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Topic Started: May 13 2010, 09:10 PM (1,100 Views)
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman

OOC: We really should finish this ha ha :wtf:

IC:

The power station was hot and muggy from the running of the machines. Indeed, the machinery around Lavaninus was almost deafening in a space where the sounds were echoed off the concrete walls. He knew someone else was in the room with him because the low lights and the rumbling around him made it hard to pinpoint that other person's location. Moving slowly and cautiously through the building, he scanned each new corner with his eyes and with his gun, he had to get the other guy before they got him. He stayed low, homing to minimize his own noise as he continued to move through the room, he knew someone else where they but where the hell were they?

Sweat was now building on his forehead, after all the machines were designed to pump out cold air. It didn't help he was in all that gear either but he'd wear that gear any day if it save his ass in the end. Moving closer and closer to a far corner of the room he was currently in, he knew for certain that if someone was in the room, they had to be there. The he couldn't hear anyone moving now, only himself and only barely. Gun readied, he took a deep breathe before turning the corner, gun ready to fire. Nothing.....there was nothing there but a couple of crates....what the hell? Lavaninus wasn't happy at the sight, he knew he couldn't be going crazy damn it. Someone else was in the room but they couldn't have gotten passed him and he hadn't heard footsteps either.

Just then the sound of something hitting the hard concrete floor echoed behind Lavaninus and he turned momentarily, hoping to see something through the steam and the shadows of the room. Just then, he heard it, the echoe of a foot firmly placing itself just behind where he'd been previously looking. It slow motion Lavaninus turn back around only the find the figure of Cheng in front of him. Pulling the trigger of his gun he was only a few seconds too slow the kill the man now in front of him. Instead Cheng was able to redirect the gun upward and Lavaninus shot the ceiling instead. Now both men held a piece of the gun in hand and the two struggled for control. A bit taller than his enemy, Lavaninus felt he could overpower the man. Though shorter, Cheng was a stouter individual than his opponent, in many respect the two men were equal. The struggle lasted for a few moments and the men moved from their previous location to in between to of the machines running. At one point, Cheng found himself pinned against one of the machines and Lavaninus. Gaining the upper hand, Cheng pushed himself off the machine, taking his enemy with him until the table was turned and Lavaninus found himself against the machine. With little other choice, Cheng moved Lavaninus hand against a steam pipe.

The heat sired Lavaninus's hand and he lost his grip of the gun, admittedly holding on for far longer than Cheng had anticipated. Both men lost the gun in the pipes and inter-workings of the machine. The echo of it hitting the floor somewhere just beneath the pipes was apparent but it wasn't the first thing on either man's mind. Looking to fear himself, Lavaninus headbutted Cheng forcing him to stagger backwards a few steps. Knowing he couldn't take his eyes off the man yet, Lavaninus turned to hand-to-hand. The Porcuian was certainly strong as well as well trained, getting in several good punches as Cheng was dazed by the headbutt. Regaining his composure mid-attack, Cheng got in a block that allowed him to get in his own punches. Before long the two men were exchanging blows as if they were in some early 20th century boxing ring. Soon the two were again locked in a wrestling struggle, with Cheng hoping to ram Lavaninus's head into a wall only to find himself on the defensive as Lavaninus attempted to run him into one of the pipes. Before long the two men had exchanged so many gabs and punches that they both staggered back, panting from the sauna they were fighting in.

Lavaninus looked down his opponent and Cheng did the same. Eventually Cheng smirked, standing up-right from his previously hunched-over position. He didn't need to say a word as he took a martial arts stance against Lavaninus. It seemed the time for sloppy punches and quick jabs was over, it was time to fight like men on honor. Winner would take all, even the loser's life and Lavaninus knew this. The best man would apparently win or at least, would make one less mistake than his opponent.

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Zhao and Stephen had been so close, they could see the gate no more than a few feet away from them now. Neither men did anything, both could feel the cold steal of the enemy's weapon breathing down their necks as Tosca aimed at them. What did we do wrong Zhao thought to himself in those brief few seconds he had, where did we make our mist.. Zhao's eyes widened as he turned his head slightly to look at Stephen. The foolish boy, he'd done everything Zhao had asked of him and did so with a proficiency even the great Sovereigns would be proud of. Yet there was, plain as day as far as Zhao was concerned, the one mistake. Stephen had spoke, uttered to the guard in the language of his people and not that of his current home.

The glare in Zhao's eyes were all that Stephen needed to know that he'd done something wrong. What was it, what did he do, the poor boy couldn't figure it out himself but really did it matter? He was the one who'd made the wrong move, stepped left when he should have stepped right. Again Tosca repeated himself, this time ordering the two men to turn around and to do so slowly. Zhao was a quick thinker but even he couldn't have calculated what was to happen next. "I will die free" Stephen said so low in a whisper than even Zhao almost missed it. Everything seemed to slow, the sweat from the young boy's brow gentle unleashed themselves from their grip as he turned towards Tosca who was now practically behind them. Declaring his action's FOR ASIAN! Stephen lunged at Tosca and the two were brought to the ground. Zhao never looked back as he sprinted for the gate and freedom. He could hear the kicked of the dirt as the two struggled on the ground and it wasn't until he was turning the corner to the gate that he heard the gunshot.

Zhao didn't have to look back, the thought to do so never even crossed his mind. "You died free" he said to himself as he rounded the small guardhouse at the gate. Tosca pushed the lifeless and now bloodied body of Stephen off his own and was back on his feet within seconds. Seeing Zhao as he rounded the guardhouse he fired two shots. The bulled hit the wooden exterior and window of the guardhouse, itches away from Zhao's skull as he passed it. Making out the gate Zhao knew he wasn't free, but that the chance was just now beginning. The parking lot of the back exit was much smaller than the main front entrance. Losing his pursuer in a auto-jungle was going to prove far less easy.
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."

OOC: "For Asian"? Sorry, NRE, but I couldn't help but spit coffee all over my laptop screen. :lol:

IC:

Breathing heavily, Lavaninus gritted his teeth. Despite the training provided by the Abwehr, there was little chance that he could endure a serious fight as long as his enemy could. Though any advantage his height may have given him beforehand was gone now, Lavaninus felt he still stood a chance if he could keep the Chinese agent close. Minimizing his enemy's opportunities to land blows from a distance was important. The dance began.

The two stood face to face, Cheng with a noticeably calmer demeanor, until the near deafening sounds of the machines surrounding them could not fill the void any longer. With a rolling cry, Cheng darted forward and Lavaninus took a couple of steps backward in anticipation.

The blows were swift and in quick succession, and Lavaninus managed to block the first few well, but got caught twice. Mustering some mental energy in blocking out the pain, Lavaninus moved forward and grabbed onto Cheng, doing his best to use his height to his advantage. Locking and holding Cheng's arms, the Chinese agent's reach was dramatically shortened. Slowly pushing his enemy back, Lavaninus utilized some of his close-quarter training to effectively pin Cheng in place. This, however, only prolonged the stalemate, but it was of tremendous help to Lavaninus, who could finish catching his breath and simultaneously plan his next few moves.

Cheng managed to wiggle free and proceeded with a hard, thrusting kick. Lavaninus expertly dogged it by dropping down and grabbed Cheng's kicking leg around the thigh. With one swift motion, Lavaninus launched Cheng into the air, but was deeply disappointed when the Chinese agent twisted in the air and landed on his feet a couple of meters away. Cheng smiled menacingly and renewed the attack, landing a couple more blows.

Finally, Lavaninus managed to catch one of Cheng's arms. The Porcuian sidestepped another blow with the opposite arm and then flipped Cheng onto the ground. Landing with a hard thud, Cheng tried to work himself free, but his arm was painfully held in position by Lavaninus. Standing above him with one of his tough boots pressing against his neck, Lavaninus pulled Cheng's arm and simultaneously back. Lavaninus was tired and couldn't hold on for much longer. If his enemy wouldn't surrender, he would be left with little choice than to separate his arm from his shoulder.

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Tosca swore loudly after his missed chance, and he followed Zhao straight into the temporary parking area near the facilities, powerplant, and construction site. Slanted slightly upon a hill, the warm orange and yellow glaze of downtown Hong Kong could be seen off in the distance. With Stephen's mistake and finding himself in the position he was in, Zhao couldn't imagine that it would continue to be just himself and the Porcuian battling it out. Success of his mission was within reach, but his advantage - and time - was slipping.

Small sedans mixed evenly with older model pickups as Tosca moved from one row of vehicles to another. Suddenly a shot rang out and a bullet whizzed by Tosca's head. Spinning around in the direction of the shot, Tosca instinctively dropped and then popped back up and returned fire. After a moment of silence, Tosca dropped down again and looked below all the bodies of the cars to see if he could find the Chinese agent he was chasing. Unfortunately for him, Zhao had continued on and was not going to be hunted down easily.

Fearing that he would get away, Tosca darted out from behind a car and began to rush towards the exit. A familiar voice spoke to him via an ear piece.

"Sir, there's no need to chase after him" Lau said.

"What?!" Tosca barked back, a mixture of confusion and anger in his voice.

"Glösse got a good shot of his face from one of the security cameras and we've already informed City Police. The City Council is expected to follow our suggestion to completely close the borders and a couple of police squads are already heading in your direction. If we don't catch him tonight, it's only a matter of time before we do. He's not leaving the territory."

"And Lavaninus?"

"We lost contact with him after he disappeared into the powerplant. We'd guess that he's still there."

With that, Tosca did an about face and raced off to where his comrade was thought to be. Hopefully, everything was fine and the last bit of this crazy and mysterious episode would come to an end soon.
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."

"Give up, damnit!" Lavaninus shouted in Latin, to which Cheng mumbled a reply in between his grunts of agony.

Sensing that Cheng would not give in, Lavaninus considered whether or not to simply pull the agent's arm from his socket. Those few seconds of thought passed quickly, however, and in the end the decision was made for Lavaninus. With a loud, long cry, Cheng squirmed forcefully and managed to free his head and neck from the pressure of Lavaninus' boot. A second later, Cheng's arm popped free from its socket and a painful scream echoed throughout the powerplant.

Lavaninus let go of Cheng's arm and gave the Chinese agent a solid kick to the chest, forcing him back. Looking to capitalize, Lavaninus moved forward, but when he came close Cheng lashed out at him with his functioning arm. With stunning power, Cheng used his good arm to first throw a punch and then to balance himself as he kicked out. A heavy blow to the chin sent Lavaninus reeling backward and on the defensive once again. Slowly, Lavaninus took a few steps back until he felt the searing heat of a machine on his neck and back. Cornered, Lavaninus awaited for the inevitable attack to come.

Suddenly, a cry came from the far side of the powerplant. Instantly recognized as that of Colonel Tosca, Lavaninus' morale was raised and a new confidence came to him. Instead of waiting for Cheng to make a move, Lavaninus pushed himself forward and, after landing a couple of blows to his enemy, seemed to have won - this time for good.

By the time Tosca reached the area where the two agents had battled, Lavaninus held Cheng in a disabling hold. Cautious, Tosca kept his pistol at the ready and moved in close, eventually handing Lavaninus a set of handcuffs. It was here that Cheng broke free and spun away from reach.

"Freeze!" Tosca commanded, his pistol armed and ready.

Cheng only smiled and moved his good hand to his mouth.

"Shit!" Lavaninus yelled, moving for the Chinese agent.

It was over though. Frozen with a blank stare, Cheng's limp body was all that remained of a fully conscious human being, a testament to the strength and potent nature of the poison he had taken just moments before. Confirming his death, Lavaninus turned back to Tosca and gave a long sigh. Drenched in sweat, the Porcuian sat for a good deal of time.

...

"How are things looking, Captain?"

"Nothing to report, sir. Everything seems normal and the cameras haven't picked up anything."

A couple of days had passed since the encounter at the railgun facilities and powerplant and the last of the Chinese agents was still at large. It would have been impossible to comb through the entirety of the downtown area, especially the lower-end districts, and therefore all effort was put at keeping the border checkpoints covered by personnel and cameras. Thanks to excellent work by Lau and Glösse, Zhao's face had been captured electronically by a security camera overlooking the temporary parking lot near the facilities. Though outwardly nothing significantly seemed to have changed, the border was significantly more watched by border guards, police, and especially the Abwehr. It was thought that a sea route would be too risky and that a straightforward crossing into mainland China would be the preferred choice of the Chinese agent, for after crossing the border he was essentially free.

Now, Tosca passed from one computer screen to another, from one person to another, keeping an eye on things and hoping that his man would be spotted soon. Not surprisingly, the call would eventually come from Lau.

"Bingo..." Lau said with a smirk. Typing away, the screen changed and a closer image of a particular gentleman was produced and clarified. "Colonel, there's no doubt."

"Where at, Lau?"

"Border crossing Eight."

...

Anxiously, he awaited his turn to pass through. Everything was ready and accounted for. Perfectly valid paperwork in one hand and a light briefcase in the other, filled with fake office documents, Zhao reassured himself that he would soon return to Peking to a hero's welcome. Thanks to his efforts, and the efforts of his fallen comrades, the key to unlocking Porcuian Hong Kong and Macao would be available for exploitation. Thinking about it now, Zhao nearly broke out into a smile.

Slowly but surely the line advanced and eventually Zhao was queued to pass through a minor security check and then to have his passport and documentation checked. Suddenly, from seemingly out of nowhere, two tall, well built men from border security came up beside him and kindly asked to step aside. The reason they gave was for a random, additional check, which Zhao easily knew was a cover for isolating him. Replying in Cantonese, Zhao kept calm and followed the two security officers after asking what they wanted.

Walking past a couple of lines of people awaiting to pass through, Zhao only became more nervous. Considering that, with some effort, he could simply power his way through the border checkpoint, Zhao's mind raced. Not too far ahead was a room with a small window in it, which Zhao guessed was where they were going. Getting closer, Zhao gazed inside and a chill ran down his neck when he recognized a particular gentlemen standing peacefully inside.

From inside, Colonel Tosca conversed lightly with the commander in charge of security operations at this particular checkpoint. Turning his head, Tosca's eyes immediately met those of Zhao through the window.

Without further consideration, Zhao broke from the two security officers and raced towards the nearest border gate, pushing aside a number of people and instantly causing a commotion. However, just as he managed to reach the gate he felt a dull sensation on his shoulder. Before he collapsed, he cursed his fate and those of Hong Kong and Macao who accepted the imperialistic aspirations of Porcu.

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Crammed in a dark space for what seemed like hours, the only thing Zhao could say for sure was that he was at sea. Bobbing up and down, the darkness that enveloped him served to enhance his vestibular sense and have him take notice of his awkward position inside what he guessed to be a tightly sealed box.

Eventually, however, the sickeningly monotonous movement came to a stop and Zhao clearly heard a thud. Additionally, if Zhao concentrated, he could make out voices. His heart began to race and a combination of emotions swept over him as he felt himself being lifted. Another hard thud and the box Zhao was crammed into rolled over onto another side. Now upside down, Zhao yelled out in his native tongue, hopeful that those outside would be capable of freeing him. A few moments later one latch after another was unlocked and Zhao lifted his head to see three fishermen staring at him, a beautiful moon resting beside an ocean of stars and constellations.

Perplexed, the fishermen backed off and were unsure of what to make of Zhao, chatting at a furious pace back and forth in their shared dialect. Wiggling free and finally out of the box he had been crammed into, Zhao immediately noticed his stark nakedness. Over the next few minutes, Zhao would clarify, with few details, who he was and be provided with some clothing.

"Where exactly are we?" Zhao asked.

"About 60km from the port of Qingdao." one fisherman replied.

"So...why were out at sea like that? Who did this to you?" another of the fisherman asked after a pause.

"Have you ever heard of a faraway country called Porcu?" Zhao replied.

"No."

"Then let me be brief and say that it is a greedy and selfish country. Imperialists and murderers, her countrymen attempt to span the globe by sea and air and subjugate local peoples to their evil ways. They take what they want and give nothing in return. Our wise and blessed Emperor resists these people with all his might. However, in the years ahead he will need the strength and courage of all of his subjects if the tide is to be kept at bay. You all will help, won't you?"

The three fishermen nodded and voiced their solidarity with the Emperor. In the end, as the fishing boat began to make its way back to the mainland, Zhao tried to assure himself that his life would be spared, despite his failure, and longingly gazed up at the brilliantly lit stars.


OOC: Hope this is alright, NRE. Naturally, I can change anything that you don't like, so let me know if that's the case.
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