Clarenthia
Establishing Nation
- Joined
- May 4, 2010
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- Jurzidentia
"If they knew about all the things we've stopped, would they feel safer or more vulnerable?"
Al Hudayah
Asif Haroun was walking down the street, puffing away on a cigarette. The sun over Al Hudayah was brutal and bright, but most people in the South were used to the brutality of the sun. Haroun continued walking down the street, and then a man bumped into him. In that brief moment, the exchange was made. Haroun was carrying a out box of illegal cigars, now he was holding a wad of cash. Another good day's pay he thought.
Al Hudayah was a large city, but by no means a pleasant city. Al Hudayah was the crime capital of Jurzan, the city was littered with crime and crime lords directing the whole thing. Even with the crime lords, it isn't uncommon for people to set up their own little businesses and sell their own material, in Al Hudayah, if it exists, it can be found and purchased, for the right price. Asif Haroun was one of the lucky few who managed to get a job with Asim Yousef, one of the city's most powerful crime lords. It was known that Yousef was quiet the entrepreneur, but there was never enough evidence to prosecute the man, the people that ever tried oddly enough always left town or suddenly disappeared. He mainly dealt with drugs, most of the time he went across the border, causing drug trafficking problems in other countries. Akhaltsikhe's Council found it to their advantage to cause a raucous in other nations, so they usually turned away from Yousef, thinking he was just a drug dealer.
Yousef was so much more. Yousef was a drug dealer, a loan shark, a murderer, a thief, but a hero to the people of Al Hudayah's ghettos. His massive profits were sometimes spent on fixing their lives, all they had to do in return was swear not to talk about Yousef's or his associates' actions. That made the ghettos a safe haven, but Yousef would never want to be seen in those unpleasant hell holes, they were too disgusting for him. He preffered the higher end of life, always wearing an extremely expensive suit, drinking only the most expensive wines, smoking the most illegal cigarettes, he enjoyed life more than any other man in the country.
The Revolution and subsequent war lead to Yousef's great expand. Yousef has just as many connections and friends as he does enemies and snitches. Only Yousef knows all of the organization's actions, no one else possesses all the knowledge. During these two months many people had their life ended by Yousef, he ended anyone who breached onto his business, even small time teenage pot sellers got themselves killed. And Yousef thought he could get away with it all, until, of course Al Hudayah became the host city of the NDSDIB.
The National Directorate of Security Domestic Investigation Bureau decided to make their home in Al Hudayah. Apparently Nadarejshvili thought that the capital of crime should meet the capital of law enforcement. The ongoing war between the two would end in one side being victorious, and if it wasn't the NDSDIB, then it didn't deserve to exist.
Haroun got into a car with a friend and fellow dealer, they had to drive to the next town to pick up their supplies.
Al Hudayah
Asif Haroun was walking down the street, puffing away on a cigarette. The sun over Al Hudayah was brutal and bright, but most people in the South were used to the brutality of the sun. Haroun continued walking down the street, and then a man bumped into him. In that brief moment, the exchange was made. Haroun was carrying a out box of illegal cigars, now he was holding a wad of cash. Another good day's pay he thought.
Al Hudayah was a large city, but by no means a pleasant city. Al Hudayah was the crime capital of Jurzan, the city was littered with crime and crime lords directing the whole thing. Even with the crime lords, it isn't uncommon for people to set up their own little businesses and sell their own material, in Al Hudayah, if it exists, it can be found and purchased, for the right price. Asif Haroun was one of the lucky few who managed to get a job with Asim Yousef, one of the city's most powerful crime lords. It was known that Yousef was quiet the entrepreneur, but there was never enough evidence to prosecute the man, the people that ever tried oddly enough always left town or suddenly disappeared. He mainly dealt with drugs, most of the time he went across the border, causing drug trafficking problems in other countries. Akhaltsikhe's Council found it to their advantage to cause a raucous in other nations, so they usually turned away from Yousef, thinking he was just a drug dealer.
Yousef was so much more. Yousef was a drug dealer, a loan shark, a murderer, a thief, but a hero to the people of Al Hudayah's ghettos. His massive profits were sometimes spent on fixing their lives, all they had to do in return was swear not to talk about Yousef's or his associates' actions. That made the ghettos a safe haven, but Yousef would never want to be seen in those unpleasant hell holes, they were too disgusting for him. He preffered the higher end of life, always wearing an extremely expensive suit, drinking only the most expensive wines, smoking the most illegal cigarettes, he enjoyed life more than any other man in the country.
The Revolution and subsequent war lead to Yousef's great expand. Yousef has just as many connections and friends as he does enemies and snitches. Only Yousef knows all of the organization's actions, no one else possesses all the knowledge. During these two months many people had their life ended by Yousef, he ended anyone who breached onto his business, even small time teenage pot sellers got themselves killed. And Yousef thought he could get away with it all, until, of course Al Hudayah became the host city of the NDSDIB.
The National Directorate of Security Domestic Investigation Bureau decided to make their home in Al Hudayah. Apparently Nadarejshvili thought that the capital of crime should meet the capital of law enforcement. The ongoing war between the two would end in one side being victorious, and if it wasn't the NDSDIB, then it didn't deserve to exist.
Haroun got into a car with a friend and fellow dealer, they had to drive to the next town to pick up their supplies.