Assassins & Espionage (I need two Girls and One Guy)

[AriesWolf]

Welcome the year 2008, the American Government is under attack by Assassin's and Spies. Dozens of Government officials have been systematically killed, starting with low level state senators and working up as far as the Vice President.

A state of emergency was declared as the people responsible are tracked down. Several U.N. Countries have sent in their best agents, and some of their most infamous "Freelance" operatives (Counter Assassins and Hitmen), to help. These countries include:Russia, Britain, China and Japan among others. It's a high stakes game of Assassins and Espionage.

Any investigation would start at the office of the Vice President, where one would find themselves staring at the dead man slumped over his desk, his brains splattered all over the wall behind him.

Welcome all Assassins, Spies, Hitmen, and Agents! Male, Female, Russian Mafia or her Majesty's secret service. Think James Bond, Meets Lucky Number Slevin.

Play as a devious Assassin always staying on step ahead of the FBI and CIA, as a Secret Agent tracking merciless killers. A hotel has been rented for all those involved in the Investigation from foreign countries. Some of these people maybe "Distracted" by one another, or trying to kill one another.

My Name is Aries and I am the Storyteller as well as the assassin known simply as "The Wolf". Hired by the Russian government to find the killers responsible for killing the VP of the United states at all costs, however I am more than willing to be Distracted by a lovely lady.

 

[Katamari Roller]

OOC: Can someone play the assassin? As in, the one that killed the VP?

 

[HookerBoots]

OOC: Despite not being British by any stretch, I'll be Alicia Huggins, member of her Majesty's Secret Service. Petite, agile, and publically reserved; owns a standard-issue Emma Peel-style bodysuit, but rarely wears it. Short dark red hair, light blue eyes, and a wicked high kick. If that's okay.

 

[AriesWolf]

Sounds good to me, let's get started?

 

[Blueside]

OOC: I can play as the male, as well. I'd probably do British, too.

 

[AriesWolf]

Alright We can start IC anytime The main setting for the opening is the hotel.

 

[Katamari Roller]

OOC: Ok, playing the assassin then.




A green eye. Not a blink, just a focused stare.

A scope. A black cross, and a zoomed image of a man wearing a grey business suit and sitting in a luxury car, talking to another man. White, bald, in his middle years.

A blonde strand of hair falls on the green eye, and a young woman's hand brushes it away. The scope, and the sniper rifle under it, don't move. They probably wouldn't if a 120mm cannon shell slammed into the building's foundations. There aren't a lot of things that can play that way with an XM107 Barrett sniper rifle.

The woman relaxes her fingers and tightens them, again and again, waiting. The government issued some improved armoured cars to the politicians, and she knows that, although the Barrett could probably smash through the car's two sides, it is never bad to take precautions. Her lithe frame lying low on the floor of the appartment isn't dressed in any special fashion. Just jeans and a red sweater, brown shoes, and the only dissonant note... ear mufflers, which she checks again. She might lose herself in a crowd of college students, unless someone took the time to stare into her eyes and see the cold professionalism in them. Business is business, and this is not the cleanest of them.

The man opens the car's door, and steps out. Bad mistake. He probably thought it would be safer to talk inside the armoured limousine, but then he stepped out and say his farewells to the other man.

Republican party senator Bryans is dead.

The .50cal round punches through his head like a hammer through an apple, making the side of his head cave in and then explode against the car. The round goes on into the car and pierces through the seats and floors before embedding itself into the street's concrete under the car, making the cracks reach as far as eight inches.

When senator Bryans falls onto the car's seats, his head doesn't exist in a solid state anymore. It is splattered onto the inside of the car, and not even skull pieces could possibly be found. The .50 makes it into a fine white powder. And even his neck might have a couple of broken vertebrae.

She's never used a Barrett before, but she finds a cold, cruel joy in the experience. If this was some God forsaken battlefield in Africa or South-America, she would keep the rifle... but she can't.

Quickly, she rushes into the bathroom and washes her hands and face, before grabbing the Sig Sauer on the toilet. Then, she goes to the appartment's entrance hall, and pushes the button of the bomb behind the coats closet, which will activate the second bomb right beside the Barrett. Not even the heavy rifle could withstand the small packet of C4. She drops the Sig Sauer and the mufflers inside the closet, and then the appartment keys.

After stepping out into the corridors of the hotel, she takes the elevator down to the lobby. As soon as she exits, she can hear the sirens. It seems that after her job on the Vice-President, the defense department is taking things more seriously. She will have to hurry if she wants to get out before the hotel personnel call for the police about the gunshot sound from the twentieth floor.

00:20

She's out of the hotel, and heads directly towards the bus stop, the closest destination being three miles away.

00:12

She boards the bus. The driver, a young man in his early twenties, smiles at her. She smiles back and nods, as if she knew him but actually using a familarity gesture to get on with this, before sitting behind the plastic screen.

00:05

The bus moves, heading south towards the Lincoln Hotel. In her appartment there, she has hidden enough money for the rest of her stay in Washington, and to keep hunting for her next victims. Operation Gloom is going perfectly so far.

00:00

The explosion sounds from far away, muffled. But even from this distance it can be clearly heard. The passengers in the back of the bus turn to look, and the others notice this and follow. She does too, to keep the image of somewhat curious citizen. But she knows that, right now, there is a huge hole on the Union Hotel's facade, where a suite should be. Perhaps more rooms will fall down, although she calculated the amount of C4 to not damage the structure of the Hotel too much.

Collateral damage happens, though, and she does not care much about that. Her mind goes back to the Vice President's murder. Funny how she had actually expected that to happen in the most difficult assassination so far, yet it was relatively easy. Mask herself as an intern, go in to get the VP some coffee in the early hours of the morning, and then mow him down with a silenced Ingram when he stepped away from the window. Then a speedy leave through the back door when the turns change came.

Yes, that had been pretty clean. Getting the Ingram was the hardest part, but her contact had managed to acquire the codes to the Secret Service's armoury. Of course, everyone would wonder who had done such a thing, which was to the employer's interest for further operations. Also, using American-learnt techniques to subdue the two guards had been a nice stroke on the painting. SEAL style neck-breaking, and the man's pistol for the second agent. The armoury's concrete-based building had covered the noise perfectly.

And even if the cameras had caught any images, which they probably had, the investigators would see a long-haired blonde girl with trousers, blouse and a leather jacket storming the armoury single-handed. Not much to go by, once she shed the wig and green contacts, and peeled off the extra, false skin she had plastered onto her cheeks to look a bit fatter, and that on her nose, as soon as she reached her destination...

 

[HookerBoots]

Alicia snapped her mobile closed and dropped it on the bed in her hotel room. She sank into one of the armchairs near the window, rubbing her temples.

This whole bloody thing was turning into a fiasco, high-ranking politicans killed, apartments being blown up, and even the best-trained agents were scrambling to save face as the world turned to watch.

No one had a clue who was performing the assassinations, or even why. Alicia stared out the window at the plume of dust rising in the distance, trying again to put the pieces of the puzzle together so that they made sense.

With an irritable sigh, she pulled the drapes closed, dimming the room. Her fingers tapped a rhythm on the table, then suddenly stopped. She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and swore under her breath.

There was a briefing in five minutes on the other side of this huge hotel. She grabbed her suit jacket off the hook by the door and shrugged it on as she walked out of the room. The sound of her heels was muffled by the thin carpeting in the hall, and blended with the soft click of the door lock.

Maybe this briefing would give her some place to start.

 

[AriesWolf]

Yuri and the Beast

Yuri, heard someone headed down the hall. He had nearly forgotten the briefing! The Hitman so often called simply "The Wolf" smiled. He was anxious to get started on this. The job would be his biggest payday ever if he could nail it. Yuri put on his glasses, pulling on the jacket of an formal business suit.

Yuri Lane was a man of many talents. He was a excellent bass player, he could fix any problem someone might experience with a car, and he was an avid reader of the works of Plato. He was a classic gentleman, polite, reserved, and honest.

"The Wolf" however, was not the same at all. Ruthless, violent, and ultimately deadly. The difference between the two was amazing, and nearly incomprehensible to those that knew the good Mr. Lane, and right now that was who he was.

 

[HookerBoots]

When Alicia sat down behind a table in the briefing room, she had to adjust her skirt. In theory, she was among 'friends,' but that didn't mean everyone needed to see small-caliber semi-automatic strapped to her thigh. The fewer people who knew what weapons she carried, the better. Anyone could be a mole, after all.

A cup of coffee sat on the table in front of her for window dressing; she would have rather had tea, naturally, and with the assassin's identity unknown, she certainly wasn't going to drink anything that hadn't been made by her own hand.

She ran a hand through her short red hair, pushing it away from her face and over her ears. Then she toyed idly with the stirrer in the coffee cup. Alicia realized she was fidgeting, and forced her hands to be still. One hand on the table, the other on her lap, a few inches from the gun on her leg.

She waited impatiently for the other operatives to come in; patience had never been her strong suit.

 

[Blueside]

Joshua Damascus burst into the room, elegantly disheveled. He fancied himself after Bond, and was a bit of a playboy. As it was, he was wearing a black dress shirt, untucked and in the process of buttoning, and black pants. He smiled his brilliant smile at everyone in the room, and apologized for being late. He was not strictly a member of one of the British spy agencies, but he was one of their favorite men for hire. He knew most of the British people in the room.

He wasn't what you'd expect from a killer, an assassin. He was about 5'10", with black hair pulled back in dreads, which were up in a ponytail at the moment. He wasn't black, but he had dark tan skin, and it made him look as if he was. He had, on his person, four guns, two knives, and several smaller gadgets. In his hands were a mobile, and a frappucino.

He smiled at Alicia, an operative he recognized. "Alicia, love, looks like we're working together on this one." He flashed her his brilliant smile, and sat opposite her, sipping his frappucino. Being an independent agent, he was less by the books, and more open. "How've you been, darling?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Alicia smiled at the disheveled man. "As well as can be expected, Joshua. And, again, don't call me 'darling.' It makes you sound like Austin Powers, not James Bond." She winked to show that she was teasing him, but quickly put her business face on again.

"What've you been up to, then? I haven't seen you since that messy business in Staffordshire." Alicia took off her jacket - the room was very warm - and placed it over her lap.

 

[Blueside]

"I'm sorry, gorgeous." He grinned, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, leaving the top button of his shirt undone. He set his frappucino down on the table and pocketed the cell phone. "Ah, Staffordshire. The good old days." He sighed contentedly, taking another sip of his frappucino. "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you, love." He smiled, and then answered seriously, "Middle East. I've been working for the UN, trying to track down Bin Laden. I finally decided he's dead, and told them. Then took a long vacation."

He smiled at her, looking over her. "You look as beautiful as ever. What have you been doing?

 

[HookerBoots]

"Oh, this and that." She tapped her thumbs together. "Mainly recon in Vietnam, Korea, and half of Southeast Asia, it seems. Hence the short hair." She gestured to her head. "If you don't keep it short in the jungles, great bloody bugs nest in it. Three weeks in a stretch without a bath, I've never felt more dirty in my life."

Alicia held her coffee cup in both hands, looking across at him with a raised eyebrow. "You're looking quite well yourself, handsome as usual. I like the dreads, very suave." She glanced at the door again, then down at her watch. "How long do you think we'll be waiting?"

 

[Blueside]

He shrugged, and his foot ran down her leg from the knee. "I dunno, but I could wait all day with this scenery." He smiled, obviously complimenting her. He finished off his frappucino, and then threw it into the garbage can in the corner, sighing. "I'm sure you looked lovely." He then asked, "Do we have any leads?"

 

[HookerBoots]

"No leads that I've been able to discover. Maybe someone else has found something." She took a sip of the coffee she held, shuddered, and threw it out.

"That's why we're here, isn't it?" She slid her shoe off and gently rubbed his calf. "To work together?" A slow smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

 

[Blueside]

He smiled mischievously and bit his bottom lip. "I suppose we are supposed to work together." He grabbed her foot, tickling it slightly. "I don't suppose we could catch up somewhere more private?" He desperately wished he had that frappucino again. Although he wasn't certain he wanted to stand at the moment - she looked great, and it was having a visible effect. "Wasn't this...uhh...briefing supposed to ...erm... begin a while ago?" His concentration was fleeting as he looked at her, still holding her foot.

 

[HookerBoots]

She could feel her face heating as he held her foot. She had forgotten how strong his hands were. "It was supposed to start quite a while ago," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"It might be better to go somewhere private." She bit her lip to keep from laughing as he tickled her foot. "Wh-where should we go?" she stuttered, feeling her body respond to his intense look.

 

[Blueside]

He smiled at her gently. "It's been a while, Alicia." He let her foot go, and stood, stretching. In answer to her question, he shrugged. "We are in a hotel, aren't we?" He shrugged, moving across the room to stand next to her, massaging her shoulders gently, whispering in her ear, "Don't you have a room?" He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and kissed her neck gently.

 

[HookerBoots]

She shivered when his lips touched the back of her neck, and her voice was husky. "Yes, I most certainly do." The feel of him was familiar, and made her want to tell him he could do what he wanted, whatever he wanted.

There was no way she could say it, of course, so she picked her jacket up from her lap and stood. She turned to face him, standing close enough that she could feel his breath on her upturned face. "Let's go, then." She leaned up and kissed his mouth softly, just brushing his lips with her tongue.

She grabbed his hand and headed for the door.

 

[Blueside]

Josh just followed after her, aching to be with her. He let her lead him to the room, cock hardening the whole way (which was rather embarassing in the lobby.) Once they were in the elevator, he moved to her, and kissed her, sliding his tongue expertly into her mouth.

 

[HookerBoots]

When he kissed her, Alicia wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, wanting to feel his cock through their clothes. She felt the large, hard bulge and moaned into his mouth, swirling her tongue around his.

 

[AriesWolf]

Yuri was late in fact he missed the whole briefing, he didn't know why. He often had episodes of minor amnesia, small segments of time where he couldn't remember what was going on. It bothered him, but had never affected his perfomance in the field so he hadn't bothered trying to correct it.

He recieved a file from the British Officer giving the briefing and was told to look it over before doing anything it contained American regulations and Rules that he had not had imposed on him while working in Africa or Europe. He didn't like restrictions they complicated missions and often the quality of his work...

If there was one thing the Wolf didn't like, it was being told he wasn't anything short of perfect at what he did. As he left the briefing room Yuri sighed, reviewing the dates and times of all the recent assassinations. trying to find a pattern.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Strangely enough, all the assassinations were carried out in decreasing time-spans between each other. First to go was senator Wallace, three months ago. A month later, senator Kelly. Both victims fell to sniper fire during speeches. Then, three weeks later, a bomb exploded in a Republican party meeting killing twenty and wounding nearly double the number.

Two weeks later, a restaurant right outside the Republican party offices was also bombed, killing candidate to presidency William Redsworth, his family with the exception of his wife, ten more people, and wounding everyone else in the restaurant (fifty-three people). Apparently, Redsworth was supposed to be at the bombed meeting, but his father died hours earlier and he didn't go. This act might have been a second attempt to kill him, which probably means he was the target of the meeting bombing, but the bomb was time-set rather than a remote-activated model.

One week after that, a bomb car detonated near the parking space of the House of Representatives, killing congressman Jonathan Browncurb, Republican, and congresswoman Sara Parker, Democrat, and wounded two of the Secret Service agents sent to provide security in response to the earlier terrorism attacks. It is worthy of interest that Parker has been the only openly Democrat politician killed so far.

In the last two weeks since, the assassinations have been carried out by sniper fire, more accurate and causing less collateral damage to civilians, but have happened more often. Two attacks with sniper fire, then the Vice President's murder, and the latest sniper attack about twenty minutes ago. The time-span between the VP's death and the sniper attack has been of approximately twelve hours.



The armament used in the sniper attacks is unknown, but the caliber of the projectiles has been confirmed as 7.62mm NATO after the comparison of materials and effects on the target. The bombs were highly destructive, to the point that the attacked meeting room and restaurant crumbled down after the explosion, and the bomb car's pieces had to be gathered from miles around. The detonated material has been confirmed to be C4.

The conclusions reached are that the material used in these acts is military-grade, and high quality. Further analysis on the latest crime scene will be carried out as soon as the affected building's structure has been confirmed stable.


The Secret Service is investigating the latest piece of evidence, the security cameras that filmed the storming of the armoury and the subsequent murder of the VP. Why this was not prevented is owed to Secret Service agents taking care of surveillance were not enough in numbers to deal with this. The White House has an estimated two hundred cameras spread around its perimeter, and inside, making the two agents insufficient in number to watch them all.

The actual path taken by the assassin from the armoury to the VP's office is also presumed not to be heavily watched, since nobody expected from someone from inside to conduct the attack.

Information about the culprit is being confirmed. Intern Alexandra Vastyi, of Ukrainian ethnia, has been arrested as the presumed author of the assassination, but it has been noted that she does not look like the suspect at all. This was to be her first day working in the White House.

The conclusions on the attack are as follows:

1- The assassin, disguising herself as an intern that would not be known by anyone she would meet in the House, entered the building.

2- Then, she headed to the armoury and after over-powering and killing the agents stationed there, stole a silenced Ingram sub-machinegun from the armoured vault. The corpses of the agents were re-arranged to be standing beside the door, and sitting behind the entry desk, fooling the security detail on believing them to still be alive.

3- Then, she moved quickly and in less than ten minutes reached the VP's office and mowed him down.

4- Escape route unconfirmed, pending investigation. Possibilites thus far include escaping in one of the armoured limousines (two congressmen, Roger Bentblue and Anthony McCarver, both Democrats visiting the president, left in their limousines five minutes after the assassination), or sneaking through the garden (highly improbable, since that would mean climbing up the fence afterwards).

 

[Blueside]

When he kissed her, Alicia wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, wanting to feel his cock through their clothes. She felt the large, hard bulge and moaned into his mouth, swirling her tongue around his.

Josh groaned as she pressed against him, and brought a hand up to circle her right breast. Then, the elevator dinged, and he got off, pulling her with him, finally breaking the kiss. "Where to? He held her hand in his, allowing her to lead him to her room while admiring her from behind.