(IC)Black Market War(CLOSED)

[Azaca]

(OOC: Hands in the back of course).

The soldiers left the shed with the shoes and the belt. Suddenly from the house a shot could be heard. A soldier leaped up and said: "I put these boots down on the table and suddenly there came a gun out that fired, Nearly got me. The bullet missed me an inch !"

"You Bastards quit keeping me in suspense I've got nothin' left to live for kill me! just fuckin' kill me!"
(OOC: Am I supposed to die here or what because I'd like to know beforehand)

[Free Tristania]

"He is MilInt.." one of the soldiers said "That's why he murdered a copper." Alright let's go to the shed and get him.
"Please not here.." the farmer said.. "they could trace it to me and murder my entire family."
"Good point !" a soldier said "We'll take him into the woods."

The door was ripped wide open and a couple of soldiers rushed. "On your feet you bastard !" They had a pistol pointed at his head. "MilInt eh ? We know what to do with you !"

[Azaca]

"Wait You've got it wrong I'm not Millnt! I'm trying to stay away from Millnt! Millnt wants me dead!"

[Free Tristania]

The soldiers dragged him out of the shed to a field 'O.K there mister spy. We are going to take you for a walk. Ruben here has lost his mother to your friends. Guess what will happen to you tonight ?"

[Azaca]

The soldiers dragged him out of the shed to a field 'O.K there mister spy. We are going to take you for a walk. Ruben here has lost his mother to your friends. Guess what will happen to you tonight ?"

"Hey I lost a friend to Millnt. All I am is a spy from the Black Market you know the guys who will blow up this entire country if they find out I died."

[Free Tristania]

The soldier sighed "Well Ruub.. what do ya reckon ? Shall we make this short and painless or long and painful ? It's your choice after what they did to your mother !"
Ruben, one of the other soldiers, looked at Richards with intense hatred. "Not worth our time. Let's give it a bullet in the neck and bury it over there." He pointed at a tree.

[Azaca]

The soldier sighed "Well Ruub.. what do ya reckon ? Shall we make this short and painless or long and painful ? It's your choice after what they did to your mother !"
Ruben, one of the other soldiers, looked at Richards with intense hatred. "Not worth our time. Let's give it a bullet in the neck and bury it over there." He pointed at a tree.

Your nothing better than Millnt Paul Kruger would be ashamed.

[Free Tristania]

The soldiers ignored "I bet he heard the name of his interrogator over the radio." The soldiers put him on his belly and Ruben handed his rifle to one of his colleagues and drew out a pistol. "They got her.. now I can at least take one of them.." he aimed the gun.

[Azaca]

The soldiers ignored "I bet he heard the name of his interrogator over the radio." The soldiers put him on his belly and Ruben handed his rifle to one of his colleagues and drew out a pistol. "They got her.. now I can at least take one of them" he aimed the gun.

"Fuck this!" Richard flipped over and knocked the soldiers off of him he then attacked the man with the Gun and began stomping on his face "I am not a cop murderer but I'm not going to die without a fight!"

[Free Tristania]

Ruben fell to the ground. One of the other soldiers swore profusely, and kicked him off and took aim. Emptying an entire magazine in Richards.
Then they dragged him to a tree. One of the soldiers suddenly looked at the label of his coat. "Peculiar.. that isn't made here."
"Who cares ? Ruben said. "No here.. look for yourself - it says that it was made in Black Market".

"Goddammit ! I am sure he is MilInt. Let's bury him."

[Azaca]

Ruben fell to the ground. One of the other soldiers swore profusely, and kicked him off and took aim. Emptying an entire magazine in Richards.
Then they dragged him to a tree. One of the soldiers suddenly looked at the label of his coat. "Peculiar.. that isn't made here."
"Who cares ? Ruben said. "No here.. look for yourself - it says that it was made in Black Market".

"Goddammit ! I am sure he is MilInt. Let's bury him."

"At least fucking kill me before you put me in the ground." Richards said weakly he was badly injured but not totally dead he smiled and coughed up blood "I know that you don't believe me but I still want you to know that I'm not from Milnt. Also if you ever see my brother tell him I didn't mean it."

[Free Tristania]

"Fuck's sake.." A soldier swore "He is still alive. What did he say ?" Ruben looked shocked "He is innocent. Good Lord.. he is innocent !" One of the other soldiers ran back and came back with another soldier. "Your coat" he demanded from Ruben "We are going to bring him back to the house. Thank God I followed a medical study but his chances are slim."

[Azaca]

"Fuck's sake.." A soldier swore "He is still alive. What did he say ?" Ruben looked shocked "He is innocent. Good Lord.. he is innocent !" One of the other soldiers ran back and came back with another soldier. "Your coat" he demanded from Ruben "We are going to bring him back to the house. Thank God I followed a medical study but his chances are slim."

"Do what you gotta do." Richard smiled he swore to himself that if he made it out of this he would kill the people that hurt Ruben's mother

[Free Tristania]

They carried him back to the house. "Clear the table" Ruben shouted. The farmer was surprised "You wanted to murder him and now you bring him back here ? " One of the other soldiers didn't wait and came rushing down the stairs throwing a vase from the table. "Put him on there" Slowly he was lowered on the table. "Got a phone here ?" The farmer nodded "But why ?!" Ruben didn't answer it "The number of your nearest doctor. A horse doctor for all I care !" The farmer gave him a number and showed him the phone. Ruben rushed out the door into the hallway, kicking the door almost out of his hinges.

He was heard on the phone "I don't care that your busy with that bloody calf. Yes.. Army here, we have a man laying here riddled with bullets. You'll be here in five minutes and you know where we are. Hansen farm. Make it quick" He quickly hung up and rushed into the room where the farmer's wife was trying to stop the blood "He is going to bleed to death if it won't be quick. Ruben bowed over the victim "Your blood-type. We are going to need it !"

[Azaca]

They carried him back to the house. "Clear the table" Ruben shouted. The farmer was surprised "You wanted to murder him and now you bring him back here ? " One of the other soldiers didn't wait and came rushing down the stairs throwing a vase from the table. "Put him on there" Slowly he was lowered on the table. "Got a phone here ?" The farmer nodded "But why ?!" Ruben didn't answer it "The number of your nearest doctor. A horse doctor for all I care !" The farmer gave him a number and showed him the phone. Ruben rushed out the door into the hallway, kicking the door almost out of his hinges.

He was heard on the phone "I don't care that your busy with that bloody calf. Yes.. Army here, we have a man laying here riddled with bullets. You'll be here in five minutes and you know where we are. Hansen farm. Make it quick" He quickly hung up and rushed into the room where the farmer's wife was trying to stop the blood "He is going to bleed to death if it won't be quick. Ruben bowed over the victim "Your blood-type. We are going to need it !"

"B+ And to the soldier I kicked I'm sorry."

[Free Tristania]

"He said B.." one of the soldiers said "I couldn't hear the rest". "That's my bloodtype" Ruben said. He turned to the farmer "is there a GP closer to here that can do blood transfusions ?" The farmer thought for a second "Come on already !" Ruben barked.
The farmer ran into the hallway and dialed a number "Yes.. make it quick" he was heard saying.

It felt for them like an hour had past but a car stopped before the farm. In it were two local policemen and a doctor.

[Azaca]

"He said B.." one of the soldiers said "I couldn't hear the rest". "That's my bloodtype" Ruben said. He turned to the farmer "is there a GP closer to here that can do blood transfusions ?" The farmer thought for a second "Come on already !" Ruben barked.
The farmer ran into the hallway and dialed a number "Yes.. make it quick" he was heard saying.

It felt for them like an hour had past but a car stopped before the farm. In it were two local policemen and a doctor.

"Oh the doctor's here whoopy I'm saved!"

[Free Tristania]

OOC: In real life you wouldn't even notice anything but direct questions.

Ruben got up "We'll explain it all later." The policemen escorted the doctor in and walked back and got some equipment out. "Alright.." the doctor said. "He had B was it ? O.K we are going to take him upstairs. You are going to need a new bed by the time we're done." He pointed at the farmer and his wife.
"Won't be needed" the farmer said and he walked to the couch.. he pulled a couple of levers and the couch turned into a sleeping couch. "Might do" the doctor said "Let's bring him over there ? " Slowly. slowly" a soldier said while they lifted Richards up.

[Azaca]

Richard mumbled some words and faded in and out of consciousness.

[Free Tristania]

" O.K let's make this easy. You lay here." the doctor said to Ruben.


(OOC: I am going to move forward in time. I don't know much about such procedures, thank heavens I say, and I am getting tired).

Hours later. The doctor and the local veterinary had been fighting for Richards life. Now they could only wait. "We are going to get him to a clinic here. That would be the best thing to do. " said the doctor while standing at the back of the farm, smoking a cigarette.
"First time in my life I ever did this..." Ruben was sitting on the ground just staring into the forest. "Look at us.. they have even turned us against each other" he said.

[Azaca]

Richard coughed and opened his eyes a little. "Am I dead yet?"

[Free Tristania]

"No.. but not much alive either. You'll be here for a long time to come." He walked away and dialled a number. "Yes.. he seems to be conscious.. but don't count on much. Yes I know you don't like it. It's a lot worse out in the capital."


(OOC: I am going to bed).

[Azaca]

"No.. but not much alive either. You'll be here for a long time to come." He walked away and dialled a number. "Yes.. he seems to be conscious.. but don't count on much. Yes I know you don't like it. It's a lot worse out in the capital."


(OOC: I am going to bed).

(OOC: You go right ahead.)

[Globexanter]

Meanwhile, in the town, near where the massacre had took place.

Andrew, a machine gunner and his son where walking about, tired, wet with sweat and weapons hang over the shoulders.

" It's worse than a fucking massacre. " commented Andrew, the machine gunnner just nodded.

At the Villa, 30 Marines died, but all enemy troops were cut down.
In the battles, Andrew had lost 10 men of which he all knew in the battle, all because some arrogant gits.
As they walked about, two man with a pistol in his hand ran out of the heavily burnt & searched or being searhed building.
Immidiatly upon seeing Andrew, they began to run in the same direction.

Simultaneously, the machine gunner and Andrew cut their legs down in a line of fire.
As they approached them, it was clear that one of them was begging for something. Probably mercy, thought Andrew.
With the help of his man, they pulled the man onto the steps of the building. He then called to civilians to come out, as they reloaded their pistols, obviously going to end the lives of the obvious MilInt workers.

[Free Tristania]

Junior-detective Pelorius was close to Parliament Square. He had been trying all day to keep civilians off the street. He had heard the exchange of firing and his nerves were shattered. Never in his life had he seen anything like this before. And the radio told him that it had been no different up north were ten had been cut down in a rain of bullets before army detachments could put an end to the slaughter.

With a shock he saw a wounded girl, barely older then 5, laying on the street. Her mother was laying next to her. Dead. Paramedics were already working on her while some of their own colleagues had been cut down as well. Suddenly he saw a man laying under a car. He looked familiar.

He walked through the car and saw that the man had been shot through the chest. It was Chief-Inspector Kruger. He couldn't bare it anymore and walked into a shop. People were sitting there.. dazed and with their nerves shattered while the radio was on.

Names were being read of people that had been killed and the death toll seemed to have risen to sixty-three now and doctors were fighting in hospitals.. and sometimes even on tables in homes, shops and pubs to save lifes.