A Torn City that Never Sleeps: RP IC

[Bolslania]

As he checked the Scorpion out and made sure it would work. He began to fill Allison in


"The Reds are after the boss, so he wants me to start destabilizing them by whacking their puppet gangs. I cant do it solo so I grabbed you. First target is Jerry Kanson. He runs a lot of prostitution and gambling and such for the Reds as a source of income. But. He likes to use his own product. This is where the cheap makeup comes in. You are going to disguise yourself as a new girl, I've already got the Mistress of the Brothel on our payroll so she can sneak you in easily. When Kanson comes 'round to check in, make yourself easily visible, lure him into room 3, where I'll be waiting in the closet to hit him with this here Scorpion. I'm going to make it look like a hit from another puppet gang and we leave. Got it?" He said.

"Sounds like a plan." She replied.

"Good. He'll be coming around in about 3 hours. So we should go."

[Solarampa]

A Constant State of Misinformation

WA: Men and women, somehow a group of our people decided to attack the Red Collective without notifing us. I need to meet with their leader to tell them we mean no harm.
WA: We are going against them, but I will start to plant evidence that leads to the Five Stars. WEe shall ally the Five Stars formally and team up on the communist scum
WA: We will need brave men and woman to be purposely captured to feed the Red Collective false information. We shall give them a constant state of misinformation

[HypErcApitAl]

"Sounds like a plan." She replied.

"Good. He'll be coming around in about 3 hours. So we should go."

"Okay." She wondered why he'd take three hours to appear, but didn't want to openly ask.

[Bolslania]

"Alright, lets go." Johannes finished, walking towards the car he had gotten for the operation.

[HypErcApitAl]

"Alright, lets go." Johannes finished, walking towards the car he had gotten for the operation.

She'd follow him.

[Bolslania]

Johannes drove the 2 miles to the brothel in silence. He looked at his watch. 1 hour 30 minutes to arrival

Even in the apocalypse, NYC traffic still sucks He pulled around the back and got out. A woman was waiting for them

"Hello Martha." Johannes said

"Hey there Jerry, is this the bait?" She said, eyeing Allison

'Yes."

"She'll do. Come now." And with that the woman disappeared inside. Johannes walked in behind her. All the women inside knew him and gave him a wide berth because of it. He disappeared into his surveillance spot and left Allison at the mercy of Martha

[Dominioan]

After the Meeting, 3:09 PM, The Red Collective

A: Alexander
G: Gerald
H: Harry

A: "That was a highly suspicious meeting."

G: "Agreed sir. This is all suspicious in general. More and more gangs are torn apart by some unseen force every day."

A: "Well I for one won't stand for it. Besides, we can't trust our prisoners now."

H: "But why is that?"

A: "The gangs are lying to us, so the prisoners will as well."
*he fingers his gun

G: "Personally, I think we should be prepared for the worse. Should we start diverting funds to you?"

A: "Yes. And..."
*his hand flicks, there is a bang, and Harold slumps to the floor. A knife is in his hand.
"Its a shame. I actually liked him. Also, get a few of those old tanks. Im going to show that we are still powerful."

G: "Sir yessir!"

[Monsone]

Brooklyn

Karl strolled through Prospect Park. Behind him trailled to guards just in case stuff went poorly. Near the boathouse which was now a restaurant was an outdoor exibition of military vehicles. Everything from a WW2 vintage M4 Sherman to the then newest Abrams model where on display. While this exibit was not griginaly part of the park, it had been added on as a sort of museum/play structure after the Five Stars Group took over.

There had been rumors that some gangs had military grade equiptment, and to say the least, the Five Stars Group was eager to get their hands on similar hardwear. Importing the goods from abroad was the ideal choice. And that is why Karl was meating with a salesperson from Rosoboronexport to discuss the purchase of new equiptment.

Karl instantly saw the salesperson and walked over to him.

"So you're Dancing Bear?" He asked refering to the salesperson's codename.

"Yes." The salesperson replied.

"You know very well what we need. Tank, IFVs, APCs. Maybe even helicopters." Karl remarked to the slaesperson who just knoded.

"How about some T-14 Armatas, some BMPT Terminators, and some BMP-3s?" The salesperson suggested.

"Toss in some atttack helicopters, transport helicopters, and some trucks and other assorted vehicles, and you've got a deal." Karl replied.

"It was a pleasure to do buissness with you." The salesperson said.

"The same can be said to you." Karl answered as he walked away.

[American Pere Housh]

Brooklyn

Karl strolled through Prospect Park. Behind him trailled to guards just in case stuff went poorly. Near the boathouse which was now a restaurant was an outdoor exibition of military vehicles. Everything from a WW2 vintage M4 Sherman to the then newest Abrams model where on display. While this exibit was not griginaly part of the park, it had been added on as a sort of museum/play structure after the Five Stars Group took over.

There had been rumors that some gangs had military grade equiptment, and to say the least, the Five Stars Group was eager to get their hands on similar hardwear. Importing the goods from abroad was the ideal choice. And that is why Karl was meating with a salesperson from Rosoboronexport to discuss the purchase of new equiptment.

Karl instantly saw the salesperson and walked over to him.

"So you're Dancing Bear?" He asked refering to the salesperson's codename.

"Yes." The salesperson replied.

"You know very well what we need. Tank, IFVs, APCs. Maybe even helicopters." Karl remarked to the slaesperson who just knoded.

"How about some T-14 Armatas, some BMPT Terminators, and some BMP-3s?" The salesperson suggested.

"Toss in some atttack helicopters, transport helicopters, and some trucks and other assorted vehicles, and you've got a deal." Karl replied.

"It was a pleasure to do buissness with you." The salesperson said.

"The same can be said to you." Karl answered as he walked away.

Shelby is lying in a prone position in an abandoned building looking though the scope of her M110 sniper rifle which was aimed at the saleperson. She made a slight adjustment to her scope, took a deep breath and fired at the individual hitting him in the head causing blood, pieces of skull and brain matter to fly everywhere. The individual who was walking away heard a loud crack of a rifle but couldn't pinpoint where the shot came from.

[Monsone]

"What?!" Karl yelled as he heard of the assasination of the Russian Arms Dealer. "I want the whole terriotry we control swept! I want the full force of our people on the streets! Tell Tony that we need a 7pm to 7am curfew immediately! I want' whover did this brought to me alive!" He roared.

"Sir, that'c can't really be done." Said the Police Chief, Ahmed Hussein. "The assasin is likely long gone, and shutting downa major corridor is not gonna fly with anyone. Especially Tony."

"Ugh! How can I make this any clearer? A Russian government official was killed on our territory. The Russian's are gonna be furious, and I don't want to trust the Russian Mafia with giving us 'quality' weapons. Find the killer!" Karl fummed.

"I'll look over the security cammeras." Hussein sighed.

"Good. And tell whoever owns that abandoned building to fix the damn place up. It looks like hell. A f*cking eyesore on the neighborhood." Karl cursed.

"Yes sir." Hussein replied as he left Karl's office.

"Someone is gonna pay and they aren't gonna like it one f*cking bit." Karl spoke to himself as he starred out his window.

[American Pere Housh]

"What?!" Karl yelled as he heard of the assasination of the Russian Arms Dealer. "I want the whole terriotry we control swept! I want the full force of our people on the streets! Tell Tony that we need a 7pm to 7am curfew immediately! I want' whover did this brought to me alive!" He roared.

"Sir, that'c can't really be done." Said the Police Chief, Ahmed Hussein. "The assasin is likely long gone, and shutting downa major corridor is not gonna fly with anyone. Especially Tony."

"Ugh! How can I make this any clearer? A Russian government official was killed on our territory. The Russian's are gonna be furious, and I don't want to trust the Russian Mafia with giving us 'quality' weapons. Find the killer!" Karl fummed.

"I'll look over the security cammeras." Hussein sighed.

"Good. And tell whoever owns that abandoned building to fix the damn place up. It looks like hell. A f*cking eyesore on the neighborhood." Karl cursed.

"Yes sir." Hussein replied as he left Karl's office.

"Someone is gonna pay and they aren't gonna like it one f*cking bit." Karl spoke to himself as he starred out his window.

Shelby disassembles her rifle and stores it in her backpack she always carries around. True to the police chief's word, she disappeared into the night.

To all gang leaders

Greetings I am Shelby Franklin and I wish to join your gang as I have apparently pissed off the Five Star Group by assassinating a Russian government backed arms dealer they were using. I was one of the best snipers the Marine Corp ever had but the US fell apart so I became a contract killer for hire. If I join, your enemies will be my enemies and they will feel a bullet from my rifle touch them in the head from a half mile away. Here is my phone number to arrange a meet and greet: 212-555-1445.

[HypErcApitAl]

Johannes drove the 2 miles to the brothel in silence. He looked at his watch. 1 hour 30 minutes to arrival

Even in the apocalypse, NYC traffic still sucks He pulled around the back and got out. A woman was waiting for them

"Hello Martha." Johannes said

"Hey there Jerry, is this the bait?" She said, eyeing Allison

'Yes."

"She'll do. Come now." And with that the woman disappeared inside. Johannes walked in behind her. All the women inside knew him and gave him a wide berth because of it. He disappeared into his surveillance spot and left Allison at the mercy of Martha

She smiled, scanning the area she was in. She was a bit nervous, but just let her cover speak for itself. She was quiet.

She started getting flashbacks/memories of School, and her old relationships. She didn't mind this cover, but she was partially scared the "mission" was a betrayal or wouldn't workout the way it should.

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

Muhammad Khalid Gulwal to Walter Alcoln (text):
"What are the priorities for our gang at the moment? Any rivals need taking care of?"

[Bolslania]

A man comes swaggering into the Brothel

"Heyyyy! Martha! Hows it hangin'?!" He says, his pasty white skin glistening in the light.

"Hey there Jerry. It is fine. We got a new girl." Martha replies flatly, gesturing at Allison. He swaggers over with an appraising, in an unpleasant way, gaze

"And what's yur name lass?" He says to Allison

[Solarampa]

Muhammad Khalid Gulwal to Walter Alcoln (text):
"What are the priorities for our gang at the moment? Any rivals need taking care of?"

*Texts back* WA: We are already taking care of the Red Collective. I need you to also work to kill. The second gang boss needing taking care of is Albert Stockholm.

[Dominioan]

Outside a Imperial Marauder Safehouse and Medical Facility, 10:26 AM, The Red Collective

A: Alexander
S: Soldier
MS: Marauder Soldier

A: *A Nr.3 M1A2 SEP, stolen from a military facility, rolls up outside the warehouse and medical facility. Alexander is inside it.
"Aim the cannon."

S: *the soldier looks at him.
"S...sir, are you sure you want to do this?"

A: *he glares at him.
"Do not question me! I am quite sure."

S: "But there are injured men in there..."

A: *he pushes him aside
"Fine. I will do it myself."

*The tank fires. The shell blows a hole in the side of the building. You can see people in hospital beds.

A: "Move out! Loot the place and kill everyone inside!"

-after looting-

MS: *a marauder soldier is still alive. he has three broken ribs.
"Please...don't leave me..."

A: *Alexander looks at him with no feeling in his eyes. he draws his gun and fires.

[Monsone]

JFK Airport

The news of the Red Collective's attack on a medical facility quickly reached the highest ranks of the Five Stars. So the leaders of the group along with other powerful officials where meeting at the old TWA terminal at JFK that was now a conference hall. Clearly most of the people gathered where either furious, or just shocked. Even they would never attack a medical facility.

"So you all heard. We must aid the Imperial Marauders." Tony said solemly.

"Well I thought Karl was aquiring some tanks for us." Adolfo stated.

"Look, you know what went down, and I don't want to talk about it. however, I called a friend in Hong Kong who is willing to deliver to us the newest Russian made tanks." Karl said quite frustratedly.

"And what are we looking at?" Police Chief Hussein asked.

"T-14s." Karl answered.

"For the moment Hussein, use the police vehciles we've got. They're the best tools we have." Tony ordered. "And Karl, find us some tanks."

"I'll try." Karl sighed.

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

Muhammad Khalid Gulwal to Walter Alcoln (text):
"What are the priorities for our gang at the moment? Any rivals need taking care of?"

*Texts back* WA: We are already taking care of the Red Collective. I need you to also work to kill. The second gang boss needing taking care of is Albert Stockholm.

Gulwal drove to Albert Stockholm's house,
afterwards he waits outside with a glock 18.
"Being taken care of" He texted Walter.

[American Pere Housh]

*Texts back* WA: We are already taking care of the Red Collective. I need you to also work to kill. The second gang boss needing taking care of is Albert Stockholm.

Gulwal drove to Albert Stockholm's house,
afterwards he waits outside with a glock 18.
"Being taken care of" He texted Walter.

Shelby is walking down the street with her bag over her right shoulder when she notices a man holding what appears to be a Glock 18 pistol so she ducks into an alley while pulling her S&W 1076 10 mm pistol with a suppresser attached out of her shoulder holster and watches to see what happens.

[Minskiev]

Baron drives over to Stockholm’s house, to assist Gulwal in case of emergency.

“Alpha Romeo Romeo India Victor India November Golf”, he texts.

Loading his HK433, he gets out of the taxi cab and sneaks onto the property, and meets up with Gulwal.

[Solarampa]

*Texts back* WA: We are already taking care of the Red Collective. I need you to also work to kill. The second gang boss needing taking care of is Albert Stockholm.

Gulwal drove to Albert Stockholm's house,
afterwards he waits outside with a glock 18.
"Being taken care of" He texted Walter.

Walter: That was fast. Now I need you to go to tue Red Collective Gang the Orange Raiders. They are the least communist and with some persuasion we can get them to join us

[Minskiev]

Alright Gulwal. You break the windows, then I’ll try to pick him off.

*26 windows later*

AS: Uh oh. I’m going to hide in my safe room. Guards, shoot the invaders from the windows.
G: Sir yessir!

*15 guards later*

Alright Gulwal, move in!

*2 minutes later*

There appears to be a safe room. Got any grenades?

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

Alright Gulwal. You break the windows, then I’ll try to pick him off.

*26 windows later*

AS: Uh oh. I’m going to hide in my safe room. Guards, shoot the invaders from the windows.
G: Sir yessir!

*15 guards later*

Alright Gulwal, move in!

*2 minutes later*

There appears to be a safe room. Got any grenades?

OOC: is the guy dead?

[Minskiev]

OOC: Nein. Ich need ju to blow up ze door.

[HypErcApitAl]

A man comes swaggering into the Brothel

"Heyyyy! Martha! Hows it hangin'?!" He says, his pasty white skin glistening in the light.

"Hey there Jerry. It is fine. We got a new girl." Martha replies flatly, gesturing at Allison. He swaggers over with an appraising, in an unpleasant way, gaze

"And what's yur name lass?" He says to Allison

She immediately flipped her hair, getting into her cover fully. To start, she was going to act like one of those ditzy, airheaded girls she went after back, in her School days.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm.... My name's Aprillllll..." She looked around. Essentially mimicking what she remembered.

Her eyes kept darting around, but then she'd stop and make Eye Contact once with the man.