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| Topic Started: Apr 15 2008, 02:17 AM (339 Views) | |
| Kasnyia | Apr 15 2008, 02:17 AM Post #1 |
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| Rafzakael | Apr 15 2008, 04:48 PM Post #2 |
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=== Private Message === To: Mr. Eduard J. Krantz, Chairman of the Krantz Foundation From: Gregori Ostankov, President of the Rafzakael Syndicat I am pleased to hear that the Syndicat has drawn this sort of positive attention in addition to the negative response from our neighbors, and I am certainly interested in hearing your proposition. I will have our jet readied, and can land in Swiss Nag Ehgoeg by this evening. ************************************************** Some hours later, a sleek business jet taxiied to a halt on the runway in the Alps. Ostankov, dressed as usual in an impeccable business suit, ducked out of the hatch and descended the stairs into a waiting black sedan. As he sat in the back seat and the car pulled away from the tarmac, he allowed himself a smug smile. Whatever Krantz had to say, it was bound to be good. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 15 2008, 05:12 PM Post #3 |
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The drive only took half an hour, and soon the car came across a quiet, out of the way villa...or so it seemed. Ostankov noticed the snow-covered electric fencing, the howls of guard dogs in the distance, and the many guards on patrol in the general vicinity of the alpine estate. While to the casual observer, the chateau looked like it came straight from a post-card, to Ostankov, the whole place said "go away". Soon the car pulled up the driveway, and he was shown inside. Waiting at the bottom of the foyer stairs was Krantz himself. "Welcome to my home, Mr. Ostankov," the Kasnyian ex-pat stated jovially. The two then went and sat at the drawing room. "If you do not mind, Mr. Ostankov, I would like to get down to business." The Syndicat leader nodded. "As a fellow leader in the market of weapons manufacture and private military training and distribution, I have obviously been watching you for some time," said Krantz as he poured them both a shot of 12-year old single malt whiskey, "You have done good bussiness for yourself." Ostankov gave a smile of thanks as he accepted his drink. "And of course, my partners have been even more interested in you. In fact, they wish to start a bussiness relationship that would be beneficial to both yourself as well as us." He sipped. "I will be frank. We want your bussiness. I assure you, we will not disrupt your operations and will make it worth your while, but in the end, we want your bussiness and all the assets that it entails." "You see, my partners, particularly my oldest one, feels to be a somewhat kindred spirit to you, and as such has made it a point to make sure your own operations go smoothly. Thanks to him, you didn't face too much bargaining competition for contracts in the private military side of your bussiness, and it is also thanks to him that your satellites were launched. He's grown fond of you." "And so, what do you say, Mr. Ostankov," Krantz finally asked, "Are you interested in hearing more?" Suddenly Krantz remembered something. "Oh and I must apologize for the heavy security here," Krantz grimaced slightly, "My partners are rather worried for my security you see, but there is nothing to worry about." |
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| Rafzakael | Apr 16 2008, 09:22 AM Post #4 |
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Ostankov took another sip from his glass of whiskey and smiled again. He would have to be careful not to make a habit of that. Krantz was, undoubtedly, an associate of Gassel. As much as he enjoyed the freedom he had under Valentine and his Aurum Corporation, every bit of intelligence he had gathered since the Syndicat's emergence onto the world stage suggested that Gassel was currently forging an international war machine of unthinkable power. Besides, anyone who could appreciate a drink this fine was certainly worthy of a small bit of his time. "Mr. Krantz, I would be insulted if you didn't tell me more. I assume that the senior partner you speak of is none other than Executor Gassel?" |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 16 2008, 03:01 PM Post #5 |
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OOC- Aww, and I was hoping that would go ahead unspoken. Oh well. :P IC- Krantz's lips curled into a devious smile. "Careful where you spout such knowledge...bad for bussiness," he tutted with a laugh, "but yes, that is my bussiness partner. The International Military Corporation was created to manage his old mercenary empire after he won his revolution. He has asked me to forge a bond with you and your company, including bringing your operation into his fold." He then quickly motioned for the butler to set up lunch before he continued. "Mind you, there are a few....problems. Namely, your connections with the Aurum Corporation. His Excellency nor myself have much love for them due to their....let's say ungentlemanly bussiness practices. I have a solution for this however, which would include placing the Syndicat solely, legally and in practice, under your control. Another problem also would be your relative seclusion, though my sources tell me you intend to expand your corporate estates soon, yes?" Ostankov nodded. "Ah good, so that may be out of the way," Krantz replied mentally checking it off his list, "In a few days time, you will be getting a notice from the Union Bank of Bahen. This will be a statement regarding the IMC's buyout sum of your stocks. As soon as we gain control, we will close the company from the public market and have all ownership be given to you." And so he went on for another 30 minutes going over the intricacies of the purchase. At the end of it, lunch was ready. As they walked to the dining room, Krantz put a hand on Ostankov's shoulder. "This, of course, is only the first step..." ------------------------ Six weeks ago, Karlsburg, Imperial Regency of Kasnyia In a secret bunker nearly a mile below the surface of the city, nearly two hundred people were going about analyzing documents, making phone calls with foreign contacts, and making plans. The bunker, known simply as the Installation, was the headquarters for the newly created (or rather, re-created) Kasnyian Intelligence Service. And right now, the briefing for their first mission was about to take place. "Be seated," came the commanding voice of the Director, Theodor Halschmann, as half a dozen agents walked into the room, "I've just been given clearance from Cologne to start operations, so consider this your briefing." He clicked a button on a nearby remote, and a video screen on the far side of the room started up. On the screen was a picture of Eduard Krantz, his personal information slowly scrolling down the right-hand side. "I'm sure you all know Mr. Krantz," said Halschmann, "Billionaire expatriate that lives in Swiss Nag Ehgoeg and operates a series of corporations under the International Machine Consortium umbrella group. Also the younger brother of the deceased Professor Paul Archibald Krantz, murdered in connection to his investigation into the since-defunct EIC." The agents nodded quietly. "It has come to our attention," Halschmann continued, "via some of our contacts in Swiss Intelligence and some corroborating evidence from our Station Chief there, that Mr. Krantz may be linked closely to Gassel through one of his corporate entities, namely the International Military Corporation." The screen changed, now showing a variety of photocopied documents from the IMC and Krantz Foundations. "According to the Swiss, the International Military Corporation was set up within days of Guranburg's fall. From what we have learned from captured dossiers and shipment manifests, this company's asset's closely match our own estimates about what Gassel himself had back when he was in the mercenary bussiness." "Isn't that a bit circumstantial though?" one of the agents asked. The Director nodded. "Alone, yes, we wouldn't have been able to do anything with it," Halschmann admitted, "But then yesterday, our Swiss Bureau Chief gave us this:" With that he pressed another button on the remote and at once a conversation started playing out on the speakers. On the screen, the transcript of the conversation began to scroll.
"We were later able to confirm that the contact speaking to Krantz that night was Colonel General Hermann Kahr, Gassel's Interior Minister," Halschmann exclaimed seriously, "This is as close as we're going to get with damnable evidence, people. Anyway, thats enough for the background. Here is the mission." He then clicked the remote again, and the screen displayed an overhead satellite projection of Swiss Nag Ehgoeg. "This mission will be simple but by no means will it be easy," Halschmann explained, "You will be taking on false identities before you leave for Germany. From there you will travel via vehicle through the Amishland and into the SNE territory. There, you will check in at a hotel already booked for you. There you will recieve your equipment and any updates, courtesy of our Bureau Chief. Once prepared, you will then make your way to this location." With that he clicked the button which caused the image to focus in on a small patch of Alpine forest in the north-eastern area of Swiss Nag Ehgoeg. "This is Krantz's estate. It is entirely self-sufficient, and Krantz himself never leaves unless absolutely necessary, preferring to work entirely from home," Halschmann exclaimed, "In the north of the estate, surrounded on three sides by mountains, is the chateau itself. You will be given the building plans upon arrival at your hotel." The screen gave a brief glimpse of the chateau before returning to the satellite imagery. "Most of the estate is forest, with the exception of a guard house. However, the forest itself is crawling with security. Infrared scans have shown atleast eight to ten platoons of six patrolling the grounds at any time, and include guard dogs. The forest is also teeming with sensors and anti-personnel traps. More information will be given to you." "Do the Swiss know about this?" one of the agents asked. "No. We can't risk them attempting a raid until we can exhaust the Krantz connection for ourselves." "Do we know anything about these guards?" asked another. "All are employees of the International Military Consortium. Several are on our wanted lists as well, which suggest these guys are former Topaz Army. Anyway, more details will be given to you enroute. Time to prepare yourselves. Your flight into Germany is in three weeks." ----------------------------------- Present time, outside the Krantz Estate "This is Magic. We're outside," one of the agents whispered into his comlink. On the other end, Director Halschmann was monitoring their movements from the Satellite feed. "I read you, Magic. Status?" "Entering the premises now, but somethings up. Lots of extra security." "A car came in a few hours ago with a guest. We're currently checking the airport logs to see who he is or where he came from. Remain cautious." "What if its Gassel?" "You have permission to eliminate if possible." "Yes, sir." ----------------------- OOC- And so begins my spy war. ^_^ |
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| Rafzakael | Apr 17 2008, 04:47 PM Post #6 |
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"I should hope so," Ostankov replied, before sitting down to the meal. The food was excellent, as would be expected, and he was enjoying it thoroughly when his smartphone gave a short double beep. "Excuse me a moment," he said, pulling it out of his pocket. He read the text message. "Mr. Krantz, how far from your estate do your guards patrol?" OOC: Thermal imaging FTW. I knew those satellites would be helpful. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 17 2008, 04:55 PM Post #7 |
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"The entirety of the grounds and the mountain range just behind this chateau, which is about a twenty mile radius from the guard house some two miles away from here. Why?" Krantz replied, curious. -------------- The team led by Magic was slowly treading on the snow-covered forest floor, moving as quickly and quietly as possible. Whomever Krantz was meeting up with, it was the perfect distraction. "Sourdough, Kangaroo, take point." Two of the members nodded silently and went ahead. Soon they were in the thick of the forest, several miles southwest of the chateau's position. They now had to be especially cautious. The IMC guards patrolling the area were all former Topaz Army, and thus very dangerous. As the rest of the team moved forward, the team leader, Magic, made a call to HQ. "We're on the grounds. Going radio silent." "Understood. We'll monitor you remotely," came the response over the radio. --------------- The Installation, Karlsburg, Kasnyian Scandanavia Halschmann gave a furtive look on the screen in front of him as it showed the airport records. The man sitting in front of the screen, the Chief Analyst at the Installation, Julian Rothschild, explained the data, "We couldn't pull a name from the plane that was met by Krantz's men," Rothschild but that aircraft is registered to the Hestlov Transports Company, which is a wholly owned subsidiary of the Rafzakael Syndicat; they handle all civillian transportation for Syndicat employees." Halschmann's face became nondescript. "If Krantz is meeting this guest personally, it has to be one of the higher ups....keep looking into it. I want to have a double check as to the location of all of the Syndicat Board of Directors and VIP personnel." "Yes sir, double checking now." With that, Rothschild began making phone calls. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 18 2008, 07:54 PM Post #8 |
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Almost an hour later, Rothschild ran flat out into Halschmann's office. "Sir, I just got word in from my contacts. Ostankov is not in Rafzakael. Of the entirety of the Syndicat's major players and members, he's the only one on a bussiness trip at the moment!" Rothschild reported breathlessly. Halschmann's face did not so much as twitch when he heard the news but immediately stood up and walked into the communications room, muttering a "good work" to Rothschild on his way out. "No problem, sir just...uh...doing my job," the Chief Analyst replied with a grin, mostly to himself. ----------------------------- Outside the estate, the team was quietly creeping up. Of the five members of the team, two of them (Gambit and King) had managed to silently take out two of the patrols while keeping their uniforms intact (i.e. no blood or bullet holes on the clothing), and were now taking point as Kangaroo and Sourdough fell back to get themselves uniforms as Magic held up the rear. By now, they were nearly at the guardhouse, where it would be easier to procure materials but more difficult in escaping detection. Being the location of their secondary objective (to disturb enemy communications), they had no choice in the matter. |
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| Rafzakael | Apr 21 2008, 01:58 AM Post #9 |
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"Because Rafzakael satellites have picked up five thermal signatures headed towards this house. It would appear that your partners' concerns have been justified." The PDA beeped once more, and Ostankov showed the screen to Krantz, bearing the images of a recent thermal scan. "Five minutes ago, these signatures were here, just outside your property." He tapped the screen, and the image changed. "Now, they're moving inwards, and other signatures, presumably your personnel, are stopping and disappearing. I sincerely hope I am correct in my assumption that you have procedures in place for this sort of scenario." |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 21 2008, 02:55 AM Post #10 |
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"I've learned to always be prepared," Krantz replied simply, though his face betrayed his worry. He grabbed his pager and pressed a button. In the distance, klaxxons went off. "Follow me, Mr. Ostankov. A chopper will be here within half an hour," Krantz stated, "In the meantime, we will move to the back of the chateau. Then you can tell me if we have an arrangement or not." ----------------- By now Magic and his team all had IMC uniforms and weapons, and were several meters away from the guardhouse when the alarms sounded. Quietly and quickly, they placed all the weapons they came in with on the corpses of the soldierst hey had stolen uniforms from. Soon, they were on their way again and within eyesight of the chateau. "Kangaroo, Get to the ledge and take position. We may need sharpshooter action," Magic ordered. Kangaroo nodded with a smile and quietly left for the base of the mountains behind the main building. "Sourdough, handle diversionary tactics." "Sir." "Gambit, King, You're with me." And with that the three of the five agents entered in the house, using captured guard credentials. ----------------------- "Those heat signatures are no longer outside...or dead, before you ask," Ostankov announced after recieving another phone call. "The helicopter will be here in ten minutes. Let's get moving," Krantz let on in a soothing manner, though he was the only one at all worried. As soon as Ostankov went ahead of him, Krantz made a call. ------------------------ "Attention, attention, all security personnel, we have intruders in the chateau," the intercom announced, with the booming voice of the guard CO, "Begin red alert search protocols immediately and search every section of the building. Be advised that the enemy may be wearing our own colors. Face-check all personnel encountered. I repeat, we have intruders in the chataeu." "How the hell?" Gambit began, "They must have been tracking us," King began to speculate, but Magic cut them off before they could continue. "Doesn't matter, all objectives remain in effect. Stay unseen." The other two nodded. ----------- OOC- Wooden nickel for anyone who can guess whee I got the dialogue from the intercom from. |
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| Neo-Etrusca | Apr 21 2008, 01:23 PM Post #11 |
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Like Caligula, WITH STYLE!
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OOC-Metal Gear Solid 2-Inside the big shell. Immediatly after revolver takes off your mask and the ninja jumps in. Thank russian babes! Am I right? |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 21 2008, 01:28 PM Post #12 |
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OOC- *gives proto a wooden nickel* Bingo. ^_^ |
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| Rafzakael | Apr 22 2008, 04:10 PM Post #13 |
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OOC: Did Ostankov go through a security check? He generally carries, is why I ask. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 22 2008, 04:14 PM Post #14 |
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OOC- Of course. Krantz is heavily guarded and takes no chances. |
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| Rafzakael | Apr 22 2008, 04:36 PM Post #15 |
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OOC: Bummer. I would've assumed so, but I figured I'd ask. IC: Prepared my ass, Ostankov thought. You can have all the security procedures in the world, and it all falls apart without a decent weapon in hand. As the two hurried further into the mansion, he was acutely aware of the void in his jacket where his pistol usually was; he had given it to one of Krantz's guards upon entering the chateau. "I can tell you now that we have an agreement. I will leave it to you and your partners to inform Mr. Valentine that he is no longer in control of the Syndicat." |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 22 2008, 07:03 PM Post #16 |
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"Gambit, take the personal office. King, stay with him and keep watch for the enemy," Magic brethelessly ordered. "And you?" "I need to get a picture of whoever it is Krantz is meeting with," Magic replied as he ran off. ------------------ "Sir," the guard commander told Krantz overt he radio, "The chopper is in visual range." "And the enemy?" Krantz asked, almost uncaring about the escape plan. "Still fighting them sir." "Take. Care. Of. It," Krantz snarled as he offed the radio. He then looked at Ostankov and went on toward the guarded helipad. ------------------- Outside the Chateau, at the edge of the alpine woods, Sourdough was doing what he could to keep the enemy guards from reinforcing the main building, using grenades, traps, and heavy gunfire to keep the enemy on their toes. However, he was running out of ammunition and would have to back off soon. In his mind, he only hoped that the rest of the team was getting things done. -------------------- On the ledge, Kangaroo was sniping as many guards as she could, all the while moving about to avoid being pinned by enemy fire. It was becoming harder however, as her general location was scoped out. Enemy snipers were already attempting to flank her position. --------------------- King and Gambit were in Krantz's study, having barely avoided the guards trolling for them (and killing a few in the process), attempting to find files that could be brought as evidence of a direct connection between Krantz and Gassel. "Could you hurry just a little bit?" King asked Gambit, keeping his assault rifle trained on the office door, "I don't think Kangaroo got them all yet." "More fun for us," Gambit replied, rifiling through the filing cabinets, "Besides, this thing is a goldmine." "Then lets take ALL the files then," King muttered sarcastically, "No need to be picky." "Photographing as much as I can, and taking whatever I can hold," Gambit responded, "Just stop the mean guys with guns from making us look like the lunar surface, eh?" "I hope Magic busts your chops, damned turtle." "Keep wishing big guy." -------------------------- Magic had managed to sneak onto the roof without catching sight of any guards, though he kept his wits about him just in case. He silently readied his camera as he perched above and behind the chateau's helipad. As he redied himself, Krantz and the guest walked out. "Ostankov..." He said nothing more, and silently took several pictures. Then he left his perch. He didn't notice the fact that Ostankov and Krantz had caught a brief glimpse of him as he left. |
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| Rafzakael | Apr 23 2008, 05:49 PM Post #17 |
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Son of a bitch! Ostankov ducked back into the doorway, garbbing Krantz's arm and dragging him roughly along with him. Five tense seconds passed, then ten, then thirty. Cautiously, Ostankov looked out of the doorway. The intruder had vanished, so he turned back to Krantz. "That helicopter better get here fast, because I'd be willing to bet that whoever that was will be back soon, and with extra firepower." |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 24 2008, 05:19 PM Post #18 |
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A few moments later, a transport helicopter with the International Machine Consortium logo emblazoned on the side touched down on the landing pad, where Krantz and Ostankov quickly boarded and proceeded to leave the estate. On board, Krantz was on his cellphone, talking heatedly with someone. "I want the place cleared before the end of the day. Call my partners and tell them to stake out another location. Switzerland is no longer safe." He then turned to Ostankov. "I will have to contact my partners, but it will only be a formality. Welcome to the Consortium, Mr. Ostankov." ---------------- Down below in the chateau, an evac was already called by Magic. Guards were now pouring in the mansion, and security teams from other locations in SNE were now being called in to reinforce the estate security. All over, the various members were trying to meet up at their rendezvous point, at the very same helipad that Krantz and Ostankov had escaped from. Magic was the first there, and thus tasked with securing the area. Gambit and King came in later, leading what seemed to be a roving firefight from Krantz's office to the helipad, and as soon as they met up, Gambit ran back inside, to draw fire and allow their sharpshooter, Kangaroo, to get through. Sourdough continued his attacks outside the chateau, though it was obvious by now that it was a rouse. Nevertheless, he was soon able to destroy the guardhouse in the center of the estate, after which he went to assist Kangaroo and get them both to the evac. ------------------ The Installation, Karlsburg, Scandanavia Rothschild recieved the evac signal only seconds after it was sent by their operatives in Switzerland. He relayed the order to two armed troop transport gunships in a base near Cologne to make their move. Then he went to see Director Halschmann. "Sir, they're on their way back. According to my scanners, there is alot of hoolabaloo going on with the guards, and a helicopter came in the area earlier and left with two people on board." Halschmann did not say anything at first. Then he responded, deadpan as ever. "Let us hope we got what we came for, or this will be a missed opportunity." "We may have some trouble. The estate is being reinforced as we speak. ETA for evac is an hour. ETA for the reinforcements is only 15 minutes." "I'll talk to my contacts in the Swiss government to delay the enemy. Till then, keep an eye on our boys." "Yes, sir, Mr. Director." |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Apr 26 2008, 08:14 AM Post #19 |
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“Sir we have a problem on the Krantz front!” Ekaterina Solaravic cursed under her breath as she gestured at the aid to go on. “Our contacts in Imperial Kasynia inform us they made a move on Krantz. Bit off more than they could chew, need us to delay enemy reinforcements while they pull out.” Ekaterina cursed again. Swiss Intelligence fell under military control, meaning the buck stopped with her on this one. ~Too soon.~ she thought, ~We let them know about the Gassel connection too soon.~. On the bright side, someone would eventually have to drive Krantz out of Switzerland, and better the Kasynians than the under-funded, over-stretched Swiss. But the International Military Corporation had been essential to Ekaterina’s pet project – connections to Gassel’s regime be damned, and now the damned Imperials (who didn’t have the curtsey to brief the Swiss that they’d be carrying out an op in their territory) had gone in half-cocked and needed bailing out. Ekaterina started barking orders: “OK, we need an airlift to get our Kasynian ‘friends’ out of dodge. Use a medical chopper, from St. Jude’s – that should get to them in what? Fifteen minutes? Arrange a military escort. Inform the local police: I want roadblocks up. Any foreign aircraft inbound to Krantz’s estate I want ordered to turn around and put down or get shot down.” “Uh sir…” “I know, I know. It’s an empty threat. But it might delay any response from Krantz’s men while we get the Kasynians out... And get a search warrent for the estate.” The Swiss scrambled into action, calls going out by the dozen to carry out Ekaterina’s orders… |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 26 2008, 12:15 PM Post #20 |
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In the helicopter, Krantz recieved word of the local police roadblocks. So the Swiss are in on this...shame, he thought. He made a mental note to arm-twist the SNE government once he was safe somewhere else. Perhaps forget to make a few donations... "This helicopter will be landing in Hungary, where I will be dropped off. I have instructed the pilot to take you back to the Syndicat after my departure. Good bye, Mr. Ostankov." ------------------------------ The Installation, Karlsburg, Scandanavia "Okay, the Swiss have agreed to buy our guys some time while they get out of there," Halschmann announced as he walked into the briefing room, where Rothschild and several others were waiting, "They're not too happy about us going behind their back, but I've tasked our guys in Foreign Affairs to handle that. Anyway, prepare the labs for analysis. Any documents Krantz had on him will be important." "Should we send another team there later?" Rothschild asked, "Maybe there's more stuff-" "Negative," Halschmann replied sternly, "Krantz will likely never return to that chateau, so he'll be sending cleaners to take care of it before we get the chance. Thats it for our briefing. Back to work." "Yes, Mr. Director." |
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| Rafzakael | Apr 29 2008, 01:57 PM Post #21 |
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"Goodbye, Mr. Krantz. I look forward to working with you and your partners in the future." Ostankov sent a short text message from his PDA. Within minutes, the fighter-trained pilot of Ostankov's jet had his craft barreling down the Swiss runway, sans-clearance. He kew that the threat to destroy unauthorized foreign craft was hollow - the Swiss couldn't shoot down a seagull if they tried. As the helicopter buzzed over the land of the Magyars, Ostankov reflected on the meeting with Krantz. In reality, it had probably gone better due to the intrusions. He never trusted a man until he had been to war by his side, and this had been as close to a battle as Ostankov ever hoped to be again. |
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