Money To The Revolution. (CLOSED)

[Mahdah]

Gafur, December 21st , 2013

The cold of the north had made it's presence felt in the city of Gafur. Temperatures had dropped to 21 degrees in the last two days as in some parts snow was beginning to fall across the arid lands. The call for prayer sounded in the distance from a large speaker somewhere. The voice was soft and majestic sounding as the man sung in the Mahdavi language which was basically Turk. The sprawling metropolitan area of the city was endless it seemed. Office buildings and shops were everywhere, paved streets and people most of all. It was a seemingly average day in Gafur, nothing stirring in the mist, no crime at all. A all black armored truck moved down the streets of Gafur, followed by two black sedans as the small convoy made their way towards the industrial heartland of Gafur.

Inside the armored vehicle were stacks and stacks of clean unmarked bills , amounting to several million dollars in Mahdavian currency. The sedan's following the armored vehicle were the men responsible of a transaction that was going to occur. One of them was Yusef Shad a man born in Nasiriyah and was moved to Mahdah two decades ago. He was now a politician in the Imperial Emirate and held a seat in the Grand Assembly which has seats for over 200 persons of different backgrounds and positions in the Mahdavian government. When the war in Nasiriyah had started no less then six months ago during his first year of becoming a senator he had secretly disapproved of the occupation and supported the insurgency.

For the last two months he had been secretly laundering money to Al Hafa through his government pay checks that he would receive as pay for being a member of the Grand Assembly. He had become one of Al Hafa's prized assets in finance and a comrade over all. The convoy had pulled into a large warehouse building which was mostly empty and before them stood several well dressed men with beards standing in front of a Suburban waiting for them.

Yusef exited his sedan and with men of the National Police Force who he had bribed for protection came with him and approached the well suited men before them. They approached as well and they all shook hands as they got to business.

"Hello. You have the money in order , yes?" One of the suited men said calmly.

"Yes it's all in the truck over behind us" Yusef said pointing to the armored vehicle parked nearby.

"Let's check it out then." The man said as they all went to the armored vehicle and opened up the back to see what was inside. Silvier suitcases were stacked high inside the holding area. The suited men looked at them all and nodded with a smile.

One of the suited men hopped inside the holding place and opened up a suitcase and found cash, just what they wanted. He opened up a few more and found cash and closed them all and jumped out. He looked at Yusef and smiled,

"You have done much for our cause, brother. May allah grant you martyrdom in heaven." He then gave Yusef a hug and he accepted that as they then wrapped up the meeting with good bye's and the location of the next transaction.

[Mahdah]

Yusef Shad Residence , Augustopolis , Central Mahdah
January 18th, 2014

A knock at the door brought Yusef downstairs from his bedroom which he shared with his wife. He unlocked the door and opened it and two men were in front of him wearing casual clothing , one of them had sun glasses on and a sweater while the other was in a semi-formal suit. Yusef knew them both as associates of his comrades in Al Hafa and let them into his house which was a two story home and was luxurious to say the least for the Senator. The two men looked around the interior as they followed Yusef to the kitchen table and had them sit down as he sat down with them.

"I was not expecting you gentlemen to come to my home. Has something happened?" Yusef questioned the men as several minutes ago he had concluded a fine morning of lustful activities in his bedroom.

"We are deeply sorry for interrupting your afternoon, but our operation is at risk." One of the men said as Yusef who had a fair amount of paranoia about the operation and a large risk he took in participating with Al Hafa members in criminal activities. When he heard the news he was getting he was deeply concerned.

"What?, why is our operation at risk?, do the authorities know? " Yusef questioned in a more panicked manner then before as one of the men put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

"Mr.Shad , the authorities have not found out about our operation. We have discovered, that a pair of journalists are following you and gathering intelligence on you and what you do. They may have seen what we did at the warehouse. We must act quickly."

Yusef did not know what to say or think. A pair of journalists possibly had information on what he was doing, he could not let this jeopardize his operation with Al Hafa. He knew what had to be done.

"Make them disappear, what ever you have to do. Make them gone and make sure their cameras or whatever are taken and destroyed." He said as the two men nodded and were fully prepared to do just that. They also already knew who these journalists were, counter intelligence was a wonder and they knew how to do it.

"You have our word. We will contact you when they're gone. " The suited man said as Yusef nodded and the two men left the house as the door closed behind him he grabbed a bottle of Vodka from his refrigerator and opened the top of it. He proceeded to grab a glass and set it on the counter and then pour himself a glass. He chugged the alcoholic substance down as he wiped his lips and thought about this. He hoped that they would take care of these journalists and he could feel safe again. He put away the glass in the sink and the bottle in the fridge as he went back upstairs and joined his wife in bed to watch television.

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Outside the Yağmur İsmail Residence , Augustopolis , Central Mahdah
January 18th, 2014

Darkness had spread across Augustopolis as the moon had rose into the night sky, it was much colder now. A black sedan had parked itself outside an apartment complex just minutes ago in the middle of the night. several men were inside the sedan and were dressed in all black clothing and faces hidden with face masks and black sunglasses. They were armed with suppressed handguns at the ready as they exited the vehicle and approached the entrance of the apartment complex. The apartment complex was not large and the target's room was right out in front on the second level, number 17. The target was Yagmur Ismail , a amateur journalist who was part of a activist website to expose corruption in the government.

The three men opened the gate door and walked up the stairs and approached room seventeen. One of the men kneeled down and pulled a lock picking device and began to pick the lock free. When the lock was picked the door was opened as stealthy as possible, the three men entered his room as the last man in shut the door. The three came towards the bed and found their target, sound asleep in his bed on his back with his arms stretched out. The three pointed their pistols at his body and we're ready to fire on him indiscriminately. One of them looked at the other two men with him and nodded as he looked at the sleeping target.

"May you rot eternally in hell, infidel" the man said quietly as he squeezed the trigger on his handgun and fired away.

The three men opened fire as Yagmur's body seemed to jolt around on the bed and spasm as bullets ripped into his chest and abdomen. They emptied their clips on the man shooting him over 100 times until they're individual handguns clicked from not having any bullets left. Just as they arrived , they left. Locking the door behind them and proceeded into the vehicle and left the apartment complex and headed for their next target who was in the vicinity.

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Rıza Fahri Residence , Augustupolis

The same black sedan that had just come from the brutal murder of Yugmur Ismail were now outside the residence of their next target. This residence was a house and it was a small one, easy to navigate. The man who lived here was Riza Fahri, the second journalist who was with Yugmur in pursuing information against Yusef's corruption. Their would be no need for three men this time as the driver wanted to participate and would be doing the murder of Riza. He stepped out of the car and shut the door wearing the exact clothing of his comrades waiting in the car. He approached the front door and kneeled down taking out something to pick lock the door with ease, he opened the door and entered the house.

The man pulled out his suppressed handgun from his jacket pocket as he walked about the house. When he entered the kitchen a female was in the kitchen which seemed to not bother him as he raised the handgun to her face as she noticed him and before she could scream. He put two shots In her skull as she fell over to the ground. The refridgerator door still open and a pool of blood forming on the kitchen tile floor as the man went through a hallway and into the master bedroom. The man then saw Riza who was sitting up in his bed as he was awake when he opened the door, in a instant three shots were put into his chest as he fell back on the bed.

He then scouraged the room and found a camera which he took and smashed to pieces and threw them out the window. He then calmly put his handgun away and checked the other rooms, which were empty and unoccupied. He then left the home and closed the door behind him and approached the car getting back into the driver seat.

"Riza Fahri is dead, his wife was awake so I had to kill her too." he said as he put the car into drive and drove off out of the neighborhood.

One of the men in the back opened his cellphone and dialed the number for Yusef, he picked up and a conversation was had before the cellphone was put away. The driver looked in the mirror at the caller and nodded his head. He nodded back and he focused back on the road as the sedan rode into the night. The next day it was reported on the news that the two men and a wife of one of the men were killed in the middle of the night.