Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.

[Sheridan]

(OOC: This internal roleplay's purpose is to show what living in Ascalon is like, through the eyes of its rulers and its citizens.)

Prime Minister Adelina Mangano sat in the back seat of her government limo. She loved the leather seat, and the heavy tint on the windows. The car was an import from some french nation, but who really cares about the French? The purpose for her day was a very important one, unlike the French. She was going to see Archbishop Vincent Tattiglia to try and get approval for a new bill that would allow Muslim and Jewish immigrants to move into and through Ascalon. The bill would make the international community view Ascalon as a better nation, and a less close-minded one.

Meeting with Father Tattiglia was like meeting with a freakin' mafia boss, thought Ms. Mangano. He was the most powerful man in Ascalon, and for sure the richest. Back in the 1800's Ascalon was fiercly capitalist, and the Catholic Church took advantage of this, buying at first all the shares of almost every Alcohol company in Ascalon. They then moved on to lobbying the government making sure that there would be no competition. Then they took the oil, gambling, tourism, and a countless amount of other industries over. They ruled Ascalon, not the government. Hell Adelina was one of the only members of the government that wasn't a priest or a Bishop.

The limo came to a stop and the driver informed Ms. Mangano that they had arrived. Ashkalon Cathedral, was the headquarters of the church in Ascalon. The city was ancient, and was the capital of Ascalon. The driver came around and opened Ms. Mangano's door, she thanked him and stepped out of the car. The Cathedral was very grand, one of the most beautiful buildings in Ascalon for sure. She walked up the steps to the doors, were two ADA guards identified her and opened the doors for her. She walked in and headed for the stairs, the Archbishop's room was at the very top. And she would have to be strip searched and such before she could see him. Hopefully the guards wouldn't be as rough as last time...

 

[Sheridan]

"Hello once again Ms. Mangano. How can the church be of service to you today?" Father Tattiglia started. The man was 74 years old, but in great health. He had atleast another 40 years in him.

"Good afternoon Father. I come seeking counsel with you. I need approval for a new law to be enacted." she said as she took a seat. The Bishops Stewart Huron and Abraham Edona were also present in the office.

"My dear child, you know I will help you if I can. What is the law?" Tattiglia asked, with what looked like general concern on his face.

"I wish to enact a law that will allow Muslims and Jews to move through and into our country." as she said this the three men began laughing. It was a rude response, but not an entirely un-forseeable one.

"You are asking Archbishop Tattiglia to break 250 years of tradition. For what cause?" Father Huron asked.

"We have to get rid of the close-mindedness that is so aparent in our country! Not only will this allow Muslim tourists to spend money here, but will allow Jews to do the same. And with the Fulani-Jews breaking away, this gives us an oppurtunity to invest in them without seeming contradictal." she said, trying to defend herself.

"Do you know what else this will allow? Smugglers to come into our nation. Our citizens have learned to stop trying to smuggle drugs and guns into our country, but these Muslims and Jews are not as sophisticated as us. As great of an investment oppurtunity the Jew-State may be, we are in no need of more money." said Bishop Edona. It was clear that unlike the majority of Ascaloni's he was not of Italian blood. His hair and skin was still dark even at the age of 62. Even his eyes were of the darkest shade of brown.

"Our borders are already heavily guarded, and this serves no purpose if we don't allow people into our country! If we allow people to move through, then we can give those guards something to do instead of sitting on their asses all day!" Ms. Mangano's patient was wearing thin.

"Calm yourself my child, there is no need for that language. You must understand though that we are very frightened of putting our fellow Ascaloni's at risk. You have seen what drugs do, just look at the peice of scorched earth that was once Freiheit. And our population is just beginning to get used to the 30's ban on guns, why rock the boat? We are growing in power and in influence as the seconds go by, we do not need to shift our strategy." spoke Archbishop Tattiglia.

"Father, I beseech you. Open your eyes. The world is moving foward, and while our technology moves, our culture lags behind. We need to open our people's minds to other ways of thinking. There are other religions than Catholicism." said Ms. Mangano.

"Forgive me if I mis-understood you Ms. Mangano, but are you suggesting that we allow our people to get off the path of the lord and pray to false god's?" asked Father Huron, for a 84 year old he certainly could be a prick.

"That is not what I meant, but the people should atleast have a choice. But you are all failing to see the big picture. Not only will this increase our economic possibilities, but will calm tensions from our mostly Muslim neighbors. Besides, only the weak would ever dream of converting away from Catholicism." said Ms. Mangano, throwing in that last bit for good measure.

The room went silent as the Archbishop sighed slowly. His eyes were fixed firmly on Ms. Mangano. He was trying to see what her true intentions behind this were. Ever since her parents had died he had taken care of her. When she showed an interest in getting into politics he had taken especially good care of her. He knew that she wasn't the most religious of Ascaloni's but was she truly wishing to drive her own people away from the Holy Path? Or maybe this genuinly was just a political thing.

"My child, I see were you are coming from. I respect you for how strongly you hold you opinions, especially when facing your betters. I will send word to our friends in Parliament to vote for this bill. However there is something I want in return." he finally spoke.

"Anything Father, name your price."

"You must inform your Minister of Defence that the ADA will now be replacing the official military of Ascalon, and Bishop Edona will be taking his job. It will still be a private army of course, and we are not cheap, but I'm sure we can work something out. Do we have a deal?" he had planned to make the ADA replace the Ascaloni military for years, and he might as well do it without paying anyone off.

"Of course Father. Thank you for allowing me to see you and for allowing me to go forward with this motion. I look foward to Mass." She said as she smiled and stood up. The three men stood up and they took turns having her kiss their hands before she left.

 

[Sheridan]

(OOC: This post is just assuming that Umbazi will be approved by the admins and that he will get map spot 304... which should hapen anyway...)

Peter Benezia was a Border Guard on the Umbazi Border. Nobody on this border was ADA, just some people who wanted a nice easy job. The reason no ADA guys were here was becuase of how the government had demanded that atleast one border not be in command of the ADA. This gave Peter and the other workers a great oppurtunity.

Peter was a devout Catholic, dont get him wrong, he just didn't see the harm in certain things. Everyman wants sex, so why be ashamed of it? Why not allow porn and whores? And come on, like God really cares whether or not you smoke a little weed now and there. This was the reasoning behind turning Checkpoint E into a blackmarket. A fairly powerful crime lord, named Leon Gakumba, brought his 'wares' here for money and other goods. Peter and a few of the other guys then brought these goods to Faenza were they were dispensed for a price.

Peter looked at the trucks approaching the checkpoint from across the Umbazi border. The whole area was nothing but flat scrub, so the guards were able to spot the trucks coming to and from the checkpoint for miles. He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. Today he was just going to get enough weed and booze for his roomate and his girlfriend, he didn't feel good about selling it to people in Faenza on a Sunday.

As the trucks reached the checkpoint the Ascaloni border guards walked over to him. Leon Gakumba was a fairly menacing man to look at, his black skin was covered in tattoos, and his aviators made him look even more menacing. He raised his arms and yelled.

"I hope you boys brought some serious cash! We have some good shit for you today!" His Italian was awful, but his goods were worth listening to the painful accent.

"That's good. Just like usual, take the stuff into the garage." said Captain Morcelli. Morcelli was a very fat man, whose usual buy was two or three prostitutes and enough booze to bury seven peoples guilt. As the Umbaz began to unload their trucks and bringing the crates into the garage complex, which was normally used to stash confinscated vehicles. The Umbazi had guns, which gave them the edge over the Ascaloni if anything ever went down... becuase only the ADA were allowed to carry weapons. All the guards had were tazers and batons, which were both fairly effective.

As the guards gathered in the garage Peter walked over to were they were unloading the marijuana. He bought $200 dollars worth, then moved on to the booze. He passed the whore 'aisle' were the women were all wearing ripped and torn lingerie. Most of them were Umbazi, but everyonce in a while there was a good looking Muslim girl. As he got to the booze he looked at all the alcohol. It was a damn shame that there wasn't decent cheap beer in Ascalon. Peter bought two six packs of beer and a bottle of whiskey. He dragged his purchased goods over towards his car, which was a V-8 pickup truck with a cab top. As he stashed the goods, he felt a small ping of guilt. That quickly disappeared when he thought of how fun tonight would be.

After walking back into the garage complex he saw Captain Morcelli leading 3 whores out of the complex and probably either into his car or his office. After a couple hours of watching porn movies, which he had to pay out the ass for, he and the rest of the guards had to get ready to go home. The night shift was starting as the sun began to set. Gakumba's gang would remain were they were, since the night shift had the same deal with Gakumba as the day shift did.

 

[Sheridan]

Yesterday was certainly a good day for Peter Benezia, but today was going to be even better. During his shift he bought enough weed and porn to sell at the blackmarket in Faenza. He was one of the few trusted suppliers in the eastside of Faenza, and was planning on making a shitload of cash.

As he drove up to the abandoned warehouse on the eastside, he got out of his car to signal the boys to open the doors. After they did so, he drove in to the blackmarket of Faenza. There were only three or four stands, but these stands were packed with customers. He walked over to his stand and started putting his wares onto it. As he was pulling out his goods he noticed something. Something felt different. What was that? There was some kind of noise soming from the far back of the warehouse. He looked around, and started to walk towards a rusty door in the back of the warehouse.

After inspecting the door for a few seconds he realized what it was. Someone was cutting through the chains holding the metal door shut. Before he had time to react however, the doors slammed open. It was the police.

"POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS WERE WE CAN SEE THEM!" yelled one of the police as they opened fire with rubber bullets. Since Peter was so close to the door he got hammered with them. He fell to the floor in agonizing pain, before one of the police jammed the back of their rifle into his face, knocking him out and breaking his nose.

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When Peter woke up he was strapped to a chair, and there were two detectives facing him. They were both dressed in business suits, and one of them was smoking a cigar. That was a signal that atleast that one was pretty damn rich.

"Good to see your finally awake Mr. Benezia. My name is Detective Sicini, and this is my partner Detective Ruppi" Said the non-smoking one.

"Were am I?" asked Peter.

"That is not any of your goddamn business. All you need to know is that if you tell us what we want to know, you can go." said Detective Ruppi after breathing his cigar smoke at Peter.

"A lot of the people we busted in that warehouse said that you were the seller of what we view as quite a lot of illegal merchandise. We already have a few theories we just need to know the truth." said Detective Sicini.

"We noticed that your a border guard at Checkpoint E, on the Umbazi Border. Did you take a stroll in that hellhole and pick up some gifts?" asked Ruppi.

"Sort of. What happens if I don't talk?" Peter asked.

"You spend about 10 years in prison, so if I were you I would start fucking talking!" saoid Ruppi.

"However if you do tell us what you know, and it leads to arrests, we can get you out of here within three days." said Sicini.

Peter thought about it for a couple of minutes, then realized that it wasn't worth it. They would find out anyway. He might as well get out of there. So he told them everything.

 

[Sheridan]

The detectives at the police department seemed to have already had a plan for Peter. For the rest of the week he was to pretend to be sick, and on Monday he would go back to work, wearing a wire. He was going to get as much evidence as he could, and the next day report back to the detectives. At that point they would move in, and 'do what was neccesary', then Peter and his girlfriend would go under witness protection and move to New Pesaro.

He wasn't exactly physked about getting all his friend arressted, but it was sure as hell better than going to prison. He had told the detectives how well armed the Umbazi were, and about how Leon Gakumba would probably hold his co-workers hostage. They had told him not to worry about that though. They said that the ADA would take care of the Umbazi scum before things got out of hand.

 

[Sheridan]

Prime Minister's Office

Ms. Mangano was sitting at her desk smiling to herself. She and her Intelligence Minister had concocted quite a plan. They had developed a plan that would begin the split between Church and State in Ascalon. Granted it would be sometime before the two groups were truly seperated, since the seed of the Catholic Church had sown itself quite deep.

Already though, the ADA was under the control of the government now. That idiot Tattiglia thought that just becuase Bishop Edona was the official head meant that the ADA's loyalties remained with the Church. The truth of the matter was that, the government was paying them now, the government was giving them shiny new toys, and the government was who they viewed as their leaders. The next step was to have the government start to slowly buy up the Catholic controlled comapnies. Starting with the alcohol industry. Funny, the alcohol industry was the first one that the Church bought up, and now it would be the first one the government bought up.

Immedeatly upon buying up the alcohol industry, the government would make the beer so ridiculously cheap that even with a 60% sin tax, the citizens would be able to afford it. 100% of the profits would be entering the governments pockets, and that in itself would get rid of the need for a huge sin tax.

Of course, this would take a LOT of time. But Prime Minister Adelina Mangano was willing to wait it out.

 

[Sheridan]

Cathedral of Ashkalon

Archbishop Vincent Tattiglia sat alone in the archbishop's office. He was watching the television in his office. It was the Dominci News Network, one of Tattiglia's proudest projects. The Church was an absolute juggernaut in Ascalon. It owned a part, or all of nearly every business or industry he could name. Now the world was changing, and Tattiglia had given Huron the task of increasing the Church's power world wide. Starting of course in Himyar. He knew that it wouldn't be long before Adelina Mangano tried to drive him and the church out of Ascalon.

Huron was keeping him posted on all of the bids and purchases being made world wide. Tattiglia wanted that Umbazi gold company, and he made Huron very aware of that. Another large purchase coming up soon would be the diamond mines in the soon to be Judea. And of course those pesky Cenetians. They have the nerve to start moving in on the Mare di Dio! The oil in the Mare di Dio belonged to Ascaloni Oil, no one else. He was already making plans just in case they tried to infringe on what was rightfully Tattiglia's.

 

[Sheridan]

Tattiglia was furious! What was that whore Adelina trying to pull!? Both Huron and Edona were in his office. They sat quietly, if not nervously, across his desk while he thrashed about.

"How do we fix this gentlemen? How do we stop that whore?" Tattiglia yelled.

"Ahem, your holiness, if I may speak, I have an idea." Edona stammered.

"Yes you idiot! What is it?"

"I propose taking her out. I can have somebody at her office within an hour. We can either make it a clean shot, or a bloody explosion." Edona said. Huron shook his head in approval.

".... Your serious?" Edona's comments had peaked Tattiglia's interests.

"Yes. Just give the word your holiness. Bomb, or head shot?" Edona said, eager now to prove his devotion to Tattiglia.

"Hmmm.... I say that you take out a section of her whole damn buidling. Make sure that all the other MPs that think they can work behind our backs no who is really in charge."

"Yes your holiness."

 

[Sheridan]

Salvatore Rossi looked at the IED on the passenger seat of his pick-up truck. He had been given orders from Father Huron, and he was eager to prove his worth as a Catholic and a servant of god. He longed to enter God's glorious heaven,a nd tonight he would do just that. He had heard on the news what Ms. Mangano was doing, and he knew that he was doing the right thing. The plan was to drive his truck to the outside of the building, and place the bomb adjacent to the North-East corner. This would cause that whole corner of the building to collapse, bringing her down with it. Someone from the inside was watching her and would warn Rossi if she left her office.

As he drove up to the gates of the Halls of Parliament, a guard sitting in a glass booth signaled Rossi to roll down his window. Rossi rolled it down and the guard informed him that no one was allowed inside at this time. Rossi responded by pulling out his silenced nine-milimeter. Three shots hit the guard, two in the chest and one in the head. Now Rossi had to hurry, because it wouldn't be long before someone knew that the guard was dead. Rossi sped to the north-east corner and jumped out of his car while holding the bomb. He placed it in the correct position and began to start the detonation. That was when his ear-peice lit up. It was the informant.

"She's starting to move! Hurry and detonate it!"

Rossi ran as he grasped the detonator. He pushed the button and he was flung to the ground. A large piece of wall came down on top of him, shattering his spine and breaking his neck. Adelina was on her way to the door of her office, but was still caught by the explosion. The ground just flew up as she was flung into the air, and when she fell a piece of wall came down on her. She felt her bones crunch as a small peice of shrapnel came down on her head. Sending her into a coma.

 

[Sheridan]

Stephano Ressari was very scared. He and Mangano had planned to go against the church by threatening the Jurzani, but neither of them could have known how violently and quickly they would react. He was currently trying to muster up what cooperation he could within Parliament to make him the emergency successor of Mangano... but he knew that Huron would win.

He could only hope to god that Mangano survived. If she died then everything he had worked for was useless and ruined. However he did have a back up plan. He would go before the next Pope and tell him to excommunicate the higher ups of the Catholic Church in Ascalon. That would take out 2/3s of Parliament and would leave the Chief Executor Officer spots of almost 3 dozen companies empty. At that point the government could seize all of its assets and become more profitable than they had ever imagined. BUT, that could backfire and turn a large portion of Ascalon against Ressari and his supporters. He would rather handle tis peacefully and slowly. That way he could plan out each step, instead of acting on impulse and instinct.

 

[Sheridan]

Checkpoint E, Ascaloni-Umbazi Border

Peter Benezia clocked himself in at Checkpoint E. The detectives had told him to act as if he had been sick last week, and had put a wire on him. It wasn't very comfortable, but if he shifted it around he was afraid someone would notice that he had one on him. After recording enough evidence to get these guys thrown in jail, he would be in witness protection and safe from any kind of prosecution. Or at least that was what he had been told. That the whole thing would be settled peacefully, those detectives had lied to him.

Peter knew that the police were probably running similar situations at all the other checkpoints, which were running similar gigs with the Umbazi crime lords. The representative for Chekpoint E was Leon Gakumba, a ferocious beast of a man, who Peter definetly didn't want to have find Peter out. Gakumba and his guys had just arrived, and were un-loading some of the merchandise. Peter listened to the conversations going on around him, all of which was going to seal these guys' fates. At least Peter was going to get out of it alright.

Gakumba's men were armed with real beat up AK's and some pistol that Peter couldn't make out. The Umbazi had some real leverage with those weapons, considering the fact that Ascaloni border guards and hell even police weren't armed with live rounds. So if anything bad happened, the border guards would be useless in a fire-fight. After the day was over, Peter drove into the alley ,were the detectives were going to meet him, with the tape full of evidence. He felt extremely guilty, but knew it was the right decision. He got out of his car and two police officers were there to meet him.

He took off his wire while the cops watched, both looking at him with intimidating looks. He handed them the wire, and one of them started to speak.

"There has been a slight change of plans, they want you to report in to Checkpoint E tomorrow."

"But why!? I did what you told me to!" Peter whined.

"The order isn't coming from me. If you aren't at Checkpoint E tomorrow then they are going to arrest you."

Peter eventually agreed. Little did he know that it wouldn't be police showing up at the checkpoints around the Umbazi border... it was going to be military guys. And they weren't bringing any handcuffs.

 

[Sheridan]

TUESDAY, 8-31-10

As Leon Gakumba and his men got out of their cars, Peter began to worry. Maybe the police decided to arrest him anyway. He would certainly be pissed off if that happened.

Military men were preparing to attack at every border checkpoint along the Ascaloni-Umbazi border. After about 13 minutes, the order went out to the troops,

Alright, you guys know the plan. Tear gas, break in, shoot.

The soldiers began to fire tear gas cannisters through the windows of the garage. They slipped on their gas masks and began to move towards the garage. Some Umbazi gangsters ran outside of the building coughing and wheezing. Using their silenced assault rifles, the soldiers opened fire.

Gakumba tried to keep his eyes open as he loaded his AK-47. He heard the faint firing of the silenced assault rifles. He knew that this was a raid. He open fired at some silhouettes coming in through the door. He took one of them down, but then a single shot pierced his skull. He fell to the floor, his body spasming. Peter was shot in the spine, and then the back of the head.

It was a slaughter, with no survivors. A couple of soldiers died, but that was actually better for the military. Now they could tell the press that they were fired upon first.

 

[Sheridan]

North Eastern Provinces of Umbazi
September 2, 2010
13:45

When the ADA was melded with the Ascaloni Military, there were some ADA mercenaries who refused to become part of the official military, and quit. These mercs formed the new ADA, which was currently a secret, and was still being funded by the ever wealthy Catholic Church. Tattiglia required a deniable asset it seemed.

Tommy Bruni, aka Scorpion, was one of the ADA mercs who quit before becoming part of the official military. He was about 23 years old and was a master at the art of killing. The best thing about his job was that he practically guaranteed a place in heaven by the church. Not that he believed in God, but it was nice to know that if there was a heaven Tommy would be there. Currently 'Scorpion' and about a dozen other mercs were in the north east of Umbazi. The church wanted them to make sure that their actions were not made public, paying them an extra amount of hush money, and providing them with silencers.

Operation Holy Might was a plan devised by the church, in which seven teams of 12 men would enter the provinces of Umbazi and assassinate several high-ranking officials. Whether they be criminal gang leaders or military guys, the men had been supplied with a shit load of pictures, and a shit load of money. It was time to kill some black boys.

 

[Sheridan]

Small Village in North East Umbazi
September 3, 2010
1:03

Tommy glanced around at his fellow ADA mercs. They were all wearing night vision goggles, and had silencers and laser sights on all their weapons. Their target this 'morning' was a Umbazi crime lord known as The Jackal. His actual name was some crazy African name that Tommy didn't bother memorizing. The Jackal was heavily involved in smuggling marijuana and other drugs over the border, and the church wanted him dead.

The village was asleep, as Tommy and the fellows crept through an alleyway. The alleyway had a staircase leading to a side entrance for a large make shift bar. The Jackal was on the second floor, which was conveniently were the staircase led to. Tommy was in front of his unit, and looked at what was on top of the staircase. Two guards, each with a shot glass in hand. The guards were disregarding their AKs, and obviously weren't expecting any fighting tonight.

Tommy looked down the sight of his silenced Type-91 assault rifle. He fired two shots, each one hitting its mark. The two guards collapsed, with new holes in their face to breathe through. Tommy began to creep up the stairs, and the rest of his unit followed. The door at the top of the stairs was pretty ghetto, and Tommy tried to listen to the noises on the other side. He could hear a couple of voices, and began to plan the assault out. He whispered to his unit, telling two men to watch the main entrance, another two to watch the back door, and the remaining two were to come with him through this side door.

After the men were in all their positions, Tommy kicked the door in. About six guards were in the room, all sitting around a table playing cards. They too had been neglecting their weapons, all they could do was yell before they were shot down. The noise had been enough to attract attention, and Tommy heard footsteps approaching the door.

When the door opened, Tommy and the two other mercs opened up. These Umbazi guards thought that they would just have to break up a fight between the others, but instead were facing bullets. They went down pretty easily as Tommy and the others walked out of the room. There were two guards positioned at a door at the far side of the hallway, who had noticed the others being shot. These guards already had their weapons raised and upon seeing the ADA mercenaries, opened fire. Tommy dropped to the floor and started firing, one of the other ADA guys got shot in the chest, and fell down. As the door guards fell down dead, Tommy signaled his follower to take care of the injured guy, and by that he meant finish him off and drag his body out to be hidden. Tommy walked to the door and cracked it open just a little, and a pistol fired at the door. The bullet went through the thin wood of the door and went just inches past Tommy's arm. Tommy slammed the door shut, and pulled out a flash bang. He cracked the door open again and threw it into the room.

After the bang, Tommy's ears were ringing a little, but he knew that The Jackal was blind and deaf right now. Tommy ran into the room and slammed the butt of his rifle into the Jackal's chest. The Jackal fell down and dropped his pistol. Tommy tossed his own rifle back onto his back, using the sling, and began to beat The Jackal's face in with nothing but his fists. After a couple of seconds, the flash bang wore off, and Tommy pulled The Jackal back up, holding him by the collar.

"You dumb little fucker! You thought you could pull this shit in my country did you?" Tommy said in his best Umbazi, which wasn't very good.

"I'm sorry! We can work something out I swear! You like money? Women?" The Jackal spurted out, blood had filled his mouth, making it very hard to speak.

"You think I want your whores? Or your worthless money? Do you know how much I get for killing you? $500,000!" Tommy spat out, before slapping The Jackal in the face with surprising force. Then Tommy sucker punched The Jackal in the face, knocking The Jackal to the floor. Before the Jackal had time to react, Tommy pulled out his silenced USP and unloaded the whole clip into The Jackal's back. He pushed the body over, and used a digital camera to take a picture. That picture was worth $500,000.

 

[Sheridan]

Safe House in North Eastern Umbazi Scrub

Tommy and about 30 other mercs all were hanging out in the safe house waiting for the time for the next 'hunt'. He looked enviously at some of the other mercs weapons. One of his squad members, Raphael, had a H&K G36 with a MP-7 for his pistol.

"Hey Ralph, what'll it take for you to give me those weapons?" Tommy inquired.

"Fuck that. I got these before fighting in the Barazi war. These guns are like family." Raphael replied. The mercs all around the house, which was more like a hut since it only had one room, were cleaning their weapons or playing cards. Pretty soon Tommy would have his share of that half a million dollars, and he would keep killing these damn Umbazi until he had enough to retire. Maybe somewhere in the frenchlands.

A noise was heard outside and instantly all of the mercs went silent. It sounded like an engine in a car, and it was coming closer. Immedeatly Tommy grabbed his Type-91 and loaded it, the rest of the mercs were doing the same with their weapons. Then Tommy peeked out the window. It was four cars, large maybe SUVs or Trucks, that looked pretty shitty, hinting that it was either a gang lord or even some Militia dudes.

When the cars finally reached the tiny safe house, Tommy heard the car doors open and close.

"Search this House. We just got news that The Jackal was found dead, it could be military guys. Or maybe the secret police grew some testicles." was what Tommy heard. Tommy looked around at the other guys, all of them were crouched on the floor or behind furniture in the same fashion as Tommy. When the door opened a wall of bullets met the openers. The Umbazi opened fire at the house, bullets ripping through the walls. One of the mercs fired a grenade launcher, the nade went out the window and must have hit a car, because the explosion was pretty massive.

Tommy aimed out the window and looked for targets. He saw one Umbazi running around in a suit, holding a .50 caliber pistol. That mus be the leader, and if he was leading any men, he was bound to be one of the targets. Tommy opened fire, shooting three shots, each of them hitting the mark. Two in the gut, and one in the chest. After shooting however, someone must have noticed Tommy, because a single shot flew and hit his ear. Tommy yelped and took cover. He felt his ear, part of it was missing, but other than bleeding, he was fine. He looked back out the window. After taking out at least three more, the battle began to calm down.

Tommy and a couple other mercs burst out the front door checking for survivors. Raphael was one of the ones who had come outside, and he was about to have some really shitty luck. He was walking beside Tommy when an Umbazi jumped out from behind a car. The Umbazi had a pistol in hand, and got one shot off before somebody shot him about half a dozen times. That one shot went straight into Raphael's head. Raphael crumpled to the floor, as Tommy went down to help him. Realizing pretty quickly that Ralph was dead, Tommy checked for his wallet, and took his guns. A few mercs were firing sniper rifles at some Umbazi who were attempting to run away.

Tommy then decided to find the body of the leader he had shot. When he found it he took a picture of it, and pulled out his list. Yeah that guy was on it. His name had been Mbantuwe, and he was involved in smuggling weapons to some gang in Cordoba. He was worth $750,000, which was definetly exciting to Tommy. Now it was time to move though, because they couldn't let any Umbazi officials find out about mercenaries in this area.Tommy walked back into the safe house to help pack up all the shit.

 

[Sheridan]

Cordoba Military Prison

The Cordoba Military Prison was usually used to hold deserters, or any soldiers accused of committing a crime. The three Umbazi teenagers were being held here. And it was time for their execution. Private Egidi was going to be 'attacked' by them. Or at least that was what it would look like. Using a sharpened piece of stone, a couple of the other privates had cut him up. It hurt like a bitch, but it was all for the greater good.

He walked into the Umbazi boys' cell, with his FN-SCAR locked and loaded. When he raised the rifle the three boys panicked, and one of them spoke.

"Please sir! We are sorry! Very sorry! What do you want?" Umbazi accents were so thick.

"I want you to shut the fuck up Nethian!" He siad as he opened fire with his rifle. The three boys screams lasted only for a second, before their limp corpses hit the cold stone floor.