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Post by Ignatius on Dec 31, 2007 21:35:18 GMT -5
Official Statement from the Caliph
The government of the Ottoman Caliphate is in no way responsible for these attacks on foreign personnel, and deny any role in orchestrating the destruction of the embassies of foreign nations. These unfounded criticisms from the Canton Rouge News Networks are biased lies propagaded from the Western World which seeks only to wrongfully discredit the Islamic world for their own greedy, oil-seeking governments.
The West should learn to stay away from the affairs of the Islamic World, and cease their injust policies of 'colonization' throughout the rest of the world.
- Caliph Abu-Ghazeed Omar, The Caliph of Istanbul
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Post by Robengrad on Jan 1, 2008 15:46:41 GMT -5
London, England
The Prime Minister sat in number 10 peering over reports from the Joint Inteligence Commitee. The violence in the Ottoman Empire was to be expected, after all this was not a civilised nation the world was dealing with. Taking a swig of his tea he looked up at the cabinet around him, "What is our position in this?" he asked.
"Well Mr. Prime Minister" began the foreign secretary, "At present we have little or nothing left out there. We have never seen eye to eye with the Ottomans and I doubt that will ever change. At present we have little to worry about, though rumours are coming into MI5 that Malaya could be a possible target for any Jiihad building in South Asia."
"Thank you Jack. Winston I want you to look into increasing any military presence we have there in Malaya and preparing the police forces for anything. Our other colonies are quite secure are they not?"
"Quite so Mr. Blair." replied the Minister for the Empire, Winston Churchill
"Good. Now, if there is nothing else I say we ajourn for now. There are a few things I must attend to."
With that the Cabinet meeting broke up, and the ministers went their seperate ways. P.M. Tony Blair headed for his office and began to write.
To the President of the S.S.A. We in the British Empire wish to extend to you our most heartfelt condolences following the tragic bombing of your Ottoman embassy. In these perilous times only together can we defeat these extemists, and preserve the freedoms of democracy and free speech.
Yours Tony Blair Prime Minister of Great Britain and her Empire.
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Post by Porcu on Jan 2, 2008 0:25:16 GMT -5
Vatican City
Decius Scipio sat on the bench a little longer before rising to his feet, the folder Priory gave him firmly in his grasp. Holding the folder close to his chest Scipio took his time walking out of the Vatican, turning one last time to view the ancient and stunning building. He slowly walked along the brick paved streets of Rome eventually arriving at his apartment complex.
Scipio then made his way to his apartment, opened the door, and began his nightly rituals consisting of a hot shower, an hour of the news, a check for any messages, and a chapter of his latest novel before he laid himself down for the night. Things progressed well until he came to the messages, where he found that he was to be expected by the Senate the next morning. No doubt they would like to grill him over the events that did and are transpiring in the Ottoman Caliphate.
Scipio could only wonder what the new day would bring for him... ====================================
Roman Forum Morning Session of the Senate
"Ambassador can you please explain to me why you did not send word of the situation either before or as it was escalating?", barked an elderly Senator at Decius Scipio.
Ambassador Scipio stood in the middle of the Senate floor, flanked on both sides by the Senators and in front by the two Consuls, which there were rumors that the position would be a singular one soon. Unlike the Senators occupying the Forum Scipio was forced to stand and gut out the experience. Now he understood the stories behind the Senate's hearings and investigations.
"I have stated this before and I will state it again...I did send the SPQR a message, rather multiple messages, about the situation in the Ottoman Caliphate. I have no explanation for why the Senate did not receive any of the messages...", replied Scipio shifting his weight from one foot to another trying desperately to stop his left foot from falling asleep.
"Ambassador", began another Senator, "What is your explanation for the Caliph's recent decision?"
Scipio cleared his throat before speaking. "I believe that while the Caliph has always had a negative predisposition towards not only us Romans but all in the West he has not acted upon these feelings until now. He wishes to sent a clear message all in the West..."
"What course of action do you propose we take Ambassador?", shouted still another Senator rudely interrupting Decius Scipio.
"Well now that you mention it I do have a proposal for the Senate. I do know that for sometime MI6 has been following the activities of various Muslim paramilitary groups, all of which are considered dangerous and a threat to the Republic's security, and has come up with some interesting intelligence but I question whether they have all the information they could possibly have. In the difficult times to come I believe that international cooperation will play a vital role in the SPQR's success and that is why I propose that the Senate extend its hand out. Turn to the Americans, the British, and the people of Canton Rouge...Turn to Central Intelligence Agency as well..."
A roar exploded from the mouths of the Senators and for a moment Scipio was left wondering about his job, for it wasn't uncommon for the Senate to relieve men of their duties right before them. However, straight ahead Scipio could see Consul Cicero speaking to Consul Nixon, who had just returned from his adventure in Canton Rouge, and felt a little better when he noticed a smile come across the face of Cicero.
Cicero stood and instantly the Forum was silent, the Senators and Scipio waiting for his words.
"Ambassador Scipio...I thank you for your appearance before us today and I must say that I agree with you completely in this matter." The Consul's next words were drowned out by the eruption of the Senators and because the Consul was elderly he did not even try to speak over them, letting the much younger Consul Richard Nixon gain control of the Forum. "Consul Nixon also agrees and therefore we strongly implore the rest of the Senate to vote in favor the measures that the Ambassador has laid forward..."
This time however not even the strong and young voice of Consul Nixon could overpower the sea of commotion and noise of the Senators. Ambassador Scipio gazed ahead at Cicero who gave him a wave of his hand, silently dismissing the nobleman from the chaos of the Roman Forum, and Scipio made sure to exit as quickly as possible without looking like he was overjoyed to leave. The first thing he did once he made it outside to the marble steps leading up to the Forum was he sat, enjoying every moment of the sensation that washed over his legs and entire body.
What Scipio didn't know was that already the two Consuls had begun to mold the opinions of the other Senators in their favor. Cicero and Nixon were no doubt two of the best orators in the world and that night as Ambassador Scipio began to fall asleep Consul Cicero ordered that the number found on the card that Scipio had provided the Senate be called and the operation given the go ahead...
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Post by Ignatius on Jan 2, 2008 17:11:37 GMT -5
Sarajevo
Alija Izetbegovia, a well-built Bosnian man of approximately thirty-five years of age, was an imposing sight for the dark-skinned man, sporting a thick head of brown hair, a beard, and a well built profile of a seasoned soldier. Having once been a former 'legionnaire' in the Roman Legions many years ago, Alija nonetheless grew resentful of the unjust power the Roman Catholic "Senate" had over his home land in the Balkans, and had personally witnessed years of unfair treatment by the Romans on his countrymen and people, being forced to pay taxes of men and money to an unseen political force in Italy. An overwhelmingly Muslim land, Bosnia and Herzegovina was nonetheless ruled by Roman government officials, a humiliation further worsened by the appointment of loyal ‘Christian’ Serbs to important government posts around these areas.
“Ali, isn’t it?” muttered Alija, shoving his Browning Hi-Power pistol back into his side holster, “Sorry about the jumpiness here in Sarajevo, but the Bosnian Army Faction must be careful to not let any unreliable infiltrators in here, Allah willing…”
Motioning to an unoccupied prayer mat positioned next to him, Izetbegovia resumed his morning prayers, with the dark-skinned foreigner joining in the first daily prayer towards Mecca. After several moments of quiet worship, the Bosnian sat upright and passed a small basket of fruit towards his guest, glancing over the visitor with a pair of gray eyes. Ali, having been famished by the previous day’s travels, gladly helped himself to an apple, munching contently as he stared at Izetbegovia’s bearded face.
“So, my brother in god,” quipped Izetbegovia, chuckling at Ali’s ravishing hunger, “what brings a hungry Muslim to the mosque of a fellow believer? We all know that many Muslims immigrate here to Bosnia for ‘job opportunities’, but you seem to be looking for something… What, if I may ask, does a traveler from the East seek in these parts of Allah’s world?”
“A proposition with the Bosnian Army Faction’s leader, dear Alija..” replied Ali, nodding his head respectfully at the Bosnian. “You undoubtedly know of the series of Islamic activity happing throughout the world with precise effectiveness.. Bombings in Algiers, activity in Mindanao, the Congo, Somalia, Sudan… Countless others… These occurrences are not by sheer luck..”
Reaching for a banana, the Bosnian scratched his beard thoughtfully, tapping the wooden grip of his Hi-Power with a finger from his left hand. Peeling the banana with the digits of his hands, Izetbegovia munched quietly on the soft fruit, adopting a relaxed composure on his prayer mat.
“Come to think of it, the events happening around the globe seem to be too… What’s the saying? ‘Good to be true…’” replied Alija, nodding at his companion’s logic, “It seems to me that Allah is finally taking charge of matters here in this world.. Praise be to him…”
“It’s more than just Allah’s will, dear Alija,” replied Ali, shaking his head, “after finally recognizing the danger the West poses to the rights of Muslims throughout this planet, my superiors have finally managed to communicate to all the major Muslim Paramilitary groups on an international level, and have combined all these forces under one political, religious, and social agenda worthy of the Prophet Muhammad himself.. The Caliph himself has personally overseen the creation of an international Islamic group called the ‘Word Bearers’ or ‘ßáãÉ ÍÇãáÇÊ’ in Arabic..”
“Whereas different groups in the past were forced to rely on themselves to push their jihad forward, the Word Bearers can draw upon the expertise of their different sub-organizations in their fold; Al-Qaeda, Abu-Sayaf, Janjaweed, PLO, Hezbollah, or whatever, to effectively coordinate precise operations anywhere around the world.. We have forces on every continent save Europe, and desire to include the Bosnian Army Faction into our fold to gain another group under our umbrella.. We know of our disgruntlement with the Romans, and your desire to form your own state… Guns, explosives, heavy weapons, our civilian business partners can supply anything you wish at no price to your organization…”
“That is most certainly true, Ali,” quipped Izetbegovia smoothly, eyeing the Ottoman suspiciously, “but we also have knowledge of the rather ill-advised decision of the Word Bearers to bomb several embassies in Istanbul… How can we be sure that effective leadership will be displayed from the ‘Word Bearers’, and that our struggle here in the Balkans won’t be mired up by an idiot’s decision to bomb a few buildings that have no direct relevance to our agenda?”
Sighing at the cold response, Ali shook his head in disappointment.
“Alas, mistakes have been made in Istanbul by several… inept elements of the Word Bearer’s leadership..” muttered Ali, staring back at the Bosnian, “But I assure you, the Caliphate has removed those elements from the organization completely, and have replaced them with more able ‘Ottoman’ leadership.. There will be no mistakes from now on…”
After a slight moment of silence, Izetbegovia nodded his approval to his Ottoman visitor, and shook hands with the Turkish agent. Several documents were signed, in which Izetbegovia pledged his loyalty to the Jihad of the ‘Word Bearers’, and quietly prayed to Allah for success in further ventures with his newfound group of ‘mujaheedin’. An intifada was ripe for the choosing, and with the tremendous resources the Bosnian Army Faction had at their disposal, Izetbegovia was sure of success in shaking off the infidels from his homeland… ------------------------------------- To Prime Minister Tony Blair:
We greatly appreciate your support, and are more than willing to cooperate with the British Government to combat the dangerous forces of extremism and radical Islam throughout the globe.
Our two nations share much in common, Mr. Blair, and it is my wish to further develop stronger ties between the pair of our democratic nations in order to better spread the goal of "democracy" and "freedom" throughout the world. If possible, I propose that both our governments meet in the American capital city of Atlanta to discuss possibilities of forming a bilateral treaty between Southern States of America and the British Empire, one devoted to the spreading of democratic ideals throughout the world.
- Jefferson S. Davis, President of the Southern States of America
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Jan 2, 2008 17:19:02 GMT -5
Manuel Azana was bathing in a bubble bath, flirting with the two women that were accompanying him, when a man came and interupted his fun.
"Sir, you have a message from the S.S.A. You may want to tend to it now rather than later." The man said, befre turning around and leaving the man to do work.
Manuel appoligized to the women, and had them leave. They shut te door and then he yelled cursing his luck. He was angry because he had not been able to have any leaseures of that sort for some time, and he finally had a chance. He then read the message, and ordered the man in charge of the S.I.A (Spanish Intelligence Agency) to get to South Africa ASAP and coordiate efforts with the CIA. He hoped that the two organizations could discover anything if working together.
After finally having the message taken care of, he deciced to watch T.V. and take a nap...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Jan 2, 2008 17:40:56 GMT -5
South Africa
Robert De la Salle sighed as he waited in the thick grass. Being one of the few 'core' members of the Canton Rouge Internal Strike Force, or CRISF, meant that he was on duty for any foreign operations while rebuilding took place. And as luck would have it, he was assigned to watch southern Africa for any details of Knight International, and monitor his progress not only to the capital, but also to other agents from the other espionage directories out in the field.
He was mindfully watching two men on patrol, waiting for an opportune time to sneak out of the area. He had gone on an intelligence raid on one of the nearby villages that was reported to have KI personnel operating from it. He now just had to get past that patrol and he would be home free.
His big break came when the patrol went into an abandoned farmhouse situated right outside of the village. Acting on instinct, he quickly, but quietly, made his way through the grass and into the treeline. He was now out of the area, and could proceed to the meeting point. He was instructed to be mindful of any traps set, and to keep a sharp eye out for the agents from the S.S.A. and Spain.
He made his way to the meeting point, a small clearing, and started to hum lowly. As he was humming, he heard a soft rustling of the leaves, and knew that his contact had finally shown up. Not to his surprise, it was the S.S.A. operative that he was told about. After exchanging greetings, he handed the S.S.A. operative the intel he discovered, and told him, "Look it over, and decide what to do. It concerns matters regarding KI's next big plans. We might want to wait and see if the Spanish also have anything to say."
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Post by Ignatius on Jan 2, 2008 17:54:06 GMT -5
OOC- Just so you guys know, so far we're in the 'espionage' part of Paradise Lost, and no fighting takes place yet. Think more of a 'Good Shepherd' style of spy game rather than James Bond..
Regarding KI and South Africa, I'm posting up another thread dedicated to the 'African Connection', just to avoid confusion between the two different storylines.
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Post by Porcu on Jan 3, 2008 12:41:05 GMT -5
Military Intelligence Sector 6 Headquarters, Rome MI6 Director's Office
Director Julius "Africanus" Varus, the chief of all operations of MI6, had just returned from Northern Africa where MI6 had instigated the collapse of the native, but weak and struggling, regimes in the region and overseen the transition of those governments into Roman control. The operation had been planned and carried out over a period of 6 years and Director Africanus was proud to see the borders of the Republic extend on the map. The old boundaries of the Roman Empire were once again being seen as SPQR control now stretched across all of North Africa, except for Egypt but their time would eventually come.
Director Africanus entered his office and fixed his tie in the mirror hanging on the right wall before sitting down in his chair. A folder lay in front of the Director and after checking with his secretary to see from whom the folder had come he carefully opened the folder, revealing a seal of CIA on the folder's front flap. There was a note attached to the folder and Africanus could recognize that it was the Consul's handwriting, Cicero instructing the Director that MI6 would now turn to the Americans and Canton Rouge for a combined effort. Attached to the folder as well was a card from which Africanus found the number that Cicero mentioned in his note.
Picking up his phone the Director dialed the number, the familiar ring echoing in his ears as he waited for a response... ================================== Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina 'The Fallen' Apartment Complex, Rm. 4A
"Lapo, would you turn that damn TV off...", barked the much older MI6 operative. "I can't stand that damned buzzing sound!"
Lapo, still dressed in his disguise as a young and radical Muslim, simply turned to his fellow countryman and much more experienced MI6 agent and gave him a look of annoyance. It was late and while Lapo liked to catch up on the day's events outside of his little secret world he did understand how Luigi wanted to rest for the upcoming day.
"Fine", Lapo responded after a few seconds in perfect Arabic.
"Hey!", barked Luigi. "I don't want to hear anymore of that filthy language than I have to, you understand?"
"Yes...", Lapo responded, this time in Latin.
The two operatives began to drift to sleep, the day's events already in the past and tomorrow's events already on their minds...
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Post by Ignatius on Jan 3, 2008 17:32:06 GMT -5
Sarajevo
"Hello?.."
Jack Wade, an American C.I.A. operative covertly working in counterintelligence within the confines of the Roman Republic, set down his knife and fork at the table of the Italian restaurant he was enjoying dinner at, answering his mobile phone. A grizzled veteran of countless C.I.A. operations, Wade had been "in business" for nearly twenty-six years, spending nearly a lifetime travelling the world for his job. Now, just as he was approaching retirement age, the President of the Southern States of America had personally ordered him on assignment in the Balkans, yanking him from his comfortable position in the Carribeans and shipping him off to the political shit-hole that was Bosnia.
"Yes.... I'll be there immediately..."
Without a second thought, Wade returned his phone to the breast pocket of his suit jacket, standing upright and immediately leaving the untouched platter of food on his table. Throwing several coins to 'tip' the waiter, Wade promptly exited the building without a word, donning the white 'cowboy' hat that was his trademark. Years of experience as a C.I.A. operative taught him the uselessness of always carrying a pistol wherever he went (lauded by Wade as the 'Brit' way of doing things), knowing full well that the likelihood of a good intelligence operative getting into a "James Bond shoot-out" was next to nil.
Instead, the venerable Texan preferred to pack a tiny 'Sicilian' switchblade on his person, a useful object which also doubled as a letter opener. Moving quietly through the streets of Sarajevo, Jack Wade eventually reached the bus stop of his choosing, entering the white bus which was present in the area. Preferring to stand rather than sit down on the many seats of the bus, Wade watched the passing scenery of Sarajevo for several minutes before stepping off at his desired location.
Glancing at the tiny note he had made on his wrist, the C.I.A. agent stared thoughtfully at the apartment complex he had been directed to, recognizing the building from one of his past tours through the city. Wasting no time in entering the apartment complex, the American made his way through the winding hallways of the ratty building, eventually finding himself in front of a door.
"Room 4A..." muttered Wade, knocking loudly on the wooden door, "Let's see if anybody's home.."
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Post by Porcu on Jan 3, 2008 18:50:23 GMT -5
Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina 'The Fallen' Apartment Complex, Rm. 4A
Both Luigi and Lapo were just getting used to the constant whirl of the ventilation system enough that they could fall asleep. That is until a hard knock awoke the two men from their shallow slumber.
Lapo quickly looked over at his comrade, checking to see if the "old" man had any idea of who it might be. Luigi shrugged his shoulders in response and then Lapo thought that it might be his "Muslim friends" so he quickly responded in Arabic.
"I'm coming, I'm coming...One moment!", yelled Lapo buying time for Luigi to first pick up his handgun and then head over to the door. Keeping his Beretta 9000 close to his side and ready for action Luigi looked out the peephole and noticed that it wasn't one of Lapo's young and radical contacts, mainly due to the fact that no Muslim Luigi had ever met in Bosnia would wear a cowboy hat.
He then opened the door and asked, "What can I do for you?" in Latin.
Wade tried responding in what little Latin he knew before letting his Southern accent take over. "Jack Wade, CIA. Don't worry boys I'm not here to hurt ya...", he responded flashing the MI6 operative his badge.
Luigi was suspicious but none the less allowed the Southern gentlemen with the cowboy hat to enter but only after Luigi had slipped his Beretta into his back pocket, concealed by the plaid shirt Luigi was wearing. Wade entered the rather small and cramped apartment, quickly gazing around the room taking in all that there was to see. He noticed that the two operatives did not sleep on beds but rather in sleeping bags and he noticed the array of high-tech machinery located on two tables in the back corner of the apartment.
"Just who might you be again?", said Luigi as he shut the door startling Wade.
"Jack Wade, CI..."
"C...I...A...We got it.", said Lapo stepping out from a dark corner, revealing his own Beretta 9000. "What can we do for you Mr. Wade?"
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Post by Ignatius on Jan 4, 2008 21:13:08 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes at the gung-ho display his MI6 counterparts had displayed to him before their room, the American scowled distastefully at the sight of their Beretta 9000 'compacts' in their hands. Being a red-blooded American from 'Dixieland', Wade personally loathed the tiny 9mm cartridge the Europeans seemed to be exceptionally fond of, believing (in traditional 'American' view of things) that the tiny little bullets of the Parabellum were ill-suited to the task of personal protection.
"Nice pieces, y'all...." quipped Wade, eyeing their pistols with a wary eye, "I suppose the pair of you '007s' know how to handle your pea shooters?"
Laughing rudely at the frowns of the two Romans, Wade immediately plopped himself down on the nearest seat that he could find, wasting little time in making himself as comfortable as possible. Popping open the small attache' case that he carried in his hands, Wade lay out the contents out for his newfound MI6 "pals" to glance over on the already cluttered table, taking great care to line each object neatly on the wooden surface.
Being a veteran to the affairs of the C.I.A., Wade appropriately packed very light in comparison to his foreign counterparts, carrying only his passport, several important documents, a few photos, and an unsophisticated S&W 'snub' revolver chambered in .38 Special for self-defense. Staring at the pair of bewildered agents, the American flashed an arrogant grin at the duo, winking wordlessly at the MI6 agents.
"It seems that Roman presence isn't very much appreciated here in Bosnia and Herzegovina, gentlemen..." spoke Wade, breaking the silence, "Not that I'd exactly welcome you toga wearing pizza sniffing, Papists in the event of you 'expanding' into my homeland.. But these parts seem to be outright hostile to Roman occupation... Quite honestly, the amount of anti-Roman graffitti (written in Bosnian, not Latin) laying about Sarajevo... and word from the street tells me that the Bosnian Nationalism is on the rise..."
Pausing to temporarily 'check' the chamber of his five-shot revolver, the American lay the nickle plated weapon back on the table, patting it affectionately with his hand.
"It's odd... The people in these two provinces hardly ever use Latin... One might say they refuse to use it... Bosnian seems to be the language of choice round these parts..."
"Now, the C.I.A. has also informed me of the possibility of an Ottoman intelligence cell present here in Bosnia, perhaps fueling the flames of Bosnian Nationalism and directly financing the Bosnian Army Faction, a Bosnian Islamic Militia that also doubles as a local 'police force' (seeing as Bosnians severely distrust any sort of Roman military force) dedicated to the safety of Muslims in the area.. Christian Serbs 'round Bosnia compose a sizable minority, and have always lived uneasily alongside their Muslim neighbors.."
"Undoubtedly your director already inform the pair of you of my arrival and C.I.A.'s willingness to work alongside MI6 here in Bosnia and Herzegovina.." added Wade, "So I suggest we immediately start 'cracking' on this matter.. The best source for 'street' info obviously happens to be the Mosques... and seeing as I definitely can't masquerade as a Moslem.........................."
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Post by Porcu on Jan 5, 2008 14:04:47 GMT -5
"Yes, I think I know what you are hinting at...", responded Luigi in the best English he could after a brief period of silence. "I have been here for some time now, a few years actually, and Lapo here", pointing at the younger MI6 operative, "He has been here only for a few weeks."
Luigi and Lapo then went on to explain their operation, detailing to Wade that Luigi was known as ' Aarif' and that he was the owner of a local fruit and vegetable stand while Lapo, posing as 'Kalim', was Aarif's nephew who had recently been able to move from his home in now Roman held Northern Algeria to join his uncle in running the small business. The story was not too fanciful but neither was it too simple for local Muslims to believe and after some time both Luigi and Lapo had been welcomed into the community.
"Both Luigi and I have infiltrated the local chapter of the Muslim Council but only superficially.", commented Lapo. "Because of my age and "apparent" vulnerability to the extremist propaganda I have been increasingly sought after. Just the other day I was invited to sit and watch a film about 'The West' by my "friends" and while I knew many of the people present there were some who I had never seen before and looked rather important..."
"It's just a matter of time before we are able to get some kind of break...It is unfortunately true that tensions here between the people and Roman officials is almost at a boiling point." Luigi added. "Lapo has the advantage of being young and can gather further information based on his ability to work his way into the camp of the extremists. I, on the other hand, can only deal with the older men but you'd be surprised by how much they know..."
Wade looked at Luigi straight in the eye, pushed his cowboy hat back a little from his forehead, and asked with the same cocky attitude that he spoke with before, "So what do you know?"
"We know that a major figure here is a man by the name of Alija Izetbegovia.", Luigi quickly responded with a small tone of anger as he pulled out several photos of the man from a folder on the table. "The militant group working here is the Bosnian Army Faction, the force behind closed doors of the Bosnian chapter of the Muslim Council if you will. Their activity has been close to nothing recently, but their sudden surge in recruitment seems to indicate that they are planning something...something large..."
"To what degree can Central Intelligence be of assistance in this matter?", Lapo asked the aging American who by now had become very comfortable in the only chair in the room.
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Post by Dark Archon on Jan 7, 2008 16:12:15 GMT -5
News Break
The United Reich of Protoa has stated today that they will not recognize the Ottoman Caliphate. In addition, the Reich is looking to strengthen it's presence in the Middle East, following the annexation of Zionir. It has been reported that Reich troops are on maximum readiness and prepared for any issues that may erupt.
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Post by Ignatius on Jan 7, 2008 18:28:27 GMT -5
Official Statement from the Ottoman Caliphate:
The words of an self-proclaimed "Fuhrer" from a Western nation on the subject of "recognition" are moot to our existence, and are sad testimony to the impotence of the Western World. Istanbul prevails not because we seek the approval of a worthless European, but because Allah has seen fit to bless our Nation as the protector of all Muslims in this world, and we will not back down from our duty.
This pathetic display of non-existent force is yet proof of the West's greedy, amoral tendancies and does not scare us in the very least.
- Caliph Abu-Ghazid Omar II, Caliph of Istanbul [glow=red,2,300]============================[/glow] Sarajevo Bosnia and Herezgovina
"Naturally, the C.I.A. has its own informers within the Orthodox Serbian minority here in Bosnia.. Collaborators, one would say, to Roman rule.." mused Wade, patting the slight potbelly he had below his white shirt, "They're somewhat of a loose cannon here in Bosnia, with their intense hatred of the ethnic Bosnians, but I assure you that they're completely reliable sources 'swimming' in a sea of Moslems..."
"As for my cover.." continued Wade, pulling out a battered King James Version of the bible from his briefcase, "There just so happens to be a sizable amount of American 'Southern Baptist' missionaries preaching little baby Jesus's message of 'Sola Scripturia' to the mistaken masses of Catholics and Orthodox here in Rome.. and I am just another preacher of the lord sent by God himself to counter Catholicism's misguided dogmas.."
Wade stared at the two Romans, and grinned wolfishly as he saw their faces momentarily twitch in anger at his blunt words. God, he thought, I love making those uptight Euro-trash pissed.
"What you stare before you right this minute, gentlemen," continued Wade, exaggerating his Southern accent, "Is 'Reverend' Joseph Higgen! Head of the New Life Baptist Church here in Sarajevo, SPQR!"
The American laughed rudely for several moments, savoring the shocked faces of the two indignant Catholics before him. After a few minutes of spewing his uncontrollable laughter, Wade managed to more or less straighten his face into a serious one, struggling not to giggle at his 'less than diplomatic' joke.
"Ah well..." muttered Wade, frowning at the lack of humor shown by his MI6 counterparts, "I thought you damn Romans liked an 'intelligent discussion'.. Whatever."
"My Serbian sources inform me that this.. Izetbegovia is planning a massive anti-government rally, completely legal here, in front of Sarajevo's famed Yellow Mosque.. Not exactly 'top secret' material, but I figure it'd do us well to dip into it before getting into that 'ninja-shit' the movies portray us of doing."
"We'll observe this little 'protest' for a while, gentlemen," quipped Wade, "and I propose that the two of you follow Izetbegovia into the Yellow Mosque afterwards to see what goes on behind this 'anti-Roman' Solidarity Movement. You boys must, however, be on your guard as I fear that those damned Ottomans in the SIS (Special Intelligence Service) might have already infiltraded into Bosnia and set up their own counter-intelligence cell here to dissuade MI6 and C.I.A. from doing anything of worth.."
Climbing into the only other bed in the shabby room, Wade cumbersomely threw a blanket over his head as he laid down into the comfortable mattress, fluffing the pillow with his other free hand. Rubbing his hands wearily, the C.I.A. man turned his back to his newfound 'colleagues' and yawned loudly.
"Seven o'clock.. Tomorrow.." muttered Wade sleepily, flinging off his black cowboy hat onto the desk, "Since you guys seem to know each other... It looks like you'll be bunkin' up tonight.."
"Sweet dreams, ladies.."
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Post by Porcu on Jan 9, 2008 22:54:18 GMT -5
Lapo and Luigi looked at each other, before once again shifting their eyes back to the American.
"Bastard" and "Arrogant bastard" were the two simultaneous responses as the MI6 operatives climbed back into their respective sleeping bags, Luigi turning off the small lamp that Lapo had turned on when the door first had been knocked by Priory and gazed over at Lapo, to see that he was sleeping, before shutting his own eyes... ============================================== Roman Forum, SPQR
Consul Cicero had called together the other Senators during their 'off' time of the day and had invited the media to enter the Forum for the first time in the history of the SPQR and because of this many were speculating exactly what would prompt such an action.
The Senators filed into their respective seats along the walls of the Forum, while media personnel were able to funnel their way into the center, where a few days earlier Ambassador Scipio had stood. Consul Cicero got control of the large mass of people by raising his hands and simply waiting for everyone to focus their attention. For the first time news cameras were inside of the legendary Roman Forum, sending live feed to not only throughout the Republic but the entire world as well. For the first time, citizens of other countries saw what the interior of the Forum was like and Roman schoolchildren finally knew what the building that they were destined to study for years looked like.
"Senators, members of the media, Romans...While I thank the impressive showing of the media and do wish to state the intention of today's conference. I have called you here today to make clear some of the policies this government will follow in the coming years. I wish to make it clear that the Senate and People of Rome do not recognize and will never recognize the independence of Hispania (Spain). As long as Rome continues to breath she will contest this claim at all possible times, gathering her strength, and preparing herself for the inevitable reunification!"
Cicero paused a moment as a burst of applause erupted from the Senators. Live feed filtering to households all across the world.
"I also wish to state that in the case of the Southern States of America, Rome will accept and recognize her sovereignty and independence. I believe that both our nations have much to offer and to gain from a strong relationship with each other. A relationship that is not just political or economical, but cultural as well. The SPQR is happy to extend her hand across the aisle, fostering relationships will all nations, which brings me to the subject of the Ottoman Caliphate. The Ottomans are a proud people but have behaved more in line with a young child, refusing the assistance and advice of more intelligent governments, as well as kicking out seasoned diplomats from their embassies and failing to restrict their people from dangerous and violent acts.
I have spoken to Romans who were forced to leave and their stories were not ones that the Ottomans should be proud of. The Caliph's decision was irrational and irresponsible and will bring about little prosperity to his people. The events that transpired in Istanbul were an apparent slap to the face. Therefore, from this moment forward all economic transactions between Rome and Istanbul will cease..."
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