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Post by capulet on Mar 14, 2005 8:13:26 GMT -5
After finishing up some paper work I get a rather anoying phone call from the IRS. As it would apear we are under investigation.
I schedual to meet with one of their representatives tomarow morning. This particular incident, though inconvinient, has been prepared for. The money we saved from cutting the health and dental should do well to pay the off, they are not an uncorrupted branch of the government after all.
I smile and leave my office taking a small walk up the street to clear my head.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 14, 2005 8:53:30 GMT -5
A firefight erupts, pushing the soldiers away from the building. A voice echoes over the radio.
"Delta, go." My team moves in. I take the left side of a door, Ivan is immediately in front, and Volya is on the right. I nod, Ivan kicks open the door, and I throw in a flash bang. After the explosion, the three of us, in addition to two more behind us, rush in. The men occupying the building stand there, paralyzed.
"DOWN ON THE GROUND, NOW, DROP YOUR WEAPONS!!" All five of us yell to the other three men in the room. They raise their arms, and lay face down on the ground. Ivan stands over them, making sure they don't move. We slowly work our way up to the top of the building, the fighting getting progressively more intense the higher we rise, and we eventually seize control of this structure. 30 soldiers now occupy the building, when we get a call over our radios.
"Alpha delta and beta, this is Allah. You've got movement spotted 6:00 your positions, watch it."
We pull all the shades, and our CO approaches me.
"Mischa. You and the rest of delta will take the roof and stand watch. We could only afford to take a couple of Dragunovs, Allah has one, and you can take the other." I nod, grab my sniper rifle, and head up to the roof, my heart pounds harder the more we make our presence known, and now we're definetely known.
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Erich Von Hendrich
Provisional Member
German Communist Engineer
The Sword leaves a bigger mark on the world than the pen
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Post by Erich Von Hendrich on Mar 14, 2005 10:22:38 GMT -5
Erich jots notes waiting unitl the Senior Socialist offical is finished. Making his final statements he waits for his applause before stepping down.
Then Erich gets up to speak to the Socialists He gathers his thought after thinking of what to say and how exactly to say it and grew nervous and uneasy.
He used a technique of calming he had learned in the military and procceded with his speech.
"Fellow Socialists! Men and Women. We can no longer tolerate the corruption of these Capitalist oppressors. The Capitalist countries stand together against us preaching our beliefs and ideals as Evil and Wrong. I have struggled to think of a way to rid ourselves of them. Then I thought why not have someone else do that. First we orchestrate the Corrupt Government against each other. We make them thing the other countries are conspiring aginst them. I propose we have the United States and Russia conduct war on each other. The war would distract them from any socialist party moves. And eventually the wars would cripple the Countries, the populace fed up with the government for dragging them into such wars. The people in poverty from the exhausted Economy affected. That is when we make are move. Gentlemen the time is now! Now is when we make our intiative. The time for planning is over the time for action is now!"
He finishes his speech and sits back to his seat confindent in his suggestions.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 14, 2005 15:59:56 GMT -5
When Erich returns to his seat, Bassarov turns to him and pats him on the shoulder. "You did a good job. I think the people really liked the speech." Bassarov maintains this feeling that something is going to happen. The meeting is nearly done and the speakers are now making a few closing remarks.
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 14, 2005 16:13:35 GMT -5
Antero gets up and goes to work. He puts in a long day, but at least this is his last. He has two days off once the shift is complete. The last shift is always the longest. He usually gets mondays and tuedays off. This gives him no real sense of a weekend. Weeks slip by, life passes by, the world goes too quickly. He rents a few videos tonight as a treat and sits with his cat to watch them.
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Mar 14, 2005 17:17:30 GMT -5
An angent ot CAFOD stopped by Aslan's house this morning. He is welcoming, since he knows that they mean to help. The man who spoke to him helped set up a children's centre in Grozny and seems trustworthy enough. He is suspicious of them, assuming that much of the work is done to their own ends. Since CAFOD does good humanitarian work, he does his best to turn a blind eye to their Catholic agenda, but can not help but find them at least a little meddlesome.They have set up makeshift schools throughout the city, and so he does his best to answer questions or help them as needed.
There is another attack going on in the other side of town. He was busy meeting with the CAFOD representative and was not present. They are building an emergency medical center in Oktayabrskia and needed him to translate some things into Chechen.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 14, 2005 17:36:18 GMT -5
Heikki waits patiently for Kasimir. As he waits he decides to talk to some of the fellow Das Ende members. Clad in black, emotional stones, they are intimidating even to him. He approaches a man as he passes. The man is tall and weasle like in his face, with a long nose and sunken cheeks. His hair is an ugly brownish orange, a shade burnt umber. "Hello, I am Heikki Toivonen from Finland. Maybe you could tell me more about your group. What is being planned?" He asks the man.
But the man ignores him and walks away.
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Post by kai on Mar 14, 2005 18:07:20 GMT -5
Kai makes his way to the tattered room he is staying in. The walls are smeared with some kind of green liquid. The furniture looks like it is 60 years old, but these unfortunate conditions do not fase him. Kai turns on the TV, and listens.
"Ft. Bratt(if wrong spelling will edit) needs new recruits to fight for the country. On other news the weather seems to be...."
Kai felt that the voice trailed off after the recruiting part.
"Maybe I should join..."
Kai stared blankly to the celing wondering what to do.
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Post by Evelina Leskinen on Mar 14, 2005 18:57:53 GMT -5
(sry i couldnt post sooner....i passed out yesterday...)
Evelina payed the Taxi driver what little she had and walked away.The parking lot was small and relatively quiet.After making sure that there were no peope watching she pulled on handles of cars until she found one unlocked but...there was no keys. "...guess ill have to..."A few sweat mingled minutes later she had hotwired the car and got it started.Driving out of the lot she spread a huge map of Eureop out on the passenger seat and started on her boring journey towards the Das Ende base in Germany.
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Cpt Price
Provisional Member
US Special Forces Soldier
Hooah
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Post by Cpt Price on Mar 14, 2005 19:08:46 GMT -5
Oregon, USA Local time 1324
While I'm out shopping with Audra, I get a phone call from North Carolina. I answer my cell phone, "Go." "Sir, this is Sergeant Griffin from SF 2 Bravo, Charlie Company, Ft. Bragg. I'm calling on behalf of Captain Bender. He'd like you to evaluate and assess a batch of greens." "When am I supposed to do this, sergeant?" "Cpt Bender'd like you here tomorrow if you could, sir." "Then I'll be there tomorrow." "Hooah, sir." He hung up. I hung up and continued shopping.
When I got home I began packing some things for my trip. I packed a few uniforms, more changes of civies, and everything else I'll need for a few days. I called the local airport to book a private jet to Pope Air Force Base in North Carolina for the morning. When I'm done I go to bed.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Mar 14, 2005 19:11:30 GMT -5
To help prevent the possibility of corruption the FBI is working jointly with the IRS on the Lukeford and Heart investigation. Personally I think it's all more trouble than it's worth, I'd simply shoot him twice in the chest and once in the head. I continue my search for Nielson, but with little hope of success... I'd fly back to the United States, except my orders are to stay here for reasons unknown to me...
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 14, 2005 19:36:40 GMT -5
Heikki wanders around the complex, finally sitting down for a hot cocoa from a vending machine. It burns his tongue but that hardly matters since it tastes flavorless.
He sips it slowly and watches the members of Das Ende move about, busy with secret things, saying just a few hushed words in German.
He feels ghost like, ignored...unseen. An apparition of nihilism. They move by and pay him no attention. In his mind he screams to be seen. With some bitterness he is resigned to his lonely wooden bench and flavorless cocoa.
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Post by kai on Mar 14, 2005 19:50:32 GMT -5
Kai pondered the thought of being a soldier for a while, and then came to a decision. He would go to europe, and apply for a newspaper column writer job. Then, Kai would go to Ft. Bragg and enlist. He figured he could fake being 18, and write the column in whatever spare time he could.
"Time to leave"
He scrounged up whatever money he had stuffed around, and took a cab to SVO. When he got there, he purchased a ticket from here to Gatwick Airport.
Kai borded the soon to leave plane, and waited.
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Post by septimus aslakhanov on Mar 14, 2005 19:56:51 GMT -5
as they near the building, septimus feels a sense of despair sinking in, and it immediately turns to anger as they pile into an adjacent apartment building. septimus figures that it's probably best to evaluate things from a distance before seeing if they can push the russians out. he doesn't stand a chance, but he doesn't care.
the men charge up the stairs until they reach the third, and top, floor. septimus knocks on one of the doors, and a terrified woman answers the door.
"i'm sorry miss, but if you care for your homeland, you will let us use your room." she looks the guerillas over, and heads into the only other room without saying anything. she returns with a baby, and two other children, then walks beyond septimus and the others, down the stairs, and probably into the lobby. the men thank her as she leaves, and occupy her dilapidated apartment.
they carefully look through the windows across to the other russian occupied building and see what they can do. septimus pulls out his cell phone.
"yeah we have a base here. what do you suggest? ...alright... i can't say... alright, do it." he flips his phone shut, and looks back out the window.
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Post by toivo on Mar 14, 2005 20:01:10 GMT -5
"Joutsen! Good to see you could make it!" I say, standing up.
"Joutsen, you know Adam, and this is Dylan. Dylan, this is Joutsen, she's part of the green party parliment within Finland."
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