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Post by Aslan Shamil on Mar 14, 2005 20:54:14 GMT -5
Aslan runs to the window when he hears gunshots and then the crumbling of a nearby apartment. His mouth gapes open as people run through the streets trying to escape the destruction. The Catholic humanitarians shout something in English at the Russians, but it is ignored. The school they were building was near that building, and now idealistic Western Catholics flood the streets carrying Chechen children to safety. Aslan is washed over with a deep disgust. There were over 200 schools in the city before the war started, and now there are two.
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Post by tounela on Mar 14, 2005 20:56:38 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't know about coffee, but I do have the strangest craving for an iced skim milk. I would love to take a break. It is loud in here and I would like to speak in private with you about some new legislation." I reply to Toivo. I turn to the others and do my best to not appear rude.
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Post by septimus aslakhanov on Mar 14, 2005 20:57:35 GMT -5
the shell hits just off center of the room and instantly kills 4 of the rebels, and severely wounds the rest, including septimus. he lays under a pile of debris, hardly being able to breathe from the thick smoke, and claws his way towards the door, seeing a few other men less wounded, doing the same.
three unmarked vans drive down the streets, coming out of alleys, and speed towards the tank from all different directions.
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Post by Hearst on Mar 14, 2005 21:06:36 GMT -5
The leadership decides that we will take hostage a journalist or some kind. We are not sure who we should take. It is a toss up between Austin MacGreggory and James Mahon. We at first considered taking Capulet Heart hostage, but since he would be a pain to have around, we decided against it.
It is decided that James Mahon would be a better choice since it would draw international attention to our group. SLA soldiers leave at once for Dublin, the city where he is expected to meet the Secretary General of the UN later this week. We will try to nab him after the interview.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 14, 2005 21:14:20 GMT -5
A voice yells into the radio.
"A white unmarked van just flew past the checkpoint, advise caution." I look down at the street and see a van heading towards the tank, but not in the direction the radio came from. I look again and see another van, and begin to panic.
"I see two vans, Allah, can you confirm?"
"Copy that... Wait, I see a third... Retreat, now!"
The voice says, as the vans get closer to the tank. Another shot roars through the mouth of the giant beast, destroying one of the vans. Two still approach. Another van takes a sharp left turn, and flips over onto its side, rolling over several times, and explodes in the middle of the street, making a giant crater.
"I got one. But there's still one coming your way. Why aren't you retreating?"
"I was uninformed of this, Miss Usagi." A man approaches the CO and hands him a note. He takes the note, and reads it over.
"At ease. With all due respect major, this is our jurisdicton. What does the United States want with Russian affairs? You came at a rather inconvenient time."
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Post by toivo on Mar 14, 2005 21:17:09 GMT -5
"Certainly." I say, and stand up. I whisper to Adam and Dylan.
"Hey, I'm gonna head out for awhile. Tell me how this ends." They nod, and I leave the auditorium, passing the same gauntlet of tables I did when I entered.
"So how are things, Joutsen? Did you have a pleasant flight?"
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Mar 14, 2005 21:18:21 GMT -5
"We want to evaluate your capabilities in preperation for future operations suppressing political dissidents, which are enemies of both of us. And I came here to evaluate your combat abilities, not your training, liesure or bedroom activities." I hear the nearby explosions, and half-glance in their direction.
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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Mar 14, 2005 21:18:55 GMT -5
Peace talks are going slow, and I will have to leave the diplomats to their own devices. I must return to New York so I can focus on my other duties. I will stay here just a few days longer for a few more meetings.
When I am not in meetings, I sometimes think of Ms Malone. I enjoyed our evening together and wonder what she is up to. I hope she made it to Europe and is enjoying her trip.
I return to the conference room of the hotel I am staying at for my meeting later today with James Mahony. I have some time, and grab a coffee while I wait. I have little to say since the renewed peace process is still in a very infant state. I can only speak vaguely on the situation and the crisis of terrorism and the growing chasms in internationalism in general.
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Xiao Zing Li
Party Sympathizer
(Co-)Owner of Nong-guri Li Entertainment Corporation
That's my final offer...
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Post by Xiao Zing Li on Mar 14, 2005 21:21:46 GMT -5
Tokyo, Japan Nong-guri Li Entertainment Corp. office
Xiao presses the little intercom switch on his desk. "Yes, Mr. Li?" "Call Alex Larson. Ask if he'd like to have dinner on Saturday." "Right away, sir." Releasing the switch, Xiao returned to the budget updates on his office PC.
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Post by tounela on Mar 14, 2005 21:22:50 GMT -5
"Things are going well. It is good to see you again, Toivo. I am glad that the conference is going well. There will be an anarchist conference in Helsinki next week and we are all very concerned about vandalism and propery damage. I do hope things remain peaceful in the city. Anarchists have no sense of tranquility." I say to Toivo as we head to a nearby cafe. I open the door for him, reaching over his head with one of my long white arms. I am a few inches taller than him, and wearing heels makes it worse.
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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 21:29:23 GMT -5
Oregon, USA Coastal Ranges Local time 0632
I woke up at 0614. Getting out of bed I changed into class-B's. Audra gets in the truck with me as we roll off the property. Arriving at the airport, we say our goodbyes and give our kisses before I get on the plane. Fortunately for me, because I didn't eat breakfast, I recieved a tiny breakfast on the plane.
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Post by septimus aslakhanov on Mar 14, 2005 21:30:24 GMT -5
septimus finally makes it to the door, and pushes himself up by his rifle, leaning against the wall, a bloodied and bruised mess. a few other of the less wounded rebels grab the wounded, including septimus, by the shoulders, and carry them off. septimus lets out a painful whimper, struggling for his cigarettes.
the last van crashes into the tank at an angle.
septimus smiles as he hears the explosions outside, finally getting his cigarette lit.
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Mar 14, 2005 21:32:43 GMT -5
Aslan rushes down the street to help the westerners and muslim children take safety in a nearby hotel. Some are injurred at their humanatrian project will have to be put on hold. He is not sure what else he can do. He feels powerless. Some of the aid workers will have to be taken to the hospital. He calls for someone to drive the most injurred away to the already over taxed hospital in the center of Grozny. Before the attack, the children were painting landscapes with water colors. Some children are still in plastic smocks holding their brushes and torn and smeared drawings. A person can not grow in this environment. It is unhealthy, fearful, chaotic. People grow to be shattered and hateful. He is hateful, but knows that this life is struggle.
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Post by kai on Mar 14, 2005 21:33:47 GMT -5
After a few hours, Kai got off the plane at Gatwick. He quickly found his miniature bag that he used to carry most of what he had, and was on his way to rent a car.
He decided to rent from avis, so he walked up to the counter and wrote all the information down and got on his way to "The London Morning Paper's" nearest office which only was a few miles away.
When he got there it was about mid-day, seeing as the time had changed. When he reached the secretary at the desk, he asked when he could fill out a job application. She asked for previous work that she would she to the editor and see what he thought. She also said that it would take a minimum of 2 weeks to get an answer if he could get a job there. Kai pulled out some of his highschool newspaper works he had made just a few months ago, and gave her his number so that she could call if she liked it.
Kai was now left with the decision to either stay if Europe for a while, or quickly get back to America...
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 14, 2005 21:42:38 GMT -5
I watch in awe, as the third van crashes into the tank, tearing off the treads, but the tank itself looks in somewhat operable shape. The engine starts up, and begins to drive backwards away from the apartment building.
"If either of you two see anything, then shoot." A voice echoes over the radio.
"Roger." Allah and myself say in response over the radio. I look through the scope again, and search for movement.
The CO folds his hands behind his back, his eyes look as though they could pierce right through Rei.
"Alright. Keep in mind you are under my jurisdiction. I suggest you stay out of our way until this situation is dealt with. Now if you'll excuse me." He replies, and begins walking towards the APC where he gives out his orders.
I get another order over the radio.
"Delta, you are to pull back. You're being refreshed."
Refreshed? I lower my rifle, and exit the building after descending the many stairs. I approach the APC where I see a Japanese woman and that helicopter I saw earlier, and address the CO.
"Sir, what do you mean refreshed?" He doesn't respond, and I stand there, a little bewildered.
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