The Good, the Bad, The Weird (CLOSED)

[The JVP]

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Kassau, Phoenxia. Phoenixa Int'l Airport.

The plane ride to Phoenxia was an enjoyable one, as the the Twins, Rudi and Sofie, had made the most of their time, by eating sweet, and drinking as much soda as they could.

Once on the ground, the two bounced around until they got off the plane and went to get their baggage.

"Rudi." Sofie, asked as she reached her hand out.

"Yes. Sofie?" He replied as he took her hand, interlocking their fingers.

"It's loud here. I don't like it." she said, as she moved closer to him, wrapping herself closer to her brother.

"It's fine sis. We'll be out of her soon. we just need to get our bags." He scanned the area. "And a room."

"OK." She said, as she also scanned the room. "Hey brother." He pointed over to a large man in a fancy suit, looking at them. "Maybe he can get us a room."

Rudi looked over to the man. "He does look nice. And maybe he'll have snacks." He said, as she looked over his sister. "Do you want to do the honor?" He asked.

she looked up into his yellow eyes and smiled. "I would be honor." she said, as she bounced away, her pure white hair flowing as she moved over to the man, her long black dress flowing as she moved. Rudi watched her, as she talked to the man, and pointed back over to him. The man made eye contact with him, and he smiled.

Their bags came up on the belt, and Rudi grabbed them as Sofie bounced back over.

"Brother. He said we can room with him for the night. For a fee." She leaned closer to him. "He says he has a lot of snacks for us to eat, and they sound super good." She kissed him on the cheek. "He said it's less noisy there also. so lets go." She said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the man.

"Hello there, Rudi." the man said as they got closer. "Your sister said you two were traveling alone. I can put you up in a room for the night." The man said, as he reached a head out and patted Rudi's short white hair. "What lovely twins." He mused. "Come. I have a car waiting outside."

The two smiled, as they followed the man out. "Are their snacks in the car mister?" Sofie, asked as she wrapped her arms around the mans right arm. "Yeah. Snacks." Rudi said, as he did the same on the mans other side.

"We'll get some snacks." He said, a wide smile on his face. We'll get you many snacks as you want."

[Phoenxia]

Feliks was only elected recently in the 2034 midterm from his small suburban township along the coast. He is a rather bi-partisan voter in the senate, though he affiliates with Ünetsche.

Today was civil debate, which Feliks always loved; nothing is ever better than watching middle aged men, and even senile incumbents yell at each other. The PIJ was making a stink about Žeknijan refugees encroaching on their province, the Reikmenster himself was challenging them on this today. No one ever challenged 'Ol' Hardass Malekski' to a debate, even before he was Reikmenster. But Pjavel Sjénik, he was a different breed. A relentless debateur, his courage as strong as damascus steel. Another thing about him was how obviously he was being paid by the Tyrian government.

From denying clear human rights abuses by the Tyrians, to denying the existence of a free Žeknijan state, he was as more of a puppet than a man. "These refugees actively work against the interests of my people, stealing our jobs, buying out our food."

"Pjavel, we both know that isn't true. Your people are fine, and these people would otherwise be shipped off to Humania. Your deeds frankly sicken me. If we wanted to wipe out thousands of years of culture, we could. But we are not trying to wipe out thousands of years of culture. If I had the power to dismiss you from this senate, then by god I would!" Jans' face was reddening. Feliks began taking notes on what he could bring up on his 2036 campaign to remain incumbent. Of course, a lot could change by then; because it was already changing.

[The JVP]

The Erikssen, Phoenixa

Rudi was the first to wake up, and he wiggled his way from under the large arm of the man... Josev something or another. He never really caught the mans full name, but it not matter. He was needed for one thing, and one thing only, and he filled that role.

Rudi looked around on the floor for some to wrap around his waist, remembering how the man had pretty much ripped his underwear off of him when they go into the room. It was not the first Rudi had done this, nor was it the first time a man mistook him for a girl. But Sofi always knew the right words, and he knew the right touches.

"Sofie." He said softly, as he wrapped a thrown bed sheet around himself, again looking around, only to find her thin naked frame, lay on top of the man. Curled up into a ball. In one hand she had a chocolate bar, in the other she held her favorite toy. Rudi huffed, as he remembered the nights events.

We walked out of the large room that was the suite for this pent house, the man had booked, and went over to his bag. He pulled out his phone and looked at the message on it.

*You sicko twins.* The Message started. *Below is a list of targets. Client wants it messy. A message is to be sent. Renata is covering your tracks.* Rudi looked down to his feet and back to the room. 'How is big sister Rudi covering my footprints?', he wondered, as he went back over the list. *These are the targets. Client wants it to look like someone else did it.* The message ended with the words Blood Money.

Rudi scanned the list of targets, and came across very familiar name. He slowly made his way back over to his sister, who has somehow slid of the mans stomach, and was now laying upside down, legs open, with a dumb look on her sleeping face.

Rudi giggled as he took a picture of her. "He look so dumb." He said, as bend down to shake her awake.

"Sis. Sis." He nudged her harder, as her eyes slowly opened and focused on him.

"Five more minutes. My hips hurts." She said, as she slowly straighten her body, and stretched.

"We have a job." Rudi said, as pulled out the mans wallet and looked at the ID. Josev Ikanik, the ID read. The tenth name on his list. Small level pro Tyria supporter. "Look." Rudi said, as he showed his sister the list, and the ID.

She smacked her lips, as she took a bit from the chocolate bar, and focused on the list. "Ahh. Really." She said, pointing her toy at the man. "But he was super nice and genital. Plus his belly is super soft." She said, as she also started to look for something to wore.

"Was he?" Rudi said, as he remembered the night. "Maybe." He said, as he unzipped the small bag he had. "Big brother Tomasz said we can't let our..." he thought for a second. "Weird... carnal urges, get in the way."

"Caramel?" Sofie said, as she pulled out a large blade from the bag.

"No. Carnal. Like the place with the rides." He also looked over a knife. "I don't know. Big Brother is weird. But fun to play with." He eyed the man still on the bed. Work was work.


Half an hour later, the twins washed each other in the shower. Giggling as they took turns cleaning each other. Afterwards, they dressed in simple matching black dresses, as Rudi put his long wig back on. They collected their bags, and hand in hand walked out of the large room and made their way down a flight of stairs, exiting the hotel and moving on to their next location.

Hours later the Kassau news would run a story about the body of big time donor, Josev Ikanik, know for supporting the campaign Pjavel Sjénik, and many others from the Parti d'Interežen Jelenika. The shows scenes of the crime scene, glass on the floor, Josev's body, throat cut, and in the words Tyria scum, carved into this chest, in Žeknijan Krežnoski, with "Tyria scum." also written on the walls. The murder is being blamed on an XLA hit hit team, as reports of another Parti d'Interežen Jelenika supporter, being killed from a sniper round to the head, is also brought up into the headlines.


"Cafe Kassau"

A woman, who skin tone could be best described as Dusky Dravidian, sat at her table, sipping on a cup of Phoenxia blend. She had been in the Country for a few days, working as an IT tech for some JVP IT company. This was her cover of course, as she she spend most of her time, scrubbing any footage of the Twins. She tracked their every movement, and slept only when they slept. Then she would follow them from camera to camera, editing them out, or re-looping footage. To the world, these two were never in Phoenxia, but to her, she seen everything they did.

"Don't worry little ones. Big sister Renata is watching over you." She said, as she moved some of her brown hair out of the way, as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Eteria Zeperi Dealership"

A group of three looked over a few cars, as a man followed them around pointing out some cars.

"This is the Eteria model S320. Luxury car. Matter of fact, the Princess Etschelena Heliana Mausen drives a black model." He rubbed his hands together, as one of the trio, got in and sat in the seat. "Oh, this is nice." He said, as he looked around the car. He said something Korean, and laughed to himself.

"We are also in the market for an SUV that can fit six. What do you got?" Asked another member of the Trio, a man with Light brown skin, and his long black hair in braids.

Oh. Um, Mister Tomasz right." The dealer said, as he looked around the lot. "We have a wide selection of Zeperi SUVS. The newest model, the Zeperi Frontier, can seat a family of eight, plus the dog." The Man said, rubbing his hands together.

"Perfect, I'll take one in black." He looked to his Dae, a man a few shades darker then him, but with these small red dreads. "You like that?" He asked.

"Oh yeah baby. This shit feels right. I'll have all the Phoenixan bitches sucking my dick in this shit." He looked to the Dealer. I'll take this in Grey, if you don't mind.

"Listen to you. Thinking you'll get any over here." Came a feminine voice, from the seat next to him. " She looked at the dealer, with her clear grey eyes, which glowed with a blue tint. "I'll take one in black, if you please." She said, as she ran her hand up Dae's leg and took a tight hold of his package. "He'll also take his in black." She said, as she laid a kiss on Dae's cheek.

"AAA.. Yes. Black please... AAA Jin, please let go. I need those." He whimpered.

"Enough you two." Tomasz said, as he returned his attention to the dealer, who now seemed like he was going to have a heart attack.

"Three?" He said, dabbing at the sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yes. Three." Tomasz Said, as he pulled out a black card. "We'll pay full price also, if you don't mind." Tomasz moved quick to catch the man as he fainted.

"Damn bruh. You would think he has never sold a car before." Dae said as looked at the man in Tomasz arms.

[Phoenxia]

The Erikssen, Phoenixa

Rudi was the first to wake up, and he wiggled his way from under the large arm of the man... Josev something or another. He never really caught the mans full name, but it not matter. He was needed for one thing, and one thing only, and he filled that role.

Rudi looked around on the floor for some to wrap around his waist, remembering how the man had pretty much ripped his underwear off of him when they go into the room. It was not the first Rudi had done this, nor was it the first time a man mistook him for a girl. But Sofi always knew the right words, and he knew the right touches.

"Sofie." He said softly, as he wrapped a thrown bed sheet around himself, again looking around, only to find her thin naked frame, lay on top of the man. Curled up into a ball. In one hand she had a chocolate bar, in the other she held her favorite toy. Rudi huffed, as he remembered the nights events.

We walked out of the large room that was the suite for this pent house, the man had booked, and went over to his bag. He pulled out his phone and looked at the message on it.

*You sicko twins.* The Message started. *Below is a list of targets. Client wants it messy. A message is to be sent. Renata is covering your tracks.* Rudi looked down to his feet and back to the room. 'How is big sister Rudi covering my footprints?', he wondered, as he went back over the list. *These are the targets. Client wants it to look like someone else did it.* The message ended with the words Blood Money.

Rudi scanned the list of targets, and came across very familiar name. He slowly made his way back over to his sister, who has somehow slid of the mans stomach, and was now laying upside down, legs open, with a dumb look on her sleeping face.

Rudi giggled as he took a picture of her. "He look so dumb." He said, as bend down to shake her awake.

"Sis. Sis." He nudged her harder, as her eyes slowly opened and focused on him.

"Five more minutes. My hips hurts." She said, as she slowly straighten her body, and stretched.

"We have a job." Rudi said, as pulled out the mans wallet and looked at the ID. Josev Ikanik, the ID read. The tenth name on his list. Small level pro Tyria supporter. "Look." Rudi said, as he showed his sister the list, and the ID.

She smacked her lips, as she took a bit from the chocolate bar, and focused on the list. "Ahh. Really." She said, pointing her toy at the man. "But he was super nice and genital. Plus his belly is super soft." She said, as she also started to look for something to wore.

"Was he?" Rudi said, as he remembered the night. "Maybe." He said, as he unzipped the small bag he had. "Big brother Tomasz said we can't let our..." he thought for a second. "Weird... carnal urges, get in the way."

"Caramel?" Sofie said, as she pulled out a large blade from the bag.

"No. Carnal. Like the place with the rides." He also looked over a knife. "I don't know. Big Brother is weird. But fun to play with." He eyed the man still on the bed. Work was work.


Half an hour later, the twins washed each other in the shower. Giggling as they took turns cleaning each other. Afterwards, they dressed in simple matching black dresses, as Rudi put his long wig back on. They collected their bags, and hand in hand walked out of the large room and made their way down a flight of stairs, exiting the hotel and moving on to their next location.

Hours later the Kassau news would run a story about the body of big time donor, Josev Ikanik, know for supporting the campaign Pjavel Sjénik, and many others from the Parti d'Interežen Jelenika. The shows scenes of the crime scene, glass on the floor, Josev's body, throat cut, and in the words Tyria scum, carved into this chest, in Žeknijan Krežnoski, with "Tyria scum." also written on the walls. The murder is being blamed on an XLA hit hit team, as reports of another Parti d'Interežen Jelenika supporter, being killed from a sniper round to the head, is also brought up into the headlines.


"Cafe Kassau"

A woman, who skin tone could be best described as Dusky Dravidian, sat at her table, sipping on a cup of Phoenxia blend. She had been in the Country for a few days, working as an IT tech for some JVP IT company. This was her cover of course, as she she spend most of her time, scrubbing any footage of the Twins. She tracked their every movement, and slept only when they slept. Then she would follow them from camera to camera, editing them out, or re-looping footage. To the world, these two were never in Phoenxia, but to her, she seen everything they did.

"Don't worry little ones. Big sister Renata is watching over you." She said, as she moved some of her brown hair out of the way, as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Eteria Zeperi Dealership"

A group of three looked over a few cars, as a man followed them around pointing out some cars.

"This is the Eteria model S320. Luxury car. Matter of fact, the Princess Etschelena Heliana Mausen drives a black model." He rubbed his hands together, as one of the trio, got in and sat in the seat. "Oh, this is nice." He said, as he looked around the car. He said something Korean, and laughed to himself.

"We are also in the market for an SUV that can fit six. What do you got?" Asked another member of the Trio, a man with Light brown skin, and his long black hair in braids.

Oh. Um, Mister Tomasz right." The dealer said, as he looked around the lot. "We have a wide selection of Zeperi SUVS. The newest model, the Zeperi Frontier, can seat a family of eight, plus the dog." The Man said, rubbing his hands together.

"Perfect, I'll take one in black." He looked to his Dae, a man a few shades darker then him, but with these small red dreads. "You like that?" He asked.

"Oh yeah baby. This shit feels right. I'll have all the Phoenixan bitches sucking my dick in this shit." He looked to the Dealer. I'll take this in Grey, if you don't mind.

"Listen to you. Thinking you'll get any over here." Came a feminine voice, from the seat next to him. " She looked at the dealer, with her clear grey eyes, which glowed with a blue tint. "I'll take one in black, if you please." She said, as she ran her hand up Dae's leg and took a tight hold of his package. "He'll also take his in black." She said, as she laid a kiss on Dae's cheek.

"AAA.. Yes. Black please... AAA Jin, please let go. I need those." He whimpered.

"Enough you two." Tomasz said, as he returned his attention to the dealer, who now seemed like he was going to have a heart attack.

"Three?" He said, dabbing at the sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yes. Three." Tomasz Said, as he pulled out a black card. "We'll pay full price also, if you don't mind." Tomasz moved quick to catch the man as he fainted.

"Damn bruh. You would think he has never sold a car before." Dae said as looked at the man in Tomasz arms.

The Nation was in shock with the news of this mysterious murder. There were no clear suspects, and they seemed to have covered their trail fairly well.

Detective Engelmann arrived on the scene, to the bloody mess of a hotel room. There were 36 individual stab wounds in the body, and his eyes were gouged out. There were Krežnoski runes on the wall, nothing he hasn't seen at the murder scene of a Jeleni before, but never has it been in a hotel room. "Atserna hooker murder?" He was referring to the killings of Phoenixian soldiers in the first war by Žeknijan prostitutes.

"No, this was definitely pre-meditated. His wallet was found on the floor. No cash missing, but his ID was." Sergeant Vilanov was writing in his notepad.

"If his ID was missing, then this is maybe a hit, or an otherwise organized killing. I'll be damned." Group planned killings of political lobbyists weren't uncommon, but this was definitely done by professionals; they would have had a lead by now otherwise.

[The JVP]

The People's Café

The People's Café, was a local bar, know for being the hang out of an Anti-Monarchy group called the The Sons of Democracy. Tonight they would holding a large group of them were having a secret meeting.

"Look Erik. Those blue bloods are running this nation dry, plus with those out of region Nobles sniffing around, has lit a spark under those pro Monarchy traitors to the people" Screamed a young Phoenixan, as he waved a dagger around.

"Young Jans is right. Erik, we need to snuff out these nobles, before they regain power. Hell. The XLA is out there killing our backers, and in broad daylight." The large group of men started to ramble over each other, as they yelled for the blood of the nobles, and the end to their line.

Erik, a large build man, sat in his seat, as people yelled over him. He raised his hand, and commanding all the respect for someone of his station, quickly hushed the room.

"Never forget the blood we lost in the name of these blue bloods. But we need to be critical about what is happening. Everyday those Aelian scum make the people think life will be better under the crown again. This is only the fox in the sheeps wool. No. Young Jans is..." He was cut off by the front door opening and then closing. "Damn it Kiër, I thought you locked the door." Erik said, as he reached for his gun and moved to the front of the bar.

"He. Bars closed for a private..." Erik stopped as he looked at what he could only guess were two twin girls. They bother wore all black outfits. One in a dress, like some kind of doll, and the other in a pair of very small shorts. The one in the dress carried a very large item wrapped in a piece of cloth, and the one in shorts hand on a long coat.

"Ummm." Erik began, as he let go of the handle of the pistol he had stored in his small of his back. "Hey kids. Bar is close. If you need to use the washroom, there is a store next store..." he was cut off by the Twin in shorts.

"Hey. Mister. Do you want to play with me and my sister?" Rudi said as he moved closer to Erik.

Erik narrowed his eyes. This one was a male, that he could now tell. "Ummm. Sorry." He said, as he watched the reach reach behind his back. Years in the military had sharped his senses, and fighting in Xekniya, had lead him to never trust anyone slowly reaching behind him.

Erik quickly pulled his gun and pointed it at the Rudi, but was to late, as Rudi had pulled his weapon and had already swung. Cleaving Erik's gun hand from his arm. "So you do want to play mister." Rudi said, as he swung his weapon down again, cutting off Erik's lower jaw, leaving him gurgling instead of screaming.

"Brother Erik." Came the voice of one of the mean from the back. "We heard..." The man looked down at Erik, now laying face down in a pool of his own blood. "BROTHER ERIK." He yelled, as he rushed Rudi, only to have the edge of a knife glade cleaning across his throat. He was dead before he hit the ground.

His yells had alerted the others in the back, and the twins heard the sound of guns being loaded.

"Sister. I think they want to play with you." He said, as he watched his sister unwrapped the MG 338, she was carrying, charged it, brought it down to the wall that separated the main bar from the back room, and fired. 7.62 Tyrian made rounds ripped through the wall, and into the large group of men in the back, all the well Sofie laughed and giggled as she squeezed the trigger. Letting go every so often so as not to over heat the barrel.

"Brother, do you thing they are done playing?" She asked at point, right before some poor fool rushed out of the back, knife in hand. He was quickly killed by Rudi, as he swung his weapons, slicing the man from shoulder to stomach. Spraying both him and his sister with blood.

Rudi licked the blood off the blade of his weapon, remarking on the taste. "To bitter." He said, as he heard more moving in the back, and motioned for his sister to keep firing.

After a few more sprays, he waved for her to stop, and moved to the back, weapon at the ready. There had to be at least 50 men in the men, and they all laid dead or were dying. Some twisted on the floor as the 7.62 had made a complete mess of their bodies. Those that clung to life, did so weakly.

"Oh dear Sister. You left so many for me to play with." Rudi said, as he went to work, hacking and slashing and anyone still left alive.

ten Minutes later, and covered in Blood. Rudi walked out from the back room and looked at his sister. who had already re-wrapped her weapon, and had painted on the wall, something in Tyrian. Something about the people being weak.

"You did good work brother." She said, as she walked over to him. Laying a blood kiss onto this lips.

"As did you." He replied, taking her hands into his. "Lets go get some ice Cream."

"OH. I want Peach." Sofie said. "But." She looked at her Brother. "Remember Big Brother Tomasz said we can't eat sweets cover in blood anymore."

Rudi's eyes widen. "But it tastes so much more better with the blood."

"I know." She replied. "But Big brother said to be on our Q's and P's"

"P's and Q's silly."

"Yes, those. P's and Q's. He said he would buy us lots of snacks, and pet our heads if he did a good job." She smiled. "He may even play with us at night."

Rudi's eyes grow even wider. "Big Brother said all that." He watched as his sister nodded. "Then lets go change."

The two had only left the bar ten minutes before the police showed up. The News would report on the matter the next morning.

[Phoenxia]

The Erikssen, Phoenixa

Rudi was the first to wake up, and he wiggled his way from under the large arm of the man... Josev something or another. He never really caught the mans full name, but it not matter. He was needed for one thing, and one thing only, and he filled that role.

Rudi looked around on the floor for some to wrap around his waist, remembering how the man had pretty much ripped his underwear off of him when they go into the room. It was not the first Rudi had done this, nor was it the first time a man mistook him for a girl. But Sofi always knew the right words, and he knew the right touches.

"Sofie." He said softly, as he wrapped a thrown bed sheet around himself, again looking around, only to find her thin naked frame, lay on top of the man. Curled up into a ball. In one hand she had a chocolate bar, in the other she held her favorite toy. Rudi huffed, as he remembered the nights events.

We walked out of the large room that was the suite for this pent house, the man had booked, and went over to his bag. He pulled out his phone and looked at the message on it.

*You sicko twins.* The Message started. *Below is a list of targets. Client wants it messy. A message is to be sent. Renata is covering your tracks.* Rudi looked down to his feet and back to the room. 'How is big sister Rudi covering my footprints?', he wondered, as he went back over the list. *These are the targets. Client wants it to look like someone else did it.* The message ended with the words Blood Money.

Rudi scanned the list of targets, and came across very familiar name. He slowly made his way back over to his sister, who has somehow slid of the mans stomach, and was now laying upside down, legs open, with a dumb look on her sleeping face.

Rudi giggled as he took a picture of her. "He look so dumb." He said, as bend down to shake her awake.

"Sis. Sis." He nudged her harder, as her eyes slowly opened and focused on him.

"Five more minutes. My hips hurts." She said, as she slowly straighten her body, and stretched.

"We have a job." Rudi said, as pulled out the mans wallet and looked at the ID. Josev Ikanik, the ID read. The tenth name on his list. Small level pro Tyria supporter. "Look." Rudi said, as he showed his sister the list, and the ID.

She smacked her lips, as she took a bit from the chocolate bar, and focused on the list. "Ahh. Really." She said, pointing her toy at the man. "But he was super nice and genital. Plus his belly is super soft." She said, as she also started to look for something to wore.

"Was he?" Rudi said, as he remembered the night. "Maybe." He said, as he unzipped the small bag he had. "Big brother Tomasz said we can't let our..." he thought for a second. "Weird... carnal urges, get in the way."

"Caramel?" Sofie said, as she pulled out a large blade from the bag.

"No. Carnal. Like the place with the rides." He also looked over a knife. "I don't know. Big Brother is weird. But fun to play with." He eyed the man still on the bed. Work was work.


Half an hour later, the twins washed each other in the shower. Giggling as they took turns cleaning each other. Afterwards, they dressed in simple matching black dresses, as Rudi put his long wig back on. They collected their bags, and hand in hand walked out of the large room and made their way down a flight of stairs, exiting the hotel and moving on to their next location.

Hours later the Kassau news would run a story about the body of big time donor, Josev Ikanik, know for supporting the campaign Pjavel Sjénik, and many others from the Parti d'Interežen Jelenika. The shows scenes of the crime scene, glass on the floor, Josev's body, throat cut, and in the words Tyria scum, carved into this chest, in Žeknijan Krežnoski, with "Tyria scum." also written on the walls. The murder is being blamed on an XLA hit hit team, as reports of another Parti d'Interežen Jelenika supporter, being killed from a sniper round to the head, is also brought up into the headlines.


"Cafe Kassau"

A woman, who skin tone could be best described as Dusky Dravidian, sat at her table, sipping on a cup of Phoenxia blend. She had been in the Country for a few days, working as an IT tech for some JVP IT company. This was her cover of course, as she she spend most of her time, scrubbing any footage of the Twins. She tracked their every movement, and slept only when they slept. Then she would follow them from camera to camera, editing them out, or re-looping footage. To the world, these two were never in Phoenxia, but to her, she seen everything they did.

"Don't worry little ones. Big sister Renata is watching over you." She said, as she moved some of her brown hair out of the way, as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Eteria Zeperi Dealership"

A group of three looked over a few cars, as a man followed them around pointing out some cars.

"This is the Eteria model S320. Luxury car. Matter of fact, the Princess Etschelena Heliana Mausen drives a black model." He rubbed his hands together, as one of the trio, got in and sat in the seat. "Oh, this is nice." He said, as he looked around the car. He said something Korean, and laughed to himself.

"We are also in the market for an SUV that can fit six. What do you got?" Asked another member of the Trio, a man with Light brown skin, and his long black hair in braids.

Oh. Um, Mister Tomasz right." The dealer said, as he looked around the lot. "We have a wide selection of Zeperi SUVS. The newest model, the Zeperi Frontier, can seat a family of eight, plus the dog." The Man said, rubbing his hands together.

"Perfect, I'll take one in black." He looked to his Dae, a man a few shades darker then him, but with these small red dreads. "You like that?" He asked.

"Oh yeah baby. This shit feels right. I'll have all the Phoenixan bitches sucking my dick in this shit." He looked to the Dealer. I'll take this in Grey, if you don't mind.

"Listen to you. Thinking you'll get any over here." Came a feminine voice, from the seat next to him. " She looked at the dealer, with her clear grey eyes, which glowed with a blue tint. "I'll take one in black, if you please." She said, as she ran her hand up Dae's leg and took a tight hold of his package. "He'll also take his in black." She said, as she laid a kiss on Dae's cheek.

"AAA.. Yes. Black please... AAA Jin, please let go. I need those." He whimpered.

"Enough you two." Tomasz said, as he returned his attention to the dealer, who now seemed like he was going to have a heart attack.

"Three?" He said, dabbing at the sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yes. Three." Tomasz Said, as he pulled out a black card. "We'll pay full price also, if you don't mind." Tomasz moved quick to catch the man as he fainted.

"Damn bruh. You would think he has never sold a car before." Dae said as looked at the man in Tomasz arms.

The People's Café

The People's Café, was a local bar, know for being the hang out of an Anti-Monarchy group called the The Sons of Democracy. Tonight they would holding a large group of them were having a secret meeting.

"Look Erik. Those blue bloods are running this nation dry, plus with those out of region Nobles sniffing around, has lit a spark under those pro Monarchy traitors to the people" Screamed a young Phoenixan, as he waved a dagger around.

"Young Jans is right. Erik, we need to snuff out these nobles, before they regain power. Hell. The XLA is out there killing our backers, and in broad daylight." The large group of men started to ramble over each other, as they yelled for the blood of the nobles, and the end to their line.

Erik, a large build man, sat in his seat, as people yelled over him. He raised his hand, and commanding all the respect for someone of his station, quickly hushed the room.

"Never forget the blood we lost in the name of these blue bloods. But we need to be critical about what is happening. Everyday those Aelian scum make the people think life will be better under the crown again. This is only the fox in the sheeps wool. No. Young Jans is..." He was cut off by the front door opening and then closing. "Damn it Kiër, I thought you locked the door." Erik said, as he reached for his gun and moved to the front of the bar.

"He. Bars closed for a private..." Erik stopped as he looked at what he could only guess were two twin girls. They bother wore all black outfits. One in a dress, like some kind of doll, and the other in a pair of very small shorts. The one in the dress carried a very large item wrapped in a piece of cloth, and the one in shorts hand on a long coat.

"Ummm." Erik began, as he let go of the handle of the pistol he had stored in his small of his back. "Hey kids. Bar is close. If you need to use the washroom, there is a store next store..." he was cut off by the Twin in shorts.

"Hey. Mister. Do you want to play with me and my sister?" Rudi said as he moved closer to Erik.

Erik narrowed his eyes. This one was a male, that he could now tell. "Ummm. Sorry." He said, as he watched the reach reach behind his back. Years in the military had sharped his senses, and fighting in Xekniya, had lead him to never trust anyone slowly reaching behind him.

Erik quickly pulled his gun and pointed it at the Rudi, but was to late, as Rudi had pulled his weapon and had already swung. Cleaving Erik's gun hand from his arm. "So you do want to play mister." Rudi said, as he swung his weapon down again, cutting off Erik's lower jaw, leaving him gurgling instead of screaming.

"Brother Erik." Came the voice of one of the mean from the back. "We heard..." The man looked down at Erik, now laying face down in a pool of his own blood. "BROTHER ERIK." He yelled, as he rushed Rudi, only to have the edge of a knife glade cleaning across his throat. He was dead before he hit the ground.

His yells had alerted the others in the back, and the twins heard the sound of guns being loaded.

"Sister. I think they want to play with you." He said, as he watched his sister unwrapped the MG 338, she was carrying, charged it, brought it down to the wall that separated the main bar from the back room, and fired. 7.62 Tyrian made rounds ripped through the wall, and into the large group of men in the back, all the well Sofie laughed and giggled as she squeezed the trigger. Letting go every so often so as not to over heat the barrel.

"Brother, do you thing they are done playing?" She asked at point, right before some poor fool rushed out of the back, knife in hand. He was quickly killed by Rudi, as he swung his weapons, slicing the man from shoulder to stomach. Spraying both him and his sister with blood.

Rudi licked the blood off the blade of his weapon, remarking on the taste. "To bitter." He said, as he heard more moving in the back, and motioned for his sister to keep firing.

After a few more sprays, he waved for her to stop, and moved to the back, weapon at the ready. There had to be at least 50 men in the men, and they all laid dead or were dying. Some twisted on the floor as the 7.62 had made a complete mess of their bodies. Those that clung to life, did so weakly.

"Oh dear Sister. You left so many for me to play with." Rudi said, as he went to work, hacking and slashing and anyone still left alive.

ten Minutes later, and covered in Blood. Rudi walked out from the back room and looked at his sister. who had already re-wrapped her weapon, and had painted on the wall, something in Tyrian. Something about the people being weak.

"You did good work brother." She said, as she walked over to him. Laying a blood kiss onto this lips.

"As did you." He replied, taking her hands into his. "Lets go get some ice Cream."

"OH. I want Peach." Sofie said. "But." She looked at her Brother. "Remember Big Brother Tomasz said we can't eat sweets cover in blood anymore."

Rudi's eyes widen. "But it tastes so much more better with the blood."

"I know." She replied. "But Big brother said to be on our Q's and P's"

"P's and Q's silly."

"Yes, those. P's and Q's. He said he would buy us lots of snacks, and pet our heads if he did a good job." She smiled. "He may even play with us at night."

Rudi's eyes grow even wider. "Big Brother said all that." He watched as his sister nodded. "Then lets go change."

The two had only left the bar ten minutes before the police showed up. The News would report on the matter the next morning.

Ivano's Famous Family Restaurant, Kassau
Office of Viktor Allansid, Godfather of the Allansid crime family

"Vik, look at the news. This shit is big. I think there are more gangs in town than just us now," Jani looked like he went through hell and back as he poked in the doorway.

"Jani, come on in, take a seat. Back up a bit now, what the fuck is going on out there?" Viktor lit up a hand rolled cigarette as he looked at his young underboss.

"First thing. A bar was shot up down town. Looks like they were carrying some heavy shit. The place looked like downtown Schûta on a bad day." He was twiddling his thumbs as he frantically continued, "And, well, we haven't put out any hits that merciless on anyone since that prosecutor put your papa in prison back in '82."

"What is your fuckin' point, Jani?" Viktor raised his voice, "I'm running a legitimate business here right now, and I have shit to do, so cut to the chase."

"With all this aelian shit going on, I think their mob is trying to take our place. You know Evjal, from the Tideske boys? He told me that there was some really high fuckin' rollers who didn't look like they were from around here who bought three big ass SUV's in one purchase. Tell me that isn't some gangster shit."

[Uribill]

The Kingdom of Uribill is known for many things: royalty, white wine, potch accents. But one thing it is not widely known for is its foreign intelligence capabilities. That is because of two things. First of all, Uribill’s foreign intelligence agency the Royal Institution of Foreign Intelligence doesn’t operate a lot outside of Paren, but also because they know how to lay low and not attract unneeded attention.

The RIFI has a very specific duty, that is to ensure the security and stability of regional monarchies, especially the Uribillian and Phoenixian monarchies, by listing targets and groups of interest that might be a cause of concern and gathering as much intelligence about them as humanly possible - and in any means necessary.

Two such “Groups of Interest” are pro-Tyrian politicians and the patrons at the “People’s Bar”, a known gathering place for anti-monarchist Phoenixians. And when two of these groups of interest are being targeted by unknown professional hitmen, it raises the RIFI’s alarm bells.

Several RIFI sleeper agents stationed in Phoenixia were awakened by a new set of orders, coming right from the commanding directorate in Uribill. They must get involved in pro-Tyrian politics and anti-monarchist groups and try to become the next target.

[The Kingdom of Rhamos]

Kassau, Phoenixia

The nondescript Phoenixia Cafe had a sort of rustic charm to it that any Rhamosian would find rather quaint. Its rather old world feel mixed with the air of mediocrity and dissatisfaction with the daily grind of life gave it a rather calming atmosphere.

At least, that is how Duke Red perceived it anyways. Any other person might have remarked on it as depressing and possibly, greasy. But the Duke was a man of peculiarities and today was no different for him.

Watching the morning news, he sipped deeply from his coffee with a satisfying "Ah" while watching the report of the latest killings. Across from him sat his personal assistant, a women of a once very prominent and rising actimg career in Rhamos before being laid low by a bomb in Theia. Her prosthetic arm, burn marks and eye patch all on her left side marring her once beautiful complexion.

He turned his attention from the television screen to the womenbefore he finally addressed her.

"It seems some evil ne'er-do-wells have found their way in to poor Phoenixias midst." The comment had a sense of half hearted pity in it that was only belied by the oddly jovial predatory expression on his face.

His assistant for her part barely raised her eyes from the book she was reading in response. "Did the situation really necessitate such and disportionate response? Those two monsters will no doubt make a garish nightmare before they are done."

Regardless if she was actually looking at him or the book, the Duke raised his hands slightly in mock hurt at the statement. "Why my dear Adilaide, such pointed words wound me. I merely outsouced our open positions to two highly talented and capable candidates. Surely you can understand the need for such delicate handlings in an otherwise brutish nation such as Phoenixia don't you?"

Adelaide licked the tip of her finger before using to turn another page of her book content not to give the duke the satisfaction of falling into his verbal game. Instead thinking carefully before she responded she finally quipped. "I do, but I don't see the need for those two."

The Duke waved of the question as he took another sip of his coffee. "You know, the best part of traveling is being able to sample the local delicacies of each country we visit. It is always very telling of a country's people by how they prefer their coffee."

He motioned to his own cup in front of him. "Take my own for example; it taste bitter and unrefined and yet, there as simple notes of exquisite quality hidden beneath its surface in a refreshing after taste." He punctuated this be taking another satisfying sip. "When taken all together, one understands that with a little work it could truly be something worthy of even the highest of noble taste."

[The Kingdom of Rhamos]

Kassau, Phoenixia

The nondescript Phoenixia Cafe had a sort of rustic charm to it that any Rhamosian would find rather quaint. Its rather old world feel mixed with the air of mediocrity and dissatisfaction with the daily grind of life gave it a rather calming atmosphere.

At least, that is how Duke Red perceived it anyways. Any other person might have remarked on it as depressing and possibly, greasy. But the Duke was a man of peculiarities and today was no different for him.

Watching the morning news, he sipped deeply from his coffee with a satisfying "Ah" while watching the report of the latest killings. Across from him sat his personal assistant, a women of a once very prominent and rising acting career in Rhamos before being laid low by a bomb in Theia. Her prosthetic arm, burn marks and eye patch all on her left side marring her once beautiful complexion.

He turned his attention from the television screen to the women before him finally addressing her.

"It seems some evil ne'er-do-wells have found their way in to poor Phoenixias midst." The comment had a sense of half hearted pity in it that was only belied by the oddly jovial predatory expression on his face.

His assistant for her part barely raised her eyes from the book she was reading in response. "Did the situation really necessitate such and disportionate response? Those two monsters will no doubt make a garish nightmare before they are done."

Regardless if she was actually looking at him or the book, the Duke raised his hands slightly in mock hurt at the statement. "Why my dear Adilaide, such pointed words wound me. I merely outsouced our open positions to two highly talented and capable candidates. Surely you can understand the need for such delicate handlings in an otherwise brutish nation such as Phoenixia don't you?"

Adelaide licked the tip of her finger before using to turn another page of her book content not to give the duke the satisfaction of falling into his verbal game. Instead thinking carefully before she responded she finally quipped. "I do, but I don't see the need for those two."

The Duke waved of the question as he took another sip of his coffee. "You know, the best part of traveling is being able to sample the local delicacies of each country we visit. It is always very telling of a country's people by how they prefer their coffee."

He motioned to his own cup in front of him. "Take my own for example; it taste bitter and unrefined and yet, there as simple notes of exquisite quality hidden beneath its surface in a refreshing after taste." He punctuated this be taking another satisfying sip. "When taken all together, one understands that with a little work it could truly be something worthy of even the highest of noble taste."

[The JVP]

Border of Phoenixia and Tyria.

A small outpost sat on the Phoenixia side of the border. It was small, and only housed three soldiers, or should have, if the army had staffed it properly. This is what Peter thought as he took a long puff from his pipe, and looked at the dark Tyria lands beyond.

The detail was easy enough, he would sit in the shake for a 24 hrs, and then rotate back so some other shitty detail, simple. He figured. He had been on this detail for a few months, and nothing really happened, so he kicked his feet up and opened the paper.

"Tryian scum. I knew they had their hands deep in the pockets of those Parti d'Interežen Jelenika scumbags. Seems the people are finally going after them." Peter scoffed, as he took a few more puffs. He was a Kings man, and voted Ünetsche. They restore the Monarchy.

At that time, a buzzing began to feel the room. "Damn it. Dogs again." He said, as he grabbed his rifle and went to check the area.

Sergent Peter's body was found the next day, a

1st Lieutenant Jisan Kožka, remarked on how Peter's was close to his end of service, and was looking forward to be home with is wife and child. He strongly condemned the Pro Tyria Movement, but fail short of calling for and outright purge of their membership.

Across the country at the estate of the late Josev Ikanik, a gruesome crime scene was unfolding. His widow, and their five children were all found dead. lined up and gunned down. A letter left stating that the killing was done by a remnant of Sons of Democracy group. Who blamed the shooting up of their hangout, as being the work of a Pro-Tyria group that supported the Monarchy but under Tyria rule.

An investigation of the house, did find large stacks of Tyrian currency, along with documents outlining how the money was to be used, in support various Parti d'Interežen Jelenika candidates, with a large sum being ear marked for the next election cycle. Notes detailed enemy groups of interest, such as the SoD, and Nobles that were to be eliminated.

The media had a field day with this information, and it was covered on all the major news networks, as more notes and journals came forward. The news of course, skipped over the death of CEO Erik Edelmann of Banke de Vietschen, he company now under the leadership of a JVP firm, or how The Lanžov Group, was bought out by JVP hotel Group, Hotel Pengu, and how Markus Janssen was killed after records showed that he was underpaying his employees, and how he invested heavily into the elections of Parti d'Interežen Jelenika candidates. His murder is being linked to a female employee, who after years of being sexually assaulted, pushed him out of the window of his skyscraper office, and he fall to his death.

support and calls for the removal of Parti d'Interežen Jelenika candidates, caught in the scandal, have been widespread, as a young street artist, as been spray painting a call for a return of the Monarchy, and Forum boards are being flooded with Glory to the Phoenixia crown, Glory to Artur Friedek Mausen King of the Phoenixians.


Apartment in downtown Kassau

Renata slammed her pinky intothe enter key, as a new post on the popular Phoenixia forum boards went up. It was in support of the Monarchy, and how the youth votes needs to back Ünetsche and mainly Jans Malekski, who has called for level heads as the government investigates these claims.

She mused to herself, as she stroked the white hair on the twin laying on her left leg, and then the one on her right. "You two must be so alone working out there by yourselves." She rubbed Sofie cheek, which had a bit of Chocolate on it. "Messy eaters." She purred, as she laid back in her bed, the twins shifting to lay next to her. "Alright. Lets get some sleep. Tomorrow is another big day." She pulled the covers over them, as the twins both cuddled closer to her, wrapping their arms around her waist, and burying their faces into her stomach and back.


Across the city.

A black SUV pulled up to a warehouse, and three people got out. They all wore all black, and made their way throw the warehouse, till they spotted their target. A large Phoenixia cargo ship. It was full of random goods and what not, and was set to depart in the morning. Security was relaxed and the three had an easy time getting onto the ship.

Once on, one of the trio, pulled out a wad of what looked like plastic. He model it into a shape and placed it on a set of containers.

"You sure I can't blow up the whole ship?" Said the person modeling the plastic.

"Do it and i'll rip them off." came the voice of another.

"Touchy." Replied the first voice.

"Shut up." Came the voice of the last man. "Just do as you are told. You'll get a chance to blow up something bigger later.

The trio went quiet, and only spoke as they moved away.

Once back in the car, the man that modeled the plastic, pulled out a small device, and pushed a few buttons. A Large explosion rocked the ship, as contains flow into the waters below.

"HOT DAMN." Said the person, as he throw the device out the window, making sure it fall in an an area it could be easily found. As the guy driving, make sure to leave a trail of skid marks in the area as they pulled off.

The next money as police teams scan the area, the device is found, finger prints link it to a known member of the Pro-Tyria anarchy group, Sea Front.

After these latest rounds of attacks, calls for aid to help in taking down these terror groups, have been called for on many online outlets, along with the protection of the royal family.

JVP Companies in the Area, have called on JVP Knights to be deployed to Phoenixia, along with forces from Rhamos. the call comes not to protect JVP and Rhamos workers in the area, but to protect all their workers, as it seems some groups don't want the Phoenixian people to live a better life, and only want to keep them under the thumb of corrupt CEO's and Political figures.

Down with Parti d'Interežen Jelenika, has become a common saying among the youth, and now their parents are starting to pick up on it.

[Phoenxia]

Royal Marine Guard Garrison, Kassau

Alan had just gotten off rotation, the war was over, but his service wasn't. At the same time, some funky shit was going down around the country; random acts of terror and violence, all at once. High Queen Vivi of the Joeson Vedoric Protectorate was supposed to be visiting the palace as well, security was tighter than a virgin asshole.

All hell broke loose when her all female security detail was stationed into a garrison of marines who hadn't seen a single woman in six months. Alan was just reading a comic when he heard ruckus coming from the entrance, his platoon mates were whooping on the valkyries. They were making lewd gestures and being generally rowdy. Alan put down his book because he wasn't gonna miss out on this. The closest thing he had to a woman for the past six months was his hand.

Alan blocked one's path, and in his smoothest fuckboi tone he said, "Hey girl, wanna go on rec with me this weekend?" She obviously didn't know what he was saying, she gave him a look of disgust and nut tapped him out of the way. He clutched his crotch and fell back onto his bunk. The end of the war wasn't nearly as defeating as this.

[Treko]

Radosław Kozlik
ТВСД Group- Olga
Kassau, Phoenxia, Trekkish Embassy

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I pulled my plate carrier over my head and strapped it tightly to my chest before grabbing a nearby assault rifle that hung on the van's wall horizontally. I rocked a mag into the magwell then placed the assault rifle against the back of the driver's seat before looking to the back of the van where I saw Malak, Kogut, and Wasco talking among each other, “Malak, what’s the situation on the ambassador’s children?”

Malak quickly pulled himself away from the conversation and began looking earnestly at the laptop that sat before him in his lap. Different shades of light flickered across Malak’s face before a green tint covered his face, “Kozlik, the ambassador’s children are heading out in 5 minutes on the normal route. Our plan is still good to go,”

“Good. Start gearing up and prepare yourselves. As soon as that car leaves the embassy, Balla,” I said as I smacked Ball on the shoulder, “Will begin to tail the car at a distance. When we get halfway through the scheduled route we will begin the plan. Everyone knows their parts?”

All four of my team members gave a quick nod before beginning to gear up in the van. I held my view on my squad for a moment before switching back to looking at the embassy. It was a rather old colonial mansion that had been renovated for the modern age. The wall that encompassed had the same colonial style as the embassy yet it was covered in security cameras and a pair of uniformed guards at the gate. In my effort to take in the beauty of the colonial estate I took notice of the target leaving and gave my driver the go ahead. As the van slowly lurched forward I grabbed my assault rifle that leaned against the back of the driver's seat and walked back to the rear of the van whilst stabilizing myself by pushing my hand against the roof of the van.

“Look alive, we’re reaching the interception point,” Shouted Balla, his face never turning from the road.

“You heard, Balla. Mask on,” I ordered as I pulled a balaclava down over my face before racking the charging handle, “Be quick, be smart, be lethal,”

Balla quickly pulled up to the side of the embassy car and Wasco pulled the side sliding door open for the team. After the sliding door opened, Kogut and Malak let out a devastating burst into the passenger side window of the embassy car. The driver and passenger went limp as the burst tore into them spreading the insides of their head all over the interior. Muffled shrieking could be heard from within the vehicle which cued Wasco to smash the rear side passenger window open. As Wasco peered into the car the back of his head blew out and he dropped dead where he stood. The balaclava was the only thing that was holding his head together. I quickly shouldered my rifle and fired a burst into the passenger window. As I cautiously approached I heard the whimpering of a child. I did not lower my rifle as I peered into the car. A lone bodyguard sat in the middle seat. His head rested on his shoulder and his eyes were blank as blood poured out of his mouth. I quickly looked around and found one of the children tucked in the space between the passenger seat and the rear seat. She sat with her knees up to her chest and hands on her head. Blood and glass covered the top of her head. Even her school uniform had specks of blood on it. Without hesitating I reached in and unlocked the car door from within before pulling the child out and handing her to Kogut who quickly carried her into the car.
“Where’s the second one? Where’s the boy,” Malak shouted as he covered my rear as I looked into the car once more. There...beneath the dead bodyguard I had eliminated was a lifeless child. Even in death his hands were covering his head as if seeking some form of protection from the assault. Sorrow washed over me as I backed away from the car and looked at Malak and shook my head before getting into the van.
“Balla, get us out of here,” I ordered as I closed the sliding door behind Malak after he entered the van.

[The Kingdom of Rhamos]

Kassau, Phoenixia

The droplets of rain splattered rhythmically along the destitute alleyway creating a serene mask of noise and smell over what would be a rather repugnant location.

A rather cliché location for spy work the Duke mused to himself. None the less the rain felt refreshing as he strode through it with his assistant in tow paying no mind to the mess of person splayed out on the ground next to him. He was here to make contact with an asset that had been rather had to track down since being let of the leash weeks ago.

The subject of his focus was a man in a blood splattered coat obviously the creator of the artistic display now adorning the walls of the alleyway.

The Duke stopped some feet away from the man and extended his hands outward in greeting. "Ah, Karl, mein freund, you are a hard man to track down anymore. Busy at work I see cleaning the streets of these rapscalions no less."

Karl paused with a look of shock on his face and looked over at the man behind the Duke. "Oh deary me it appears there is a murderer on the loose in this city!" His tone conveyed only the heaviest of faux concern for the scene. "Someone should call the police! Or maybe a coroner?" He finished his sentenced by flicking the blade he was cleaning to the side ridding it of excess viscera. "Kids these days I tell ya, it is exceedingly hard to replicate their crime scenes."

The Duke meerly shrugged the comment off "It matters not the manner in which they choose to carry out their nefarious task, I solicited them for the mess not the art." The Duked snapped his finger twice and his assistant stepped forth to hand over a burner smart phone to Karl. "What matters is their indignation towards our intent here."

Karl perked up an eyebrow while stowing his cutlery back in his coat. "Oh?! The kitties are not satisfied enough with what we are paying them? How reproachful. Perhaps this vacation has been to much freedom for them?" He held out a gloved hand while he spoke collecting the rain water in it before using it to slick his blonde hair back and wash some blood out in the process.

The Duke held up a resigned hand of thoughtless indifference. "That particular phone has the necessary files you will find relevant to their compatriots who have also turned up in Phoenixia."

Karl flicked through the screens with his thumb in reponse while eyeing the information pleasantly. "My oh my, what a motly assortment of ruffians. And what, exactly, do you plan to do about this, oh so noble Duke Red? I assume you have some particularly complicated plot that will eventually involve myself no?"

Clapping his hands together in a sudden outburst of excitement that seemed very out of character for the Duke he responded in a tone that was also markedly out of character for the man. "That is, as they say, a bingo." His eyes danced a predatory light behind them that made even Karl feel a little uncomfortable as he stared into them. "Mein freund, mein klein marionette, I require you to start targeting nondescript monarchist and others with ties to anti jvp sentiment."

Karl executed an elaborate and exaggerated bow while never taking his gaze of the Duke allowing him to see his crooked smile the entire time. "And what of yourself sir Duke?" The Duke however, merely turned abruptly and waved over his shoulder as he left with his assistant still obediently in tow.

"I'm off to sample some more of this fine country's coffee."

The series of killikgs that night was no different then those carried out over the past few days. They were all similar in method, execution, and gory intensity save for the fact that these had targeted anyone who had ever spoke out against the JVP influence growing in the region. In combination with the string of killings that occurred that night, a curious influx of cash was finding its way into the hands of key members of the Phoenixian underground. If one was able to observe the matter closely it could be assumed that perhaps a HUMINT network was being established by someone. But then again it wasn't just criminals, but regular individuals plying bars and other social spots with casual conversations and subtle questions.

[Uribill]

Royal Institution of Foreign Intelligence HQ, Uribill

Queen Eleniya looked at the intelligence report from the RIFI agents in Phoenixia, stating that they have successfully infiltrated the groups of interest but have not been targeted by assassins yet. Eleniya seemed disappointed by the report, and told the agent who gave her the report to call the agent overseeing the operation. The commanding agent rushed to see the queen, greeting her with a customary "your highness" and asking her what's wrong about the report.

"Well agent, my problem with this operation is that it wastes our time and manpower", she said. "Instead of trying to understand why our groups of interest are fighting each other, we should be focusing on how to ensure these fights don't escalate to a level that endangers the Phoenixian crown". Eleniya picked up a different intelligence report and opened it on a page with a computer scanned document. "Now this is important. In this file you have a list of potential targets, many of them are Phoenixian nobility. I order you to call off your agents from their current mission and reassign them to a new one: they should track down whoever is responsible for the hit that correlates with this document".

"And what do you want them to do when they find the culprit?" the agent asked. Eleniya grinned, "Do what you do best, and get rid of them efficiently."


Kassau, Phoenixia

The three agents assigned to infiltrate the anti-monarchist group "Sons of Democracy" received a new order from Uribill-Kesser: to investigate who could've been responsible for the hit on the Ikanik family. Meanwhile the five agents that were assigned to infiltrate key pro-Tyrian groups received the order to investigate whoever could've had a connection to Josef Ikanik, and would've helped him in carrying out hits.

The two groups of agents are now working day and night on finding leads to whoever would've carried out the hits on the nobles from the list, and find who has the potential to still carry them out after the deaths of the Ikaniks.

[Uribill]

After investigating the connections Ikanik had, and investigating what was left of the Sons of Liberty network of operatives and associates, the RIFI agents came up with a list of names of people who should be killed and people who should be captured and investigated.

For the following days the agents studied their targets: their hobbies, their behaviors, their homes, and especially their secrets. And now the grand execution can commence.


A dirty street in the late evening

Anatoli Valenski was a rich man, with many connections. His money came from his associates, notable members of the Phoenixian elite such as politicians and industrialists, but also from a “foreign investor” that has been helping one of his former associates in his political endeavors. That former associate was the late Josev Ikanik. What a poor chap, just getting killed off like that. At least he didn’t live long enough to see his kin getting massacred as well.

But at the moment Valenski wasn’t thinking of the tragic story of Josev Ikanik, because he was too focused on trying to find another whore to please him this evening. And then he came across quite an impressive woman, the thought that she was too pretty to be a whore crossed his mind. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t pass the opportunity to score such a pretty whore, so he stopped by and asked her how much she charged. “35 Phönixmark an hour,” she said in a Jelenik accent. Valenski felt like he hit the jackpot as he let the pretty whore into his car.

Valenski whistled a jolly song as he drove to a remote alleyway and opened his belt buckle. But instead of going down on him, the pretty whore slashed his throat with a knife she hid in her purse and proceeded to rob Valenski from any money he had on him and in his car.

She exited the car after making sure the man was dead and started walking away. She threw her faux-silk gloves in a trash bin and dialed up a call on her burn phone. “It has been done”, she said in Parenese.


A small rental apartment

By day, Josljin Petrov is a controversial yet respected politician. He is a somewhat prominent member of the Parti d'Interežen Jelenika, and as such is paid quite the generous bribe from Tyrian “investors” to represent their interests.

But by night, he goes to the small rental apartment that he owns without the knowledge of his family, where he takes a variety of drugs and sleeps with his mistress.

This evening his drug dealer was supposed to come by before his mistress to bring him cocaine so he can spice up the evening. But unbeknownst to him, that dealer was long dead, and in his place was put an RIFI agent.

The agent knocked on Petrov’s door, and when the latter opened it he was shot in the head before he could even say a word. The agent quickly exited the building and dialed up a number on his burn phone, saying “it has been done” before vanishing into the night.


A bar at closing hours

Misha Kitriy, a high ranking member of what was left of the Sons of Liberty, was drowning his sorrows in a local bar when a young man approached him. He recognized that young man as one of the new recruits to the Sons of Liberty. “Heyy, *hic*, how you doin?” Kitriy asked the young man drunkenly. The young man said that he had important matters to talk to him about, but that they must go outside first.

Kitriy, drunk and without his usual sense of alertness, took the young man’s lead and walked with him to outside of the bar, and into an alley. The young man covered Kitriy’s mouth with the palm of his hand and stabbed him repeatedly in the stomach. When the job was done he wrote “Child Murderer” on his forehead in Tyrian and walked away, dialing up a number on his burn phone and saying “it has been done”.


A public bathroom stall

A man was taking a leak in the stall, that man being Nikolaj Fridich, a hitman known to the RIFI to have had connections with the likes of Josev Ikanik and Anatoli Valenski. And while the man was taking his leak, two RIFI agents approached his stall and waited for him to exit.

At the moment he exited the stall one of the agents punched him in the stomach and grabbed him tight as the other agent administered an anesthetic to his neck. Fridich struggled with the two agents for a few moments before finally succumbing to the anesthetic, and falling into the agents’ arms.

The two agents quickly took him into a black van that parked right outside the bathrooms and drove off, attracting as little attention as they could.


Right outside of a brothel

A man was standing outside of the brothel and smoking a cigarette, the smoke getting colored in pink and red from the brothel’s neon signs. This man was Ören Kahenski, another hitman with a known connection to Ikanik, and he had just finished his business inside the brothel.

As he walked down the streets he counted the money he had left in his wallet, to see if maybe he could go grab a drink somewhere, but what he didn’t see were the two RIFI agents approaching him from two directions.

As a black van approached Kahenski, the two agents punched him in the face and stomach and grabbed him, throwing him into the van and climbing into it before it drove off.


A coffee shop in Kassau

Rjina Valekev and Josev Kovlenik were two hitmen who used to do jobs for the Sons of Liberty, but now they were just sitting at a coffee shop and trying to figure out their next move.

The two talked about the hit on the Ikanik family, more a massacre than a hit, and on who could’ve done it. They sure as hell wouldn’t kill children, at least not for their usual fee. When the two parted ways and each went in a different direction, they didn’t know that four RIFI agents were stalking them for the whole morning.

While Rjina was walking to her home, blissfully unaware of the situation, Josev took a wrong turn at a small and empty street and was quickly assaulted by two agents who administered him with an anesthetic and threw him in the back of a black van.

Rjina managed to walk all the way to her front door before the agents saw the opportunity to kidnap her, but her luck ended there. While she was twisting the keys to her apartment one of the agents made an unnecessarily loud step. Rjina quickly turned around and pulled out her firearm, shouting “Who the fuck is this?!”

The two agents looked at each other, nodded, and pulled out their firearms. One of the agents tried to take a peek over the corner but Rjina proceeded to shoot.

The two agents waited for Rjina to stop shooting, and then they took their turn. The popping sounds of truly silenced firearms filled the air as Rjina’s kneecaps got obliterated. Rjina started whimpering and screaming in pain, and tried to reach to her gun but was immediately shot in the wrist. The two agents decided it was too much of a hassle to take this bleeding, screaming woman with them, so they put her out of her misery with a shot to the head.

They pushed the body into the apartment and locked the door, taking the keys with them and hastily getting out before any of the neighbors gets there to see what was all the noise.

[Great Humania]

A casual neighborhood is having a BBQ, the veterans of the recently ended Phoenixian war on the Xekniyans has been dealt with an olive branch. The kids are happy, the mothers are crying in joy, instead of getting orders, the veterans are getting cold ones. However, in the cover of celebrations, 2 men received an order. Agent *CENSORED* meet Agent *CENSORED* while he was enjoying the food. Agent *CENSORED* offer him a cigarette, Agent *CENSORED*
Accepts the offer and was given a cigarette. He unrolled the cigarette.

Code: Select all

Directive Order #########

To *CENSORED*, *CENSORED*

When finish reading, burn evidence immediately.

By orders of the Ministry of Intelligence's, Directorate of Influence and Foreign Intervention, a lunar eclipse shall be seen by these individuals. When the lunar eclipse ends, light the flames of armageddon.

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-Kjel Fjordmann
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Agent *CENSORED* re-rolled the cigarette and started smoking the cigarette. The 2 agents spent the rest of the time at the BBQ and then went home. The 2 agents started to plan out on how to do this assassination and how to deliver the reaction that will “light the flames of Armageddon”. They decided to break into his home under the cover of the new moon. The Plan, kill the politician and kill the family, if there are any witnesses, give them a quick death. They’ll plant false evidence to link the assassination to the rival socialist party. They get their Welrods and started headed towards Kjel’s resident in the cover of the night.

[The JVP]

Northern Jelenia

Police responding to a crash on I-5 North. Two of the three occupants of the car were dead before police arrived on scene, cause of death being linked to the many bullet holes dotting their body. The Driver, a young man, only had a single round in his leg, and was able to relay what happened.

His retelling of events, states that a car had side swiped them, and he had pulled over so he could check the damage. He states as soon as she pulled over, a black van pulled up, the side door opened, and two men in masks opened fire on the car, before driving off. when asked where they were heading to, the driver stated that he was driving Gustev Schlakniy and Kjel Fjordmann, they were out for a late lunch.

Detectives, now aware that this case now involved the death of two Senate members, Kjel Fjordmann, a popular Ünetsche Member, and Gustev Schlakniy, a member of the Sozjaliste Party. Has raised this case to the national level.

Gustev, who had just raised a bill, that would hold form an investigating committee, that would look into all aid given to all political parties. Was said to be co-writing this bill with Kjel, and this seems to be why they were together today.

Shell casings at the scene have linked the weapon used to that of known Pro-Tyria groups, and a crackdown on groups linked to the PIJ, has begun nationwide, as fights between party supporters have been reported in many cities around Phoenixia.

Elsewhere

Online forums have now started to call for the heads of PIJ members, and that Sozjaliste and Ünetsche supports, need to unite to force PIJ candidates out of office or, as some have called for. To Cut the tall trees.

Also calls for reestablishing the Monarchy, have become a big topic in Phoenixia, as people have started to wear ribbons with the party colors on it, some with a crown, stating their support for the King. Stores have even begun to turn away PIJ supporters and members of the party.

Still around the nation, people wake up warm and happy, as they get ready for work. Skilled workers can now make an honest living, as the majority of the largest companies in the nations, have have their minimum wage, so as not to see brain drain, as most Phoenixian's have moved on to jobs that have been bought out or sold to JVP and Rhomas interest groups, who pay a higher wage. Other companies have also looked for outside investment, as greedy CEOs have been removed from power, or whole boards have been replaced.

Another boom in the Phoenixian market, has been the raising power of the Phoenixian Mark. Once valued at .35 USD to the P. Mark, is now close to .50 USD for a P. Mark and slowly looking to grow. As Eteria & Zeperi have seen a large jump in their profit margin, as out of region sales of the Luxury car's have now made way for their more worker and mid to lower class Zeperi models to hit the Out of Region mark.

[Serderistan]

Centrendistrikt of Kassau

Unbeknownst to Vadym Malenkov, his life was about to change forever. While life in Kassau had become more violent than usual, that didn't concern Vadym. As a top level staffer to Pjavel Sjénik, he was high enough in the PIJ that he had wealth and status in the party but at the same time, was obscure to a populace that was increasingly hostile to the PIJ. Coupled with the money he was making from the Tyrians, he figured he could fade into further obscurity and escape in the event the country caught on fire. Until then, it would be business as usual. Unfortunately for him, he was mistaken.

His drive back home was uneventful as usual. He was alone in his sedan, as he didn't rate a PSD despite the numerous targeted killings. It was fine by him. It helped him blend in further, especially since his car was a utilitarian sedan rather than some flashy luxury sports car to show off to the peasants. Things started going downhill for him as his car started to sputter and slow.

"What? How the-" Vadym said, "Goddamn it. Piece of shit car."

As he pulled over to the side of the road, he noticed the oil life alert on his dashboard. He stared in shock before gaining the resolve to go out and see what the hell had happened. As someone not mechanically inclined, he didn't notice the subtle acts of sabotage after he popped the hood. Nor did he realize that the fact that his phone could no longer dial out was more than just a stroke of bad luck.

As he sat sullenly next to his car, he attempted to flag down someone. While he assumed no one was crazy enough to stop for a stranger in the current wave of violence, he hoped against hope that there was at least one good samaritan. His hope was proven as a passenger van slowly approached him. He didn't notice the car behind it pull off and park a few meters behind him.

Once the van slowed to a stop, the side doors flew open, revealing that these were not good samaritans. Three men armed with short barreled M4 carbines rushed out to their prey. Before Vadym could react, the lead man thumped him in the face with the rifle's suppressor. He was stunned and almost fell on his ass. The lead man and his companion kept that from happening as they grabbed him and frog marched him into their van. The PIJ staffer tried to cry out but a hefty burlap sack was pulled over his head as he was flex-cuffed. In a matter of seconds, the mysterious kidnappers had Vadym and sped away from the scene with their security vehicle not far behind. The event had happened so fast that potential passersby likely couldn't process what had happened.

As recording and electronic devices within the area stopped working for the duration of Vadym's abduction, the only evidence of his presence was the now abandoned car.

[Great Humania]

Tyrian OID and DIFI agents started to infiltrate the neighboring countries of Phoenixia to label who is their enemy and who is their ally. The agents in the countries like Xekniya, Telroi, Dalina, Urbill and Parentell have been mostly non active till the Tyrian government started to turn their eyes on Markion. The Overseas Intelligence Directorate think Telroi is a possible choice to ally with, Xekniya needs to be dealt with as they are seen as a possible pawn to be used by other foreign governments, Danlina, Urbill and Parentell on the other hand need more information so they can assets if they’re a friend or a foe. The Imperial Government of Tyria sent an invite to the Telorian officials to visit them at the capital to discuss the future of the Peninsula.

[Phoenxia]

A casual neighborhood is having a BBQ, the veterans of the recently ended Phoenixian war on the Xekniyans has been dealt with an olive branch. The kids are happy, the mothers are crying in joy, instead of getting orders, the veterans are getting cold ones. However, in the cover of celebrations, 2 men received an order. Agent *CENSORED* meet Agent *CENSORED* while he was enjoying the food. Agent *CENSORED* offer him a cigarette, Agent *CENSORED*
Accepts the offer and was given a cigarette. He unrolled the cigarette.

Code: Select all

Directive Order #########

To *CENSORED*, *CENSORED*

When finish reading, burn evidence immediately.

By orders of the Ministry of Intelligence's, Directorate of Influence and Foreign Intervention, a lunar eclipse shall be seen by these individuals. When the lunar eclipse ends, light the flames of armageddon.

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-Kjel Fjordmann
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Agent *CENSORED* re-rolled the cigarette and started smoking the cigarette. The 2 agents spent the rest of the time at the BBQ and then went home. The 2 agents started to plan out on how to do this assassination and how to deliver the reaction that will “light the flames of Armageddon”. They decided to break into his home under the cover of the new moon. The Plan, kill the politician and kill the family, if there are any witnesses, give them a quick death. They’ll plant false evidence to link the assassination to the rival socialist party. They get their Welrods and started headed towards Kjel’s resident in the cover of the night.

The two vans used by Mark's team cradled a small sedan, Volgonov, Kožka, and Chernevic jumped into action and dragged the driver out of his car and into the van. Textbook execution. What exactly was up with this man they didn't know, they just had to get information out of him in relation to several interceped hit orders. His head was bagged, his hands zip-tied, and his legs hogtied.

"So, tell me friend. Why is the country you so bravely fought for after you?" Mark asked after the bag was taken off the man's head. "I know there were supposed to be others with you, what went wrong, comrade?"

Now, this guy wasn't budging from simple questioning. He was trained by the Army during conscription. "I did my time in 3rd division, I have no reason to do anything against this country," the man briefly smiled, "this must be a mistake."

Mark swung a right hook into the prisoner's jaw, "Don't lie, this'll only get harder. I know how to get around Army tactics. Better give up now before your family can't recognize you."

"You bastards will never break me," the man spat blood at his interrogator.

"Game on," Mark grinned as Chernevic handed him a baseball bat, "You know who signed this? Pjavel Mezinski. It's my pride and joy, but not cause it's so valuable." Mark swung down at the man's fingers that were tied down to the table. The prisoner winced with pain, and his smile was gone. "So, you going to tell me who contracted your fine services?"

"The client asked for complete confidentiality."

"Alright, if you don't break this contract, I'll make you a fucking cripple finger by finger, joint by joint, is that a good deal?" Mark pulled a switchblade off his belt. He moved in close with the knife and began pressuring into the prisoner's index finger. The blade wasn't seeming to do much, so Mark grabbed a handsaw instead.

At the sight of this, the man's eyes dilated. He finally cracked. "Alright, it was the tyrians. Please, don't mutilate me like this! I have children!"

"And give me the names of the other agents," Mark took out a notepad and a pen. The man continued to list the other agents.

Mark pulled out his P-94 and checked the chamber. "Sorry bud, can't have the liability of this getting out." Mark pressed the muzzle against the man's forehead and let the magic happen.

[Phoenxia]

Northern Jelenia

Police responding to a crash on I-5 North. Two of the three occupants of the car were dead before police arrived on scene, cause of death being linked to the many bullet holes dotting their body. The Driver, a young man, only had a single round in his leg, and was able to relay what happened.

His retelling of events, states that a car had side swiped them, and he had pulled over so he could check the damage. He states as soon as she pulled over, a black van pulled up, the side door opened, and two men in masks opened fire on the car, before driving off. when asked where they were heading to, the driver stated that he was driving Gustev Schlakniy and Kjel Fjordmann, they were out for a late lunch.

Detectives, now aware that this case now involved the death of two Senate members, Kjel Fjordmann, a popular Ünetsche Member, and Gustev Schlakniy, a member of the Sozjaliste Party. Has raised this case to the national level.

Gustev, who had just raised a bill, that would hold form an investigating committee, that would look into all aid given to all political parties. Was said to be co-writing this bill with Kjel, and this seems to be why they were together today.

Shell casings at the scene have linked the weapon used to that of known Pro-Tyria groups, and a crackdown on groups linked to the PIJ, has begun nationwide, as fights between party supporters have been reported in many cities around Phoenixia.

Elsewhere

Online forums have now started to call for the heads of PIJ members, and that Sozjaliste and Ünetsche supports, need to unite to force PIJ candidates out of office or, as some have called for. To Cut the tall trees.

Also calls for reestablishing the Monarchy, have become a big topic in Phoenixia, as people have started to wear ribbons with the party colors on it, some with a crown, stating their support for the King. Stores have even begun to turn away PIJ supporters and members of the party.

Still around the nation, people wake up warm and happy, as they get ready for work. Skilled workers can now make an honest living, as the majority of the largest companies in the nations, have have their minimum wage, so as not to see brain drain, as most Phoenixian's have moved on to jobs that have been bought out or sold to JVP and Rhomas interest groups, who pay a higher wage. Other companies have also looked for outside investment, as greedy CEOs have been removed from power, or whole boards have been replaced.

Another boom in the Phoenixian market, has been the raising power of the Phoenixian Mark. Once valued at .35 USD to the P. Mark, is now close to .50 USD for a P. Mark and slowly looking to grow. As Eteria & Zeperi have seen a large jump in their profit margin, as out of region sales of the Luxury car's have now made way for their more worker and mid to lower class Zeperi models to hit the Out of Region mark.

Senate floor, Parlemansche Building, Kassau

The Reikmenster sat down in his chair and put on his spectacles. He had a speech prepared for today, but it wasn't to campaign. Or maybe it was. "Senators," He then looked over at the camera, "Phoenixians, by now, I am sure you have heard the news. Gustev Schlakniy and Kjel Fjordmann, two well respected and beloved members of the senate have died in a horrific shooting at the hands of what we can only assume are Tyrian Nationalists. Both men were dear friends of mine, and by the king under god, we will bring these killers to justice." Jans began tearing up, and his face was red.

The speaker, Ivano Jarkov chimed in during this emotional moment, "We will now hear a word from our king, Artur the Second Friedek."

"As Phoenixians, we must stay strong in the eyes of terror. We will not fall to this violence, because we have not before. From the revolution, through the revolts in the south, to the great purges, we have remained strong!" The senate burst into applause, and then like a roaring tidal wave, they started singing the national anthem, Brotherhood of Phoenixia

[Phoenxia]

A casual neighborhood is having a BBQ, the veterans of the recently ended Phoenixian war on the Xekniyans has been dealt with an olive branch. The kids are happy, the mothers are crying in joy, instead of getting orders, the veterans are getting cold ones. However, in the cover of celebrations, 2 men received an order. Agent *CENSORED* meet Agent *CENSORED* while he was enjoying the food. Agent *CENSORED* offer him a cigarette, Agent *CENSORED*
Accepts the offer and was given a cigarette. He unrolled the cigarette.

Code: Select all

Directive Order #########

To *CENSORED*, *CENSORED*

When finish reading, burn evidence immediately.

By orders of the Ministry of Intelligence's, Directorate of Influence and Foreign Intervention, a lunar eclipse shall be seen by these individuals. When the lunar eclipse ends, light the flames of armageddon.

-#########
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-Kjel Fjordmann
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Agent *CENSORED* re-rolled the cigarette and started smoking the cigarette. The 2 agents spent the rest of the time at the BBQ and then went home. The 2 agents started to plan out on how to do this assassination and how to deliver the reaction that will “light the flames of Armageddon”. They decided to break into his home under the cover of the new moon. The Plan, kill the politician and kill the family, if there are any witnesses, give them a quick death. They’ll plant false evidence to link the assassination to the rival socialist party. They get their Welrods and started headed towards Kjel’s resident in the cover of the night.

The two vans used by Mark's team cradled a small sedan, Volgonov, Kožka, and Chernevic jumped into action and dragged the driver out of his car and into the van. Textbook execution. What exactly was up with this man they didn't know, they just had to get information out of him in relation to several interceped hit orders. His head was bagged, his hands zip-tied, and his legs hogtied.

"So, tell me friend. Why is the country you so bravely fought for after you?" Mark asked after the bag was taken off the man's head. "I know there were supposed to be others with you, what went wrong, comrade?"

Now, this guy wasn't budging from simple questioning. He was trained by the Army during conscription. "I did my time in 3rd division, I have no reason to do anything against this country," the man briefly smiled, "this must be a mistake."

Mark swung a right hook into the prisoner's jaw, "Don't lie, this'll only get harder. I know how to get around Army tactics. Better give up now before your family can't recognize you."

"You bastards will never break me," the man spat blood at his interrogator.

"Game on," Mark grinned as Chernevic handed him a baseball bat, "You know who signed this? Pjavel Mezinski. It's my pride and joy, but not cause it's so valuable." Mark swung down at the man's fingers that were tied down to the table. The prisoner winced with pain, and his smile was gone. "So, you going to tell me who contracted your fine services?"

"The client asked for complete confidentiality."

"Alright, if you don't break this contract, I'll make you a fucking cripple finger by finger, joint by joint, is that a good deal?" Mark pulled a switchblade off his belt. He moved in close with the knife and began pressuring into the prisoner's index finger. The blade wasn't seeming to do much, so Mark grabbed a handsaw instead.

At the sight of this, the man's eyes dilated. He finally cracked. "Alright, it was the tyrians. Please, don't mutilate me like this! I have children!"

"And give me the names of the other agents," Mark took out a notepad and a pen. The man continued to list the other agents.

Mark pulled out his P-94 and checked the chamber. "Sorry bud, can't have the liability of this getting out." Mark pressed the muzzle against the man's forehead and let the magic happen.

Lt. Jisan Kôzka
Centrendistrikt

The house was dark when Zani got home, Larianna already went to bed. He hung his coat up and moved into the kitchen. The fridge was almost empty, but one thing appealed to him. He poured himself a glass of milk and drank it fairly quickly. At home, this was his life; that of a desk jockey, not that of a decorated grenadier. Officially, he was working a consulting job at the war ministry, unofficially, he was taking people off the street for the war ministry.

He continued to the bathroom, where he got undressed to get in a shower. He turned on the water and put on some lo-fi. The water was refreshing, but it just didn't feel right. He had gotten so used to jumping into a stream or dumping a cold bucket on his head, that it didn't have the same jolt of satisfaction after a long day. He continued anyways, and got out to put on some pajamas.

He walked into his dark bedroom where Larianna was sleeping. She looked like some delicate angel with her flowing black hair and small frame. climbed onto the bed from the other side. He couldn't resist the urge to move closer, so he scooted to her side of the bed and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Hey, I'm home," he said lightly as he moved to kiss her cheek.

She turned around and moved the kiss to the lips. "Long day at work?" she turned on the lamp and sat up.

"Yeah, you could say that," he let out a sigh. Now, the reason he came home so late was that he was on a mission. There was intercepted messages of instruction to a group of tyrian hired hitmen. They managed to capture one. Mark interrogated, and later shot him.

"Well, what is it? Pile of paperwork? Was the director being an asshole again?" she looked into his eyes.

"I would tell you what it is, but it's top secret. I'll just say one thing, I'm feeling kind of shitty about the stuff I did in-country."

"Well, just get to sleep, babe. You'll feel better in the morning."

But he didn't feel better. All he could think of was Mark's pistol up against the prisoner's forehead, and now distant memories of burning villages, and all the screaming women and children in the villages. He was supposed to be a Grenadier, one of the toughest bastards in all of Phoenixia, a cold blooded killer who could gut anyone he wanted on instinct... but he simply couldn't bring himself to believe that anymore.

[The Kingdom of Rhamos]

Rhamosian District, Kassau, Phoenixia

A relatively new addition, the Rhamosian district stood in stark contrast to the rest of macabre facade that made up the rest of the small nations capital city. The district was composed of the wealthy families of businessmen making their fortune in this new market among others as well as numerous Rhamosian based businesses and restaurants.

Centered around the new Rhamosian consulate, the district looked truly like a new ideal model with which Phoenixia would be rebuilt from. In the down pour of the night rain, it's shining neon lights and colorful buildings against the contrast dark stormy night only further served to exemplify this notion.

It was here in this decrepit hour that nondescript Emastarian model luxury car glided up to the entrance of this shining beacon and waited to gain entrance.

On each side of the road was a pair of rather rough looking plain clothes individuals, who judging by the buldges under their rain jackets were armed, most likely UNDC contractors. On of the them approached the drivers side window and after a brief quiet exchange, motioned the car through into the glowing sivilsasjon beyond.

This particular car held none other than 3 peculiar individuals of note; a one Duke Red, his Secretary, and his personal driver. The Duke was idly scrolling through a myriad of reports from the various operations he was orchestrating across the small deposit country.

His decision to bring the latest assets in to theater had already paid dividends as they had discovered a Tyrian network being setup in the country. Coupled with other reports coming in of Tyrian overflights of the Xenik shithole and an increase in SIGINT activity to other surrounding nations meant the Duke had another player trying to edge in on the great game.

He let out a small tsk sound which caught his assistants attention though she didn't turn her attention away from her typing on the burner phone.

"My dear Adelaide, it appears we have a rival who shares our mutual interest in poor Phoenixia."

"I assume then, you have seen the Reikmensters public address in regards to the killings?" She mused quietly still not looking up.

"Ah yes, an exemplary performance by mister Jans, his crocodile tears had even me almost fooled." The Dukes mannerisms and tone made it sound almost as if he was a renowned theater critique handing out pearls of wisdom on his latest review.

This statement though did finally get Adilaide to look up from the phone. "Are you implying the speech was a ruse?"

Red waved the question off. "But of course my dear, these men must surely be attempting to divest the blame unto other lest they fall under suspicion themselves. The sudden misfortune of death befalling all their political adversaries has surely put them in quite the pickle."

The manifestation of the toothy smile on his face set against the maliciousness in his eyes made him look almost comically frightening for a second. "Ooooh but this is going to be so much fun! So many players and so many pieces to move. Adilaide! contact our erstwhile little friends and have them move the time tables forward, I think its time we helped the monarchy rid themselves of such trivial worries."

He paused for a moment and before resuming his normal tone and stoic expression. "One more thing, it has come to my attention that the Trekonese Ambassadors children were recently kidnapped and the other killed."

His eyes held a fiery mischievousness in them that had been born out of his previously malicious expression. "Hand over to them the relevant information about our Tyrian friends, and that we suspect they had a hand to play im this unfortunate event."

His assistant, for her part, had kept silent the entire time watching the Duke with a mixed look a curiosity and bemusement. At his command though she simply nodded and turned back to the phone which filled the car with the sounds or rapid typing as she made to carry out his orders.

Soon the car would pull up to a seemingly empty house within which was contained their newest prized plucked straight from the Phoenixian streets

[Phoenxia]

Interestingly enough, however short the speech of the king was, the backing of Ünetsche and the monarchy has surged by a wide factor. And, with the election closing in with a only a couple months to go, the Libkrats are polling much lower than they have been due to lack of response to the recent killings.

In other news, Kassau has become a fortress of a city with the upcoming visit of High Queen Vivi. With the numerous checkpoints, traffic in the Centrendistrikt has become extremely heavy with jams stretching up to two kilometers. Jans Malekski has expressed that he will do all in his power to prevent any glimpse of a terror attack on the upcoming royal summit.

The withdraw has been slowed due to extensive damage on the I-8 from a negligent explosion of a munitions truck, creating a large crater in the road and injuring more than seventy. We can only speculate how long it will take before the withdraw moves at a steady pace again.

[Great Humania]

The Creation of the Jelenik Liberation Army

A secret meeting has been held between the multiple jelenik faction leaders and the Imperial Military Council. During this meeting, one commander said that his faction is the true army of Kuäk, an argument has been ignited between the faction leaders, and the Imperial Military Council’s representative yelled at the commanders in order to stop the argument. He quoted that if you guys stop fighting then there will be no army of Kuäk. The conversation continued between the commanders, they all agreed on one thing, Phoenixia is the main foe, not each other.

After the meeting a video was recorded with the commanders of all the jelenik factions.
They have put away their differences and joined together as a coalition under the name the Jelenik Liberation Army. The reason for this formation is the denied of political freedom, which is evident by the arrest of PIJ members, the preemptive decision to protect the rights of the Jelenik people, and to defend the Jelenik culture from the “foreign occupiers” of their land.