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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 8, 2005 20:05:51 GMT -5
Yarr.
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Gen. Vlad Kolov
Provisional Member
Operations director for ESA
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Apr 10, 2005 20:12:28 GMT -5
Kolov:
"Of course this is not a test. Check your project registry, my name will be at the top of the list, along with a number. That number should read 'F2u382do9'" The number Kolov just read you and the number on the page match perfectly.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 10, 2005 20:12:48 GMT -5
((I gotta go, ill post on my other account before I leave though))
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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 10, 2005 20:14:47 GMT -5
The two drive off, and make it to a vacant building that's less than a block away from the government building. There are a good 50 other nationalists waiting inside, all armed. There are another 50 waiting in another building on the other side.
"You ready?" Frederick asks the men. They shout, and raise their weapons into the air. He smiles and turns to Eva.
"Let's do it."
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Post by day on Apr 10, 2005 20:15:18 GMT -5
((gtg, but ill be on tomorow again))
"Yes, it does. Alright, what do you need to know? The project is going a little bumpy, but fine on the whole."
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Post by Tom McLeod on Apr 10, 2005 20:15:21 GMT -5
(And to be fair to Lysander we'll continue this later)
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 10, 2005 20:17:38 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it." Sakari insists as he picks up his pace walking out into the streets. He looks around for cars and crosses to the other side to catch the bus.
"He's in the other side of town." I say as the bus stops. We board, I pay for both of us, then surprisingly find a seat for the both of us.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 10, 2005 20:18:02 GMT -5
I scoop up the MP5 that I claimed for my own when we recieved the weapons and eagerly chamber a round. I give a half dozen clips to Rommell, Himmel and his right-hand man, who have the other three MP5s. "Yes I'm ready, let's go."
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 10, 2005 20:19:46 GMT -5
Cambridge follows Sakari and sits on the bus with him. Sie is worried and says little. Sie looks out the window and wonders what is going to happen.
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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 10, 2005 20:29:24 GMT -5
Rommel takes the mp5, loads it, and leads the others out. He takes a radio and calls the other group.
"We're moving out, we'll see you there." "Zu Befehl!" The man replies excitedly on the other end. The men act like any trained military or paramilitary group would act, very professional. As they make their way to the government building, there are people who scream out their windows, screams of approval. Finally, somebody is doing something about all the wrong in this country.
The hundred soldiers converge on the building, which, aside from a few guards who didn't put up a fight and ran when they saw them, the building was mostly vacant. The two groups meet up, and are in very high spirits, but Frederick yells.
"Alright alright calm down, this isn't over. I want you to spread out, kill anyone who resists, but if there are any political figures here, make sure to keep them alive and bring them down here."
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Post by Cris Mason on Apr 10, 2005 20:29:51 GMT -5
After a half hour of work I finally finish mounting the high-preformance Holley carburetor on a customer's Camero. I wipe the sweat off my brow, getting some grease there but that never bothered me. I walk out front of the shop for a well-earned cigarette break, and once I have it lit I turn to one of my fellow mechanics. "Well whoever put that old quadra-junk on that car must've had a gorilla tighten his nuts. That fucker was a cast iron bitch to get out."
"Well I know the feeling, try getting a set of pristine rally rims off a vintage Stingray without breaking anything, when the owner had some jackass at Wall Market change his tires..."
"God, I'd like to shove that air-impact wrench right up their asses. But they'd probaly like that too much." I say with a grin.
"Man Cris, will you quit talking like a sailor already?"
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 10, 2005 20:33:10 GMT -5
"Yessir!" I yell back as I put my MP5 on three-shot burst and hold it in my right hand. I open a door to an office, and there is an armed security guard inside, who starts to pull his gun. However I am faster as my gun is already pointed at him, and the three bullets take a chunk out of his head and splatter the wall with red. My eyes go wide. "Mein Gott!"
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 10, 2005 21:43:35 GMT -5
"We should celebrate that I am going away. Let's get an ice cream cake with a picture of a black bunny on it in memory of Cadburry." Heikki suggests, feeling strangely festive suddenly.
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Post by Switzer on Apr 10, 2005 21:50:17 GMT -5
Christian was once a member of a socialist party in Switzerland. This is something he regrets, but it will be very useful. While Himmel is doing other things, Christian rifles through old emails to see if he has a contact list of socialists in Germany. He knew that a few name lists had been sent out and that somewhere, he must have a saved copy.
He spends some time on his laptop checking old email accounts for the information. Finally he stumbles upon the name list. Most do not have addresses or phone numbers attached to the names, but some can be looked up in a phone book.
"Himmel, I am going to find addresses for these names. When I am done, we can meet with our contacts in Berlin and raid their homes and apartments." Christian says to Himmel as he begins the tedious search for addresses to the names.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Apr 10, 2005 21:55:24 GMT -5
When his hostess leaves, Alejos begins gathering a few things. Just some notes he kept on the basic idea of Socialism, the difference between terrorists and freedom fighters, and how a totalitarian-dictatorship like in the USSR can't be allowed to manifest after the revolution. Coy already has a theory on a new system of government which he hopes will work.
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