Operation Retake (Mercenary thread for all those who applied) Krueger& Brent

[Jagged]

OOC: In one Villa area next to my private suite is a conference room. It has a long oka table and plush cloth chaits and pitchers of water on it with large glasses. There are many windows and plants and a man is putting out a Cuba cigar in a whiskey glass.

IC: In my new Armani suit. Black red shirt tie and new shoes. Also a silver plated .45 in a siderm. If those pricks at Sandhurst could seem him now. I looked down at my Rolex watch it was 12:30 he had lunch by the pool after the morning workout and massage. The old Sergeant that I first had as a platoon leader would have thought me soft now especially with my long blond hair in a pony tale and short beard. This hotel was very popular for short weekends of business and pleasure. Offshore accounts were a large part of the business that went on here expecially at the bank across the street.

I glanced at the table five laptops were infront of each seat with room of a least one or two chairs between each. Also a hard copy of the information for them to take with them. A break down of information about the island. There were five mines and two large oil rigs besides other important facilities that needed to be taken or destroyed. One example was the small boat yard that made all most no other boats besides drug running cigarett boats. The information was good. There were five villiages besides the capital city and there was a national hospital. Police precincts and the main military base were also noted. Well if they read and asked good questions they would have all the information they would need. I myself was a veteran of many operations prior to my entry to the private sector and five African missions with Krueger & Brent. Kenya was where I kept my official residence in fact. I looked at my watch again. Professionals maybe but they did not come running like they may have done prior to their days in the regular military service. Here everything was unconventional.

So I waited to see who would walk through the door first that day.

 

[Evil Attorney]

IC:

3 days before the meeting:

Major Hardin sat down at the conference room in his office on St. Thomas. He waited for everyone to be seated, then started.

"Ok guys, you know the drill. Teams of 4 people each, standard operating procedure.

Teams one and two, outer perimeter of the hotel were we are having the meeting on St. James, team three, interior security on sceen before everyone arives coordinating with one and two for escape routes and coordinating with survalence.

I want photos of who shows up before the meeting and during, and photos of who leaves. Mary, Janice and Rodrigo, you cover that.

Three men with me, Jose, Quincy and, Ok, two men with me, and one woman. Katrian, for this, you are my assistant. No leather skirts, wear something in tweed.

I want one of out Baby Bell helos over the island conducting a tour for some 'Tourists'. Hartman, handle it. Be ready to come and land on the roof if you get a trouble message. "

Able Quincy, a tall, distinguished British man formerly of MI-6 asked "Lets put Johnson with survalence?"

Hartman said, "Good idea. Survalence always has an M4 carbine with them in their kits. Johnson is an excelent sniper, lets expand him onto the photographic and listening gear."

Hardin nodded. "Agreed. Team leaders, assemble your teams. I want us on St. James by 0300 tomorow. Any problems?"

Katarina spoke up, looking sheepish, "I don't own any tweed..."

Hardin looked at her sternly for a moment, then smiled and said "Go shopping"



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The day of the meeting.

Hardin looked at his watch as he rode over in the Limo.

He was taking last minute reports from his teams over encrypted tatical raidos made by motorola. No words were exchanged, just clicks from the raidos that sounded like static.

The teams were in position, everyone was set, the helo with his backup was 'touring' the island, 3 minutes out.

He told the driver to pull up to the hotel and park the car.

As the Black Limo pulled to a stop, the door opened. First exiting the limo was thin, but clean cut spanish man wearing a pony tail, black silk shirt and a dark green jacket or a very light material, and sunglasses.

He looked around for a moment as if admiring the sceenery, looking at everyone, smiling at the bikini clad women all about, but keeping his eyes moving over everything.

Next exiting the car was a short, sultry looking woman. She was conservatively dressed, wearing glasses carrying an attache case in her right hand, carrying a pad in her left.

Following her out of the car was a tall, distinguished looking gentleman that just screamed birtish banker or attorney. Noone would look at him, for fear he might introduce himself and try to sell you insurance.

Exiting the car last was a 5'6" Blond haired American, dressed in a suit similar to the spaniard's, carrying a laptop attache case.

They formed into a loose formation, the Englishman on the right of the American, the woman on his left, and the spaniard following loosly about 20 feet behind.

They entered the hotel, and walked up to the conference room.

Upon arrival, they entered, the woman coming through the door first and walking a step to the left, then American entering next, and the Brit entering and walking to the American's right.

The American nodded he greeting to the man standing at the head of the conference room, and sat at the foot of the table with his associates standing beside him.

"Well, were is everyone else?" Major Hardin asked.

 

[Vixandra]

Tora

IC: I landed my custome helo easily on the pad outside the hotel we were all to meet at. The idea of a Carribian campain had intrigued me. And things were a bit too unsettled in Japan right now for my tastes, with the econimy going down in a spiral to a crash. So I'd loaded up my little four person helo, the Holy Bell, with the tricks of my trade and taken off for the islands.
The air was sultry, the scent of the sea tickling my nose as I checked in and saw my luggage to my room. Still in the black sleeveless cat suit I'd worn on the helo, I entered the designated conferance room, my hair in a long braid, bangs pushed back by my Oaklies. A gun belt held my matching pair of Brownings, a small leather case and a few other tools. Hidden in the sunglasses was my garrote, and there were thin titanium knives in both of my knee high boots. A group of gentlemen, so to speak, were huddled around a table.
I could feel thier eyes on me and smiled. Today we were going for unsubtle, tommorow if they noticed me as different from the staff here then there were problems. I bowed deeply in respect before taking an open seat next to an American. Don't ask me how I could tell- its a talent many Japanese have, being able to tell Americans apart from any other nationality.
"O'io domigushi," I said respectfully then repeated the greeting in English. "Good day, ladies and gentlemen."
I tossed my invitation onto the table. "I'm Tora, the Tirgress, entry and assasination expert as well as helo pilot. That's my baby right there."
I pointed out one of the bay windows to my black and silver Holy Bell.
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[Morgoth]

A black Lexus pulled up slowly outside the building, and Alexi Michailov stepped from it. He flicked a bit of dirt from the luxurious, and not at all cheap, suit he had donned. His shoes, polished until he could see his reflection, clacked noisily on the cement as he walked into the building. As he stepped inside, he deftly pulled off his sunglasses, which were thin, and once again, quite expensive. He reflected back on his days within the KGB.

They would've never allowed us such luxuries.

He sighed, and finally reached the necessary room, which he entered and sat himself at a table.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hardin rose, offering a bow in return.

"My apologies for not responding in Japanese, however I fear my tounge would butcher such a subtle and beautiful language, and I learned quite little during my time in your country. "

He nodded his greetings to the other man who entered after the Japanese lady, but said nothing.

He looked at this newcomer and thought for a moment.

Well dressed, so he isn't exactly hurting for cash...and he is older, so likely well experienced...his demeanor isn't western...Probably a ruskie or an east german...no, he isn't that anal...russian.

I wonder if he ex-military or inteligence...but it didn't matter.

Russians meant 3 things. Experience, ruthlessness, and unpredictability.

They usualy meant one other thing.
A love of money, something Hardin knew he shared to a degree.

Perhaps the Russian would be intrested in making some money during this little mission other than the pay that was being offered...

 

[Jagged]

I moved around the table greeting each one of my guests with hardy hand shake except to kiss the ladies who I kissed her hand and returned her Japanese greeting. I began and soon my accent gave me as a native of son of England. " Well we have three of the five. That is not a bad start. If you would all be patient I would like to do all of this just once." I moved to the end of the table where I had setup my work station and sat down and loaded my labtop.

"I trust you all had pleasant trips here? All have come highly recommended by your peers and the nations or organizations you once served. First you are security consultants when it comes to Krueger & Brent that is what you were hired for and a proper London firm would never higher mercenaries." I smiled to the crowd as I took out another Cuba and gave a sly grin. "Your employers have lost a great deal of an their investment when this island was overtaken by the current government. Politics should not get involved in the way of profit. Which I hope we all can agree apon. So any questions before we start? Now is the time to order drinks or food from the bar. Just charge it to my sweet. Once we start I want no hotel staff around." I settled back in my chair and lit the cigar.

 

[expertlinguist]

The Motley Crew

As soon as Sgt Bryant was notified of the date and time of the meeting he organised an impromptu meetng in the hangar housin the "borrowed" Galaxy transport.

68 pairs of eyes were fixed on him, 68 pairs of ears were waiting for the brief, 68 men slightly bemused by the idea of an "adventure" that promised rich in pickings.

-OK folk, -he started- we are off at 16.00, we should reach our target area just before mid-night. We'll jump at low level, secure the beach.

I want all of you to look like beach combers or burnt out fishermen, we are travelling light! And gentlemen, loose your wallets!

Before light break all were in position, about a dozen on the marina, three at the local hospital, in the emergency department, feigning some sort of ailment brought on buy too much consumption of the local excellent rum, five enjoing breakfast at the local police station after having been arrested for "brawling" in a sleazy tavern by the sea front.

9 were fishing off the rocks opposite the local army barracks, 4 to each of the coast villages, on the piers lazily holding fishing rods.

6 men were deployed about the Coastgurd station, either sitting on the small park benches, following the colourful local life go by, or playing cards at the café next to the Harbour Master's Lodge.

10 were middling with the mainly American and European crowd.

Big Al (Sgt Bryant), Frosty (his former Corporal), Bugsy (ex SEAL, big Al's brother in law) and Pidd ( Capt. Dave Piddington OBE, 2nd Para) were discreetly keeping an eye on the luxurious villa that was supposed to hold "The meeting".

Communication channels were open on a frequency that had not been used since WW2, and if anyone would have picked the traffic up, they would have to be from the Wadafakawi, a little known South African people, to understand what was said.

Big Al noticed the well dressed man on the balcony, he turned to Frosty and asked:- What do you think?- Three sets of eyes focused on the guy with the pony tail, -Ponce!- Frosty grunted, Bugsy spat on the dry dust covering the pavement and Pidd said:- I know his face, Sandhurst......and he's packing a piece.-

The following days were spent taking in the new arrivals, and watching with interest as small groups of "Tourists" were deployed around the island, the frequent heli flights.

On the day of the meeting, as the obvious candidate arrived, no one took any notice of the four bearded middle aged men sipping drinks at the hotel bar. Not the Americans, nor the Russian, it was difficult to tell if the stunning Japanese ladies had noticed anything, but all of them missed the black carrabean dressed as a waiter who was paying more attention to the coming and goings rather than serve fresh drinks to the various customers at the bar.

Big Al said to Frosty:- Bring the kaffir to the conference room in 10.- And got up, heading for the toilet.

Eventually he knocked on the conference room door, Harding went to the door, opened it and looked at the tall bearded man in kakhi shirt and faded jeans.

-Can I help you?- he asked very politely, although his expression was that of a person not too pleased.

-No....said the man as he walked passed Hardin......but we can!....Frosty bring him in!-

A black waiter virtually flew in the conference room, followed by three men who looked like beach bums, one of them holding a miniature digital camera/key ring in between the tips of his thumb and forefinger, as if it was a digusting peice of rubbish, the other two just behind him.

Big Al smiled broadly at the four people in the room, bowed towards the lady and said in a booming voice:- Alex Bryant, you must be Harding, these are Bugsy, Frosty and Pidd......that piece of shit had you all clocked up......he's got a speech impediment since he's lost his front teeth about a minute ago, but before that happened he did freely did tell us that your men guarding the perimeter of the Hotel have been neutralised......I hope you have a plan B.

 

[Evil Attorney]

As the men entered into the conference room Hardin's Assistant, Katarina turned toward them, as did her briefcase with an MP-5 submachinegun rigged to fire from the inside with a squeeze of the trigger in the handle.

She appeared terrified and meek, her right hand coming up to cover her mouth, then placing her hand on her breast...but that was only to get the hand closer to her glock in the shoulder holster she wore.

She wasn't worried, she knew she had on body armor, as did all her team, that would stop any pistol rounds, and that was all she saw was being carried.

Quincy, rocked back in his chair slightly, his eyebrow raised and let "I SAY!!" come from hit mouth in a surprised tone of voice.

He wasn't surprised, as Hector pressed his emergency transmitter as he was grabbed, and his watch with the reciever ticked once very hard. Quincy had a suppressed glock 9mm out under the table in his right hand, and a #25 deftec distraction grenade in his left ready to fly.

Hardin sat without moving.

He laughed.

It was a relaxed, pleasant sound, almost a chuckle...

Hardin smiled and pressed his watch's buttons quickly while they were under the table. His smile grew slightly as he recieved the from his teams in morse code through the tapper in the back of the rolex frame.

the signal from the teams was "OK/2nd group on sceen moving to match us/ backup enroute/6 minutes out"

It was the correct code from his men, not the fake code, and they would have gone on alert as soon as they recieved hector's danger que.

Hardin had confidence in his teams. Spec-war veterans from Ameircan and European countries, and a core of former Columbian Army and Police.

They were uncorupted and in danger of loosing their lives in the drug war, and Hardin knew that they were experienced, skilled, and very loyal to the man who had their families brought to St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands to get them out of Columbia.

The teams were giving him updates over morse code 2 minutes, stagered for each team.

All taken in a space of 6 minutes or so? In sequence? Without interuption?

nah...

Hardin spoke calmly "Thats a good one, tell me another...because you are lying. Now, would you like to hand over my man, alive and in good condition, and with $50,000 as payment for taking my man so we can call this even, or would you like a gunfight to erupt in the streets of St. James ?

I can promise you, you will not like the outcome of the slaughter, sir.

Make the decission soon, because in about 4 minutes, you are going to have company"

Hardin knew he just lied...it was more like two minutes for the baby bell's team, and likely sooner from the survalence group as they would use their judgement when to come in.

It had been about 2 minutes since the danger signal, so his baby bell with his 5 men in full battle armor and heavy weapons were inbound.
Hardin wasn't worried about a stinger or other missiles, as the helo wasn't coming in high, and besided, as a 'auxilary reserve unit of the Army of the Dominican Republic' he had all the latest American and Isralie Electronic Counter Measure gear for his his birds.

At that moment Jose, the Spaniard, dressed in his suit appeared in the doorway with Mary, Janice and Rodrigo, each dressed like a poverty stricken bum.

Jose was carrying an MP-5K, while the others were armed with M4 Carbines with a suppressor mounted, exept for Mary. She was carrying an M4 carbine unsuppressed with a scope mounted.

All were the carbines were loaded with armor piercing .223 ammo.

Mary and Jose entered the room, covering the newcomers and other guests, while Rodrigo and Janice covered the hallway from either direction.

Jose, ever the jester, said, "room service" with a straight face.

Hardin looked directly at the newcomer and his prospective employer and said "My man, $50,000, and this asshole's men called off, or you are going to have a bloodbath.

I came here for a meeting to decide it I want to take a job. I was not instructed to come unarmed, nor would I have if I was told to do so.

This macho shit is getting old, time is waisting, and if I wanted fun this morning, I would have ordered a pair of hookers, whiskey, a bannana and a mime, but as all I have are you clowns, No offence meant to you Tora, or yourself sir"

Hardin said as he nodded to the Russia politely, then continued, "Its getting old.

The clock is ticking gentlemen.

Whats it to be?

By the way...My name is Hardin.

You should learn to be polite, it may help you live longer. "

With that, Hardin sat back and waited for a responce. If it wasn't the one he wanted, he was just going to nod to his men, have then slaughter everyone in the room including the Russian and the Japanese lady, grab the information his prospective employer had brought and leave.

He wasn't intrested in dicking around, he wanted to make money.

 

[Vixandra]

Tora

I watched the men come in, watched the American boast at them, his female opperative failing to look harmless, I thought with a roll of my eyes.
I laughed, couldn't help it, didn't want to. "This is rediculous. We get called in on neutural ground and you break in here like you're the shit," I shook my head, gesturing at all of this. "Sheer sillyness."
The men looked at me as if I was mad. Perhaps I was- wouldn't be the first time or the last. I leaned over to whisper in the American's ear. "If your people make a move on me, or do anything to spill my blood we all go boom. Only takes a bit of C4 to blow up a room this size and I've got more then twice the amount to do it on me. Just an FYI. Would hate to kill someone so cute too."
I leaned back to watch the procedings, a cat's smile on my lips. I wasn't joking- people never suspect the heels of one's boots to contain something. And unless the proper dearming frequency was used on them, they'd blow if removed. I always had contingancy plans.

 

[Evil Attorney]

I looked at the Japanese lady in the cat suit.

Her belt didn't have enough C4 to do the job, it was too thin...but her shoes, probably lined the soles of them with C4 or semtex.

The trigger was probably in her watch...

I whispered back to her "I love your outfit, and I'll bet your shoes are really comfortable too...and I'll bet you are a firecracker...I'll just have to, um...play with your fuse to set you off later."

She probably anticipated my SOP for a doublecross.

Kill everyone. Head shoot they all twice. Take everything I can carry and Blow up the building.

I guess she thinks like me...this could be really interesting...

I turned to the africaner and said, "Did you even think before you made any moves? Yeah, I have people on sceen. So do you.

Did I make a fucking MOVE on you or your people?

Are you earning any money by fucking with me here and now?

Let me at least know if you are being paid to make my morning intresting, or this is all for pleasure, or just to show who has the biggest dick in the room"

Now I turned to address out prospective employer. "I see you provided intel, hardcopy and laptops. Good."

Speaking to Janice, I said, "Pull the hard drive on the laptop, check it for surprises and grab the hardcopy."

"Its been fun, but I think I'll be going now.

I'll get back to you on taking the job or not, and any questions I have on the briefing. I'll have an answer for you in 24 hours.

If I find out anything in it is a lie, I will not be amused. "

Turning to Tora and the Russian, I bowed politely to them and handed them a buisness card for Centurions Inc. and said "Please feel free to contact me. It is unfortunate that this meeting was not as productive as it could have been, however unforseen events, unthinking people, happen.

Good day."

With that, Jose and Mary clubbed the Africaners over the heads with rifles, staggering them, then slipping flex cuff on their hands and feet hog tying them.

Hardin walked up to the leader, flicked open a balisong and nicked the leader's ear, and whispered to him "$50,000 by tomorow, or the next time I see you, I'll roast you like a pig on a spit."

Hardin took a spare flex cuff, put it around the neck of one of the Africaner's men, and tightened it hard enough to crush all the cartiledge in his throat.

The sound was like day old celery being crushed. The man started to suffocate right in front of his boss.

Hardin was sending a message.
"Tommy Hardin doesn't play for keeps. Tommy Hardin simply isn't playing"

Speaking to Jose as Hardin walked out into the hallway "That was a really shitty breakfast. My complaints to the cheff. Good job!!
Now get us to the roof for the bell to pick us up on the skids and exfil the teams, without a gunfight if possible, but if the assholes on us won't let us slip away, unleash hell."

With that Hardin his original detail, hector, and the survalence crew started toward the roof.

"What a clusterfuck..." muttered Hardin

 

[Vixandra]

Tora

I watched him kill the man with mild interest, nothing more. He was nothing too me, not even a name so it didn't matter. When one lives in an industry of killing, distancing becomes a finely honed skill. Though I've yet to watch a child die without going into a controlled rage over the one doing the killing. Damn soft heart.
I studied the card I'd been given for a moment, commiting the number to memory then, pulling a lighter from my belt, torched it. Could contain a tracking device- yup it did.
He intrigued me, this Tommy Hardin did. I would have to give him a call. I turned to the invitor. "Well, now what? Where's my assignement?"

 

[Jagged]

I stood up looking around the room. "What in Bloody hell is going on?!?! this was to be a meeting....Who is responsibable for this insanity. The locals will not be pleased and I am more then willing to kick the ass of who ever thought this would be a good way to show off their talens!!" I stood up and looked around I had not reacted as things events are common considering nobody ever totally gets along at these type of face to face encounters.

I looked about the room. " If I was a coach I would say save it for the bloody game but I am not. I am a boss and right now I want answers!?!?" I looked sternly at the men who had entered. " Now gentlemen who ordered all this???"

 

[Evil Attorney]

OOC

By the way, in this paranoid game, the card only had in it one of those 10000 for a penny stickers a drug store tags their stuff with to beep as someone exits without paying for the item.

Were their is paranoia, sometimes its nice to confirm it for the paranoid...


I would like to suggest this starts over in another thread at the point of the introductions.

Yes, did have people on sceen. No shit. I'm playing an ex-special forces officer turned merc.
I double and tripple safe things like a meeting with extra people on sceen and some backup near by, and I want to know who I'm meeting with.

Its not a trap. Its just me being me. I run a merc company. I'm going to a meeting to decide if I want to take a job or not, and I bring security.


Tora, I assume, would play differently, as she is, as from what I can see, a lone contracter for specialised work involving killing one or a group of people with great percission.

You don't hire her to command infantry or do any training of a large number of people to form a new army, you hire her to kill or steal.

Anything else is a waste of her.

If I'm reading this right from the other thread, she doesn't have a group which she belongs to that can watch her ass, only herself, thus her taking a different tatic like C4 in the shoes.



Bryant, from what I read in the other thread is somewhat like Hardin, but obviously different in that his group is from one force,not pieces recruited from different areas, so they all know bone deep how the others will react, unlike Hardin's men.

For instance, Hardin tells his group to clear a room and secure it.
Well, to a Brit or a Frenchman, that means throw a fragmentation grenade into the room, let it blow, then hose the room and everything in it with automatic gunfire. Room is now secure.

To an American, it means throw a distraction grenade in, a flashbang(deftec #25), stun the people in the room, kill them with a well aimed burst to the head, and take the room and everything in it intact.

(Thats not an always for all times, but just illustrating how differently trained people can get in each other's way, and how bryant likely doesn't have that problem, as all his people play from the same book)

But Bryant, from what I read, doesn't have a company with resources and funds to draw on, so he may not be able to get the latest gear unless he finds some money for it, asks for it, or steals it.

He put people on sceen too. Maybe they were their before me, maybe not, as I really can't follow the timeline he established.

OK, he saw me and my people get set up.

Why not watch and see who we are, what our deal is, how we behave, who we belong to and how skilled we are.

Will you see everything? I duno.

He is supposed to be a skilled warrior, but then again, so would a group composed of American and european opperators and a bunch of people from Latin America who lived through the drug wars while being honest.

Would either side see everything about the other?

Maybe we were both dancing around each other blindly on the island,

maybe we both made each other's entire team from minute #1,

maybe we knew "it looks like their is someone else intrested, but they are good, so we never quite got a fix on them..."

Why try to kill them when you aren't paid for it at this time?

If you see a few squads of people floating around with well consealed pistols, a few submachine guns, tatical radios, notice a helo flying around and maybe a little more...is it worth fucking with them when you aren't given a dam good reason to do so?



People, if we all try to one up each other all the time, its going to turn into a goatfuck.

If you want a good story, put yourself into your character, and how someone in their position would think and react.

If you think I'm making my guy a super character, tell me.
I'm open to a little suggestion or critique.

If nobody enjoys the story, then its going to die.

I'm not trying to one-up everyone, but I'm not going to be flushed in the first page of the story by having my people killed and my survalence team smacked around either.

If its dead, so be it. It was fun while It lasted.

If not, I suggest we start over after Jagged's second post and try to make it through the meeting without killing each other.

 

[Jagged]

Enough...

OOC I will not go over what our evil lawyer friend already said but I will make my position clear here. These characters are comic book real...but not comic book fantasy/sci-fi (Sgt. Rock for example). Things are set in an alternative but reality based world and you were asked to a business meeting. You were told to have your troops on standby not to bring with. I also think someone thought they were invading Grand Caymen, I haven't even told you about the site of the job yet. As to individuals and characters with units both are fine with me and should fulfill roles in missions that fit them. I never said you would command local troops. The battles I will customize to the number of players. If you want other friends onboard please have them interview through the OOC casting call.

Now clean slate time......Let us take it from me in the room alone at 12:45. This is not an action movie. I would like this thread to be well done and a lot of fun. Characters killing and fighting with each other is pointless. Use your minds. IThis is a low key meeting I can assure you plenty of combat is to come. PM with questions and private concerns I will be glad to get back to you. Let's make this a success a thread people will be impressed by and one that you will love playing.

 

[Jagged]

OOC Let it begin. AGAIN what happen before didn't happen. Not happy let me know that your leaving.



IC: I waited patiently for my new contractors as I lit up a fresh cuba and looked about the conferance room...

 

[expertlinguist]

Let's start again (without being murdered)

As soon as Sgt Bryant was notified of the date and time of the meeting he organised an impromptu meeting in the hangar housin the "borrowed" Galaxy transport.

68 pairs of eyes were fixed on him, 68 pairs of ears were waiting for the brief, 68 men slightly bemused by the idea of an "adventure" that promised rich in pickings.

-OK folk, -he started- we are off at 16.00, the meeting with the representative from Krueger&Brent is set for three days from today in St James, it's obvious that Grand Cayman is neutral ground, but with the locals here on St Lucia not too happy to have us round it will be wiser to shift our arses to somewhere less hot, so we alre all going on holiday to the West Indies.- A muffled chuckle arose from the men.

Sgt Bryant continued:- We should reach our target area just before mid-night. We'll jump at low level, secure the beach and hide all our hardware and jumping gear.....folded for re-use.

I want all of you to look like beach combers or burnt out fishermen, we are travelling light! And gentlemen, loose the IDs from your wallets, no credit cards, only cash!

Before light break all were in position, about a dozen left on the landing beach and the rest middling with the mainly American and European crowd, some on the pier, most lounging in the various bars on St James sea-front, drinking rum and coke, very little rum and plenty of coke, each and every one of them knew that no one could afford to drink too much, their old motto was "Drink and Die".

Big Al (Sgt Bryant), Frosty (his former Corporal), Bugsy (ex SEAL, big Al's brother in law) and Pidd ( Capt. Dave Piddington OBE, 2nd Para) were discreetly keeping an eye on the luxurious villa that was supposed to hold "The meeting".

Communication channels were open on a frequency that had not been used since WW2, and if anyone would have picked the traffic up, they would have to be from the Wadafakawi, a little known South African people, to understand what was said.

Big Al noticed the well dressed man on the balcony, he turned to Frosty and asked:- What do you think?- Three sets of eyes focused on the guy with the pony tail, -Ponce!- Frosty grunted, Bugsy spat on the dry dust covering the pavement and Pidd said:- I know his face, Sandhurst......and he's packing a piece.-

Suddendly they all felt naked, not one of them was carrying a fire arm, just fisherman knives.

The following days were spent taking in the new arrivals, and watching with interest as small groups of "Tourists" were deployed around the island, the frequent heli flights.

On the day of the meeting, as the obvious candidate arrived, no one took any notice of the four bearded middle aged men sipping drinks at the hotel bar. Not the Americans, nor the Russian, it was difficult to tell if the stunning Japanese lady had noticed anything, but all of them missed the black carrabean dressed as a waiter who was paying more attention to the coming and goings rather than serve fresh drinks to the various customers at the bar.

Big Al said to Frosty:- Bring the kaffir to the conference room in 10.- And got up, heading for the toilet.

Eventually he knocked on the conference room door, Harding went to the door, opened it and looked at the tall bearded man in kakhi shirt and faded jeans.

-Can I help you?- he asked very politely, although his expression was that of a person not too pleased.

-No....Major Hardin I presume......but we can!....Frosty bring him in!-

A black waiter virtually flew in the conference room, followed by three men who looked like beach bums, one of them holding a miniature digital camera/key ring in between the tips of his thumb and forefinger, as if it was a digusting peice of rubbish, the other two just behind him.

Big Al smiled broadly at the people in the room, bowed towards the ladies and said in a booming voice:- Alex Bryant, Sir, at your service, these are Bugsy, Frosty and Pidd......that piece of shit had you all clocked up......he's got a speech impediment since he's lost his front teeth about a minute ago, but before that happened, he did freely did tell us that your men guarding the perimeter of the Hotel have been neutralised......I do not know what your set up on this Island is, but someone, besides the invited guests, knows that you were holding a meeting here, I have a few men on the island that could be usefull if needed, my suggestion is that this place is not safe, hope you have a plan B Sir.

edited version of previous post......shit I never thought that we were that ugly

 

[Vixandra]

OOC: Okay- but lets keep this realistic, please? There is no need for huge teams of detailed assistants or trying to kill one another off- we're supposed to be working together remember? Okay, I'm done.
Dressed same as in first post.
IC: I landed my helo, secured it, left my baggage inside just incase. Was rather amusing watching the staff trying to figure out who I was. I nodded politley as I went by and inside the hotel.
A stop by the info desk pointed me to the conferance room, not that I needed it. Already had blueprints of the entire building and several escape routs memorized.
I walked in, tossing my invitation on the main conferance table, ordered a Coke and sat down to see what was going to happen.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Ok, I condenced my time before the meeting, my arival and my reaction to the guys coming in into here.


IC:

3 days before the meeting:

Major Hardin sat down at the conference room in his office on St. Thomas. He waited for everyone to be seated, then started.

"Ok guys, you know the drill. Teams of 4 people each, standard operating procedure.

Teams one and two, outer perimeter of the hotel were we are having the meeting on St. James, team three, interior security on sceen before everyone arives coordinating with one and two for escape routes and coordinating with survalence.

I want photos of who shows up before the meeting and during, and photos of who leaves. Mary, Janice and Rodrigo, you cover that.

Three men with me, Jose, Quincy and, Ok, two men with me, and one woman. Katrian, for this, you are my assistant. No leather skirts, wear something in tweed.

I want one of out Baby Bell helos over the island conducting a tour for some 'Tourists'. Hartman, handle it. Be ready to come and land on the roof if you get a trouble message. "

Able Quincy, a tall, distinguished British man formerly of MI-6 asked "Lets put Johnson with survalence?"

Hartman said, "Good idea. Survalence always has an M4 carbine with them in their kits. Johnson is an excelent sniper, lets expand him onto the photographic and listening gear."

Hardin nodded. "Agreed. Team leaders, assemble your teams. I want us on St. James by 0300 tomorow. Any problems?"

Katarina spoke up, looking sheepish, "I don't own any tweed..."

Hardin looked at her sternly for a moment, then smiled and said "Go shopping"



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The day of the meeting.

Hardin looked at his watch as he rode over in the Limo.

He was taking last minute reports from his teams over encrypted tatical raidos made by motorola. No words were exchanged, just clicks from the raidos that sounded like static.

The teams were in position, everyone was set, the helo with his backup was 'touring' the island, 3 minutes out.


Ok, he knew he wasn't supposed to bring so much, eh...staff... to a meeting, but he didn't care.

Some of his guys were likely to be heavy handed in their observations, just to let other people know someone was around.

Some were being smooth as butter in hiding in plain sight.

"what a paranoid fucking job..." he thought



He told the driver to pull up to the hotel and park the car.

As the Black Limo pulled to a stop, the door opened. First exiting the limo was thin, but clean cut spanish man wearing a pony tail, black silk shirt and a dark green jacket or a very light material, and sunglasses.

He looked around for a moment as if admiring the sceenery, looking at everyone, smiling at the bikini clad women all about, but keeping his eyes moving over everything.

Next exiting the car was a short, sultry looking woman. She was conservatively dressed, wearing glasses carrying an attache case in her right hand, carrying a pad in her left.

Following her out of the car was a tall, distinguished looking gentleman that just screamed birtish banker or attorney. Noone would look at him, for fear he might introduce himself and try to sell you insurance.

Exiting the car last was a 5'6" Blond haired American, dressed in a suit similar to the spaniard's, carrying a laptop attache case.

They formed into a loose formation, the Englishman on the right of the American, the woman on his left, and the spaniard following loosly about 20 feet behind.

They entered the hotel, and walked up to the conference room.

Upon arrival, they entered, the woman coming through the door first and walking a step to the left, then American entering next, and the Brit entering and walking to the American's right.

The American nodded he greeting to the man standing at the head of the conference room, and sat at the foot of the table with his associates standing beside him.

"Well, were is everyone else?" Major Hardin asked.


Suddenly, a waiter flew into the room, followed by three men.

As the men entered into the conference room Hardin's Assistant, Katarina turned toward them, as did her briefcase with an MP-5 submachinegun rigged to fire from the inside with a squeeze of the trigger in the handle.

She appeared terrified and meek, her right hand coming up to cover her mouth, then placing her hand on her breast...but that was only to get the hand closer to her glock in the shoulder holster she wore.

She wasn't worried, she knew she had on body armor, as did all her team, that would stop any pistol rounds, and that was all she saw was being carried.

Quincy, rocked back in his chair slightly, his eyebrow raised and let "I SAY!!" come from hit mouth in a surprised tone of voice.

He wasn't surprised. Quincy had a suppressed glock 9mm out under the table in his right hand, and a #25 deftec distraction grenade in his left ready to fly.

Hardin sat without moving.

Hardin sighed.

"Hi Hector. You weren't supposed to be seen...we will talk about this later...Can he get the fuck out of here now?"

Hardin was shaking his head, and shrugged, "I guess I'm going to have to rethink his contract...janice, make a note to that effect.

She nodded and began writing.

Hardin was just thinking about the dental bills centurions was going to incur with this today...Hector did his job which was to be seen, grabbed and spread bullshit.

This was turning out to be interesting.

 

[Vixandra]

Tora

I watched the testosterone fly around the room and sighed. "As much as this HASN"T been, genltmen and lady, I'm afraid I've got to leave. I don't work with amatures and over achievers. They tend to die faster you know."
I back out of the room, ready for any trouble, my mirrored sunglasses showing any an all movement behind me.
I got to my helo, did a bomb check- all clear. I undid the securing lines and hopped inside, taking off moments later. This could have been fun, I mused, watching the island grow smaller and smaller, but I don't risk my life or waste my time with idiots who can't work together because they're trying to one up each other.
Landing a few hours later in the USVI, I checked into my hotel, well half of its mine. Put some of my profits from my jobs to good use over the years.
I sent a message to the one who'd asked my presence.
If you can find a group who will work together without getting me killed in the process I'd be willing to rejoin your task team. Till then, no way. THanks for the invite though, Tora."

 

[expertlinguist]

Someone explain to me how my teams are flushed so soon?

"Big Al smiled broadly at the people in the room, bowed towards the ladies and said in a booming voice:- Alex Bryant, Sir, at your service, these are Bugsy, Frosty and Pidd......that piece of shit had you all clocked up......he's got a speech impediment since he's lost his front teeth about a minute ago, but before that happened, he did freely did tell us that your men guarding the perimeter of the Hotel have been neutralised......I do not know what your set up on this Island is, but someone, besides the invited guests, knows that you were holding a meeting here, I have a few men on the island that could be usefull if needed, my suggestion is that this place is not safe, hope you have a plan B Sir. "

Was their a gunfight, a bunch of ninja hampsters with little black uniforms, a biological fucking plague that you set loose to kill only those carrying glocks?

WTF?

just explain that please...

No gun fight (reply edited says no arms on these four), no origami trained mice(or high-flying, green-coloured, blue-eyed, pizza-eating turtles) , just a few of blokes who are both sceptics and very observant. They show no animosity to the partecipants to the meeting, the relocation of the "troops" was a necessity, but none of the men out there seem to be in a belligerant frame of mind. Please note that Big Al shows respect to Hardin, just points out a "slight" problem and offers the "Officer In Charge" for back-up, if needed, leaving the decision making to who is supposed to be the man in charge.

The only initiative taken by this man was to apprehend and interrogate an obvious spy, whom he delivered to "High Command" for further questioning.

Not necessarely what was said by the spy is true, maybe not all teams have been flushed out, could be a bluff, the board is open.

He only wants to be briefed and get stuck in the action to earn some serious money, but without the aggravation of the opposing party knowing who, where and when they are going to get hit. What's wrong with protecting the goose with the golden eggs?

I would suggest one waits for Hardin's reaction before flying off the Handle, the Cuff or in the blue Yonder.

 

[Evil Attorney]

No gun fight (reply edited says no arms on these four), no origami trained mice(or high-flying, green-coloured, blue-eyed, pizza-eating turtles) , just a few of blokes who are both sceptics and very observant. They show no animosity to the partecipants to the meeting, the relocation of the "troops" was a necessity, but none of the men out there seem to be in a belligerant frame of mind. Please note that Big Al shows respect to Hardin, just points out a "slight" and offers the "Officer In Charge" for back-up, if needed, leaving the decision making to who is supposed to be the man in charge.

The only initiative taken by this man was to apprehend and interrogate an obvious spy, whom he delivered to "High Command" for further questioning.

He only wants to be briefed and get stuck in the action to earn some serious money, but without the aggravation of the opposing party knowing who, where and when they are going to get hit. What's wrong with protecting the goose with the golden eggs?

Ok, thank you for the explination.

When you say neutralised, I generaly thing dead bodies.

We really can't assume the other person know whats going on.

I like to write with lots of detail so their is a clear picture of whats going on, who is where and what and how they are doing it.

When hardin came onto the sceen, tell me, did you have a good Idea of how they looked, were they went, what was going on?

If I'm writing badly let me know, ok?

Moving people to observe and match hardin's men brings one picture to mind, saying neutralised brings one hell of another picture...get what I mean?

 

[expertlinguist]

What a mistake to make!

Sgt Bryant thought:- Hector!? Shit the boy was decoy!.-

Looking around the room he felt a bit foolish, and the japanese chick leaving with her nose in the air did not make things any easier. He had to swallow hard before addressing Hardin again.

-I do apologise Sir, did not mean to harm any of your men, but the kaffir was just too suspicious to ignore.-

A sigh of relief came from the other occupants of the meeting room.

Big Al quickly explained that he had to bring all his men with him, due to a slight disagreement with the Authorities on St Lucia, and they were just waiting for his word to get into action as soon as required, for the time being they would just ly low and enjoy the scenary.

It was at this point that the man called Quincy and Pidd looked at each other.

Pidd spoke first:- Watcha Quince! Fancy seeing you here!-

-I say Piddngton-replied Quincy- thought you copped it in Angola some years back! Glad to see you are still having fun!-

And they shook hand vigorously.

 

[Jagged]

OOC Coming to a meeting that was it...is that so hard?




IC I sighed. "Bloody Hell! A great start down one member of the team before we have even started the mission. Let us hope things do not get any worse then they already are right now!? You have been taken on because you are professionals not just your ablities in the field. Now sit down shut up and get ready for a briefing. No one is that impressive that they cannot be replaced."


I was pissed and is showed. " Now that poor man you beat see to it that he taken care of and polite fashion. Do not kill him give him some money and send him on his way. This meeting was to be secret and now the only thing to make anyone take notice of it is you behavior." I turned and looked right at Sgt. Bryant. "Care to explain or better still tell me why I shoudl keep you on board?"

 

[Morgoth]

Alexi stood, and stiffly walked to the door. After a momentary pause, he turned. "When you idiots learn how to play with the big boys, and not try to kill each other, give me a- No, wait, nevermind. Don't give me a call then, either. Now, I've had enough stupidity for about a year, so I must leave you with a dasvedanya." He shook his head as he walked from the building. He sighed, then mutterred to himself. "That's why I refuse to work with amateurs." He stepped back into the Lexus, and didn't even look back as it sped away.

 

[poohlive]

Fernando knew what was going on. He was the smart one. They had made him the leader because he was so strong, and smart... not to mention smooth with the ladies.
Oh yes, Fernando was smooth with the ladies.
He had it all figured out. He knew people would be out and about before the meeting. That's how people were. There would be hundreds of them, standing around in tight suits, black sunglasses, looking suave and sophisticated, ear pieces, ready to tell the others who and what was arriving.
Fernando knew this, so an hour before the meeting he had a taco van pull up to the little marina docks opposite of the motel. Oh, it was such a clever plan. His brother Don was in the van, with binoculars and a walkie talkie, telling of what he saw.
"Just some fisherman and tourists, esse."
Back in their hotel room, Fernando nodded. He was so clever, he had Don speak in spanish over the walkie talkie. Ha ha! No one knew spanish. See how clever Fernanda is?
"You don't need us going to go to the meeting, do you boss?"
Fernando shook his head, "Me and Don can take care of it. You guys enjoy the island. Don't go too far though."
Javier looked over at Ricardo, "I heard there are helicopter rides all over the island."
"Sweet, man." They took off, enjoying the heights of St. James.
Fernando drove up to the van, parking and getting out. He knocked on the door, as his brother opened it.
"Anything?"
"Sorry, Fernando. Just tourists. A limo pulled up, and some other cars to drop off people, I think those are some of the others."
"Aye, brother. Let us go then."
They walked into the hotel, ordering drinks for the meeting. A good meeting had to have some good drinks.
In the lobby, as they waited for their drinks, Fernando got a sight at someone leaving the hotel. She looked quite familar to him.
"Tora," He half whispered. She didn't hear him, just moved on her way. Was she here too? A lot of people were supposed to be on this assignment, but he didn't think Tora would...
Why was she leaving though? Maybe the meeting had gotten out.
He checked his watch.
No, he was going to be fashionably late, nothing more. Maybe she was here for a different reason.
He'd had to call her after this evening was over.
Fernando and Don both went up to the meeting room, casting a suspicious look at the tense faces and bloody waiter. Had they missed something?
"I thought this was just going to be a meeting. We aren't fighting now for who gets the contract are we?"
Don shrugged his shoulders, sitting down.
"This is my brother, Don. I am Fernando. It is a pleasure to meet everyone, if indeed this is a pleasurable meeting."
With curious and misunderstood eyes, Fernando sat down, not sure just what he had stepped into here.
Maybe this is why Tora left.