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Post by Ignatius on Jan 26, 2008 0:40:57 GMT -5
OOC - It's not dead, I'm just really, really busy.
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Post by Ignatius on Jan 26, 2008 1:14:21 GMT -5
To Pope Gregory XVIII:
For every action, there is a reason. While I seek no theologic debate with Rome as of yet, I can clearly say without a doubt that you have no need to compare our two very separate "gods" with us. We have Allah and Mohammad, and you have Christ.. There is very little in common. For centuries, we Muslims have struggled in our jihads to liberate our overwhelmingly "Muslim" lands from foreign influence, and will continue to resist the forces of Western influence for many years to come.
While I will agree to demand the immediate ceasing of outright attacks on Catholic monastaries and places of worship out of mutual goodwill, do not expect me to condemn the rightous jihads of Muslims in the world. We must tend to our brothers first..
- Caliph Abu-Ghazeed Omar II, Caliph of Istanbul ------------------------------------------------------- Sarajevo, Bosnia-Herzegovina
The throngs of Muslims packing the Yellow Mosque almost immediately let out a massive roar that clearly shook the area within downtown Sarajevo, and pumped their fists in salute towards Izetbegovina and the green banner of the Bosnian Army Faction posing as a backdrop to the epic scene. Dozens of reporters, struggling to maintain focus on Izetbegovina's impressive figure, desperately attempted to keep the cameras of their camera crews above the heads and arms of the enormous crowd, often squabbling over "shooting space" with rival news crews.
"Shit...." muttered Jack Wade quietly, still keeping a steady bead on Izetbegovina from his overwatch position, "I've got to admit boys, that was one damn fine speech..."
Izetbegovina, obviously pleased with the intended effect of his words, strode proudly towards the frontmost row of screaming Muslims and grasped hands and shoulders firmly, reaching out to the common Bosnian in an amazing show of populist grace. While entirely clad in an olive drab military uniform, the venerable Bosnian was nonetheless unarmed during his amazing performance in front of the live crowd, seeking to establish himself as a Bosnian unafraid to venture into the open with his own people.
This was a mistake.
*crash*
In a totally unexpected display of brute force, four black vans equipped with a reinforced rebar cage towards the front of the vehicle crashed through the steel fence of the Yellow Mosque, slamming into the massed crowd of Bosnian Muslims in a particularly gruesome fashion. Heads, legs, and bodies were sent flying throughout the air upon impact, with groups of heavily armed men clad in black tactical suits leaping out of the vehicles.
"Kill the fuckers!" bellowed one of the men, bearing a cross-insignia on his right shoulder. "Death to these filthy Bosnians."
Upon hearing the commands uttered by the strange invader in the Serbian language, the group of men immediately began to wildly discharge their AK-47 assault rifles into the crowd, cutting down men, women, and children in the brutal massacre which soon ensued. Military grade explosives hurled from the windows of the invaders' vans blew entire holes into the crowd of panicking Bosnians, and nearly caught Izetbegovina in its explosive force were it not for the sacrifice of three Bosnian Army Faction fighters who pushed their leader away.
Wade, flicking the safety of his Accuracy International Magnum forward to "fire" position, wasted no time in scattering the brains of one Serbian terrorist with the full force of his .338 Magnum, and was quickly yanking the bolt of the sniper rifle in less than three seconds' time when additional gunfire sounded out throughout the Yellow Mosque's front yard.
"Holy fuck!" swore Wade, blowing another target away, "Don't let them kill any more civilians..."
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Post by Porcu on Jan 27, 2008 19:59:04 GMT -5
When the eruption of violence began in the yard directly in front of the Yellow Mosque Luigi and Lapo simply looked at each other for a moment, desperately trying to figure out who the blazes the behind such an attack. In all the commotion that quickly followed both came to the conclusion that at that point it really was not relevant and more importantly their lives were in immediate danger.
It appeared that not one single person was safe from the fatal reach of the Serbians and men, women, and children were being grazed down like rats in a brutal extermination process. With all the chaos around them Luigi and Lapo were thankful that they had decided to bring their "little pea-shooters", as the American called them, quickly drawing them out of their comparatively small holsters and beginning to take aim. Suddenly, Wade's voice could be heard over the commotion of the gunfire and screams to which Luigi responded, "We'll try our best...Just don't shoot us..."
At that moment another man bumped against Luigi and when Luigi turned around he saw that it was a Serb, dressed in all black and waving an AK-47. The MI6's special training instantly came into action, attacking the Serb with a series of lightning fast yet powerful punches to the face momentarily stunning him until Luigi was able to get behind him and snap his neck like a twig. The sudden rush of testosterone and adrenaline sent Luigi off, as he quickly yet silently approached other of the Serbs, breaking his tibia with a sharp kick to the lower leg. The Serb yelled in obvious pain and Luigi killed him with a point-blank range hit of his pistol. Spotting a few other Serbs a few meters from them, Luigi picked up the dead Serb's AK-47 and without a moment to lose began emptying the magazine into the somewhat confused Serbs.
Taking a moment to looked around Luigi couldn't find Lapo and quickly yelled into his headset, however there was no response from Lapo. As much as Luigi wanted Lapo to respond his attention was again diverted by the presence of several Serbians. Eye contact was made between Luigi and one of the Serbians and both looked to cut down the other. Luigi's MI6 training and years of experience proved to be the difference as the last of the AK-47's rounds exited the barrel and entered the chest and neck of the Serb. The other Serbians had seen their comrade fall and began to take aim at the MI6 operative; yet suddenly one of them fell over, his head having been blown away by a sniper rifle.
"I've got your back...", said Wade quickly yanking the bolt of his sniper rifle and taking aim once again.
Luigi, in that small window of time, had moved diagonally of the remaining Serb and took careful aim with his "pea-shooter", taking down the remaining Serb with two shots and then going to retrieve the man's AK-47. Meanwhile, Lapo had thought that giving Izetbegovia another good impression was not a bad thing and so he had diverted away from Luigi and tried to make his way to the Bosnian Army Faction leader. The explosive that nearly claimed Izetbegovia also almost got Lapo as he was only a few feet behind Izetbegovia when the explosive went off. Falling to the ground Lapo quickly regained himself, balancing himself with one knee on the ground, and he did his best to kill two Serbians off to the side of his position. Unfortunately, he was able to injure only one of them as the range proved too great for the small gun to prove fatal.
Returning his gun to its holster and tearing out his ear piece he dropped himself by Izetbegovia and spent the few seconds working to help the dazed man. Wasting no more time then he thought was necessary Lapo grabbed Izetbegovia and began to carry him towards the Mosque, which lay to their left and had not been reached by the Serbs. Several dozen people had already begun to seek refuge in the Mosque, while others still had tried to escape the yard by returning to the main streets. Where ever they decided to go many were chased and cut down by the Serbs and it was no exception to those running for the Mosque. Once inside however, instead of staying in the main section of the mosque Izetbegovia instructed Lapo to take them to a side corridor and from there a stairwell. Except for a few other Muslims who had seen the two men leave the main group huddled inside the mosque the rest were doomed to die, as several Serbs had finally made it to the doors of the mosque and rather than breaking their way in they shot several of the windows out and tossed high explosives into the historical Yellow Mosque. No one had a chance. ================================= Provincial Police Headquarters, Sarajevo
"What the fuck is happening?", screamed Commissioner Gnaeus Lanatus, who stood directly in the middle of the headquarters.
"We are not entirely sure, Sir...Local units report screaming and massive gunfire...They are unable to make their way to the scene though...Bosnians are fleeing the scene...", retorted an officer from the radio.
"I want the entire perimeter sealed off, no one will leave! Send whatever we've got and make sure all units have their vests!..."
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Post by Ignatius on Jan 28, 2008 19:12:55 GMT -5
The Yellow Mosque
Despite taking minor casualties from the hands of several "armed" Muslims who managed to reply with pistol fire to the Serbian terrorists' assault on the Yellow Mosque, the black-clad Serbs were not in the very least deterred by the mild setback, and went back to the massacre with the renewed vigor of blood-thirsty religious zealots. Using a combination of lethal fear tactics and sharp bursts of fire to "herd" a large crowd of Muslim Bosnians into the superficial safety of the Yellow Mosque's venerable walls, the Serbian terrorists easily managed to slaughter an ungodly amount of unarmed civilians with high-explosive charges thrown through the opened windows of the house of worship, effectively bringing down much of the historic structure with its explosive force. Plaster, tile, and bits of brick were ripped apart by the explosions, slaughtering hundreds and wounding thousands more with its power; the terrified onlookers could do very little more than watch in utter disbelief at the once-majestic Mosque collapse into a pile of rubble.
Far away, in his overwatch position across the street, CIA operative Jack Wade was forced to recoil back from the telescopic sight of his sniper rifle when the blinding light spewed forth from the Mosque.
"Oh, my god..." mumbled Wade, staring at the flying pieces of rubble soaring through the air.
Unintentionally wasting several valuable seconds trying to comprehend the situation, Wade nevertheless returned his attention towards the bolt-action of his sniper rifle, speedily working the bolt of his weapon as quickly as possible. Bringing the aiming recticle of the sniper rifle's high-powered scope towards the sight of several AK-47 wielding Serbs charging into the ruins of the Yellow Mosque, Wade quickly depressed the trigger and expected to see the brains of his enemy splatter into oblivion.
*click*
Empty.
"Damn!" swore the CIA operative, hastily yanking the box magazine from the weapon's well in a desperate attempt to reload.
Too late. The Serbs charged unchecked into the smouldering structure, spraying automatic weapons fire as they entered into the shattered remnants of the Yellow Mosque's main lobby. Knowing full well that his bullets could not touch the nefarious terrorists when inside the building, Wade hurled his sniper rifle onto the plush weapons case positioned on the ground, and stood upright clutching the earpiece of his com-link to the MI6 agents down below.
"Luigi... Lapo...." grunted the American angrily, praying that the pair were still alive, "The shit's in the fan now, boys, twelve Serbs have breached the building, and are still looking to cause as much damage as possible."
"I'll be coming down as soon as I can, but for the meantime, you boys won't be given my sniper cover.. It's useless in there. Just hang tight, and protect whatever civilians you can."
Without another word, the aging American agent flicked off the communications link he had with the two Romans and hurled the headset onto the floor, drawing his .38 caliber snub revolver from the suit pocket of his "preacher" disguise. Swearing at himself loudly for choosing not to bring along his larger .45 caliber pistol, the CIA agent nonetheless ran down the stairs as fast as his fat-laden frame could carry him, stroking the wooden handle of the revolver as he moved.
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Post by Porcu on Jan 30, 2008 18:20:42 GMT -5
Luigi heard the last remarks of Jack Wade before the connection between the two intelligence officers was severed. Luigi took a second to pry the small audio piece from his ear and throw it on the ground, which by now was a combination of grass, dirt, mud, and blood. Screams still were being emitted from the mouths of those unlucky enough to have their misery ended. Many innocent Bosnians had simply been shot several times by the Serbs; in the legs and arms and while many of those wounds were not enough to be fatal all were subject to infection.
Luigi gazed over to his right, back away from what remained of the Yellow Mosque, it being reduced to essentially a large mound of stone, glass, wood, and metal, and he noticed that one of the large black vans had been restarted and was making its way towards the Mosque. Having used up all of his ammunition of his personal weapon Luigi quickly pried an army grade pistol from the fingers of a dead Serb and took his aim. Two shots were all it took for the brains of the van driver to mash all over the passenger and passenger-side window. The van abruptly sped up, apparently the driver's foot mixed with gravity was now pressing hard against the gas pedal, suddenly launching the van forward into the remains of the Mosque.
Not taking another second to see what else happened Luigi ran towards another van, this one empty of Serbs, and he checked his gun's current magazine, took a peak over the van's hood towards the mosque, and planned his next move... ===============================================
Not even 7 km from the scene of the massacre, the Provincial Police Headquarters was buzzing. Within the last 2 minutes, when Commissioner Lanatus had first given the orders to amass the force, seal off the area, and bring order to the city, a large portion of the police force was ready. Getting reports that there were heavily armed individuals and fierce gun battles, the officers were preparing themselves with their own guns and the Legion-issued shield. While not exactly the same as its cousin used by Roman Legionaries, the Police shield was none the less able to fully protect its user against most gunfire, including many rounds from an assault rifle. Also being used by the Police Force were modified APC's, designed to carry more police at the expense of some armor and mounted machine guns.
Now, however, a few more minutes had passed and some forces were ready to begin. The APCs took the lucky few who got to ride to the edge of the yard of the Yellow Mosque. While some APCs drove directly to the mosque, clouds of smoke clearly informing the drivers of the APC exactly where it was, others detoured around the main yard of the Yellow Mosque, dropping off the police units on the side. This provided the beginning of the "seal" that Commissioner Lanatus was looking for and many police officers had no idea exactly what the hell was happening, but they would come with an answer soon enough...
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Post by Ignatius on Jan 31, 2008 20:29:07 GMT -5
Yellow Mosque
Despite initially having some bit of trouble ripping off his "preacher disguise" from his large frame, Jack Wade managed to more or less maneuver himself through the chaotic scene of the Yellow Mosque before the Roman Police arrived to cordon the entire area off from the rest of Sarajevo. Despite being dangerously lightly armed (initially carrying only his tiny .38 caliber snub revolver), the CIA operative soon managed to pick up the AK-47 of a dead Serbian terrorist whom he had dropped several minutes earlier, and entered into the smouldering ruins of the building with assault rifle in hand.
*pop* *bang* *pop*
The sounds of gunfire and screaming could be heard throughout the badly damaged building, lighting up the building with the none-too-subtle orchestra of massacre and death. Obviously, the Serbs were still hard at work brutally slaughtering whatever living things they could find within the ruins of the once-magnificent Yellow Mosque, running from room to room gunning down all that they could see. Sounds of footsteps from an adjacent hallway alerted the venerable American agent moving silently through the dark, and gave Wade the chance to quietly shoulder his "liberated" weapon in favor of a.... subtler weapon.
"Death to the Bosnian scum!" bellowed a voice nearby, its footfalls steadily growing louder as his movements gradually came towards Wade's shadowy hiding spot, "Praise god, praise Ser-"
A violent knife thrust to the throat of the man prevented the Serb from finishing his string of gutteral curses and rants, with the seasoned CIA agent coldly slicing open the unfortunate Serb's throat in a ruthlessly efficient manner. While years of active duty within the shadowy spots of the globe (South Africa, Venezuela, the Philippines) had supposedly "hardened" the man's senses to this sort of brutality, Wade nonetheless felt a slight twinge of satisfaction in cutting the throat of this particular person, and let drop his victim after wiping the blade of his Sicilian switch-blade "letter opener" on the dead man's corpse.
Two gunshots from far away drew the American's attention towards a stairway leading to the Yellow Mosque's subterranean chambers, and caused Wade to move as swiftly as possible as he could down into the unlighted basement level. Yanking the captured AK-47 to shoulder level, Wade quietly made his way through the hallways of the Yellow Mosque's basement, taking care not to bump into the numerous pieces of debris littering the floor.
As he walked through the hallway a hand shot out from under a pile of collapsed plaster, grasping his ankle and nearly scaring the CIA agent 'shitless' by its abruptness. Fueled by a mixture of adrenaline and surprise, Wade brought the barrel of his AK-47 to bear on the head of the heavily wounded man before him, and was about to pull the trigger when he suddenly realized that he had, in fact, seen this man before.
"Lapo?"
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Post by Porcu on Feb 1, 2008 16:41:35 GMT -5
A grunt was the next thing muttered from Lapo's crushed body. He had been overjoyed to see that it was someone other than a Serbian who had entered the remains of the mosque and while he could not speak loud enough for Wade to hear him he felt that if he could at least grab his attention long enough then he wouldn't die alone.
The blast from the various high explosives that the Serbian terrorists had throw into the mosque had ripped through the hollow building like an wave in a bathtub. The waves of energy and heat created by the explosives had dispersed at first, instantly wiping out all who were in its general vicinity, and then bounced back and forth between the walls of the mosque creating an effect whereas no one inside the historic building was safe. During the last few seconds of consciousness, before everything went black for Lapo, all Lapo could think of was how he was carrying Izetbegovia along when a Bosnian came over to aid him in carrying the wounded leader. Lapo had let go of the Bosnian Army Faction leader for just a moment, still following directly behind the two men, when suddenly the roar of the explosives that had been thrown in engulfed his ears. The initial blast was enough to knock him down, as he was out of the initial kill zone of the blast, but soon the ancient stone walls reverberated the shock wave of the blast, cracking massive sections of the ceiling apart of which one large piece fell directly on Lapo. Unfortunately, the young MI6 operative had no chance, the massive weight of the ceiling collapsing on his already dazed body. The same fate apparently had not occurred to Izetbegovia, him and his assistant able to carry themselves onward seemingly without any bruises.
Wade had certainly been startled by the sudden grasping of his ankle, but after a moment could vaguely recognize what remained of Lapo's battered and bloodied face and body. At first it seemed a miracle that the collapse of the ceiling had not killed Lapo, but at this moment it might seem more merciful to end the misery of the young man. Wade had thought that Lapo had sustained heavy wounds; unfortunately that was not the case, as internal bleeding accompanied the already wounds Lapo had gotten. His time was limited.
"Jack....", Lapo said as loudly and clearly as he could from his position on the mosque's floor. Lapo muttered "Thank God" in Latin before asking in English "Where is Luigi?"
"Luigi?...Luigi is...coming...He'll be here..." ================================================
Luigi had noticed the rather large figure of Jack Wade waddling across the eastern side of the Yellow Mosque's yard before disappearing from view. Luigi deduced that Wade probably had ran into the interior of the mosque and decided to follow suit, not wishing to remain behind. Luigi gazed quickly over to his right, noticing a rather small group of Serbian terrorists who had still not fled or entered the mosque. Luigi knew there was not enough ammunition in the magazine of his acquired army pistol to take on all the Serbians and so when he thought a good moment had come he darted from his position behind one of the black vans and into the mosque.
He took a moment to stop and listen if the Serbs had seen him and were following once he ran behind one of the few standing support columns. Nothing. He let his heart settle back down momentarily before continuing into the mosque, where the smell of burn and rotting flesh nearly overwhelmed him, and eventually down into the mosque's basement. Once there he heard what the thought was Latin being spoken very faintly, the relatively faint sound having been echoed inside the narrow hallway of the basement.
"Who's there!", he shouted in Latin.
"Luigi? It's Jack...I'm here..."
Lowering his pistol from shoulder level, Luigi sprinted forward down the hallway managing to catch up to Wade and Lapo, who's time was nearly over. Wade and Luigi briefly traded smiles, both very happy to make it as far as they had alive, however the emotion of happiness was short-lived as Luigi's gaze soon dropped down to the figure of Lapo. Dropping his gun Luigi fell to his knees and fought back the waves of sadness, which were fighting there way up inside him. The next few moments were particularly hard for Luigi, who spoke to Lapo in Latin not intending for Wade to be lost in the conversation. Lapo died a few short seconds later, transpiring in the arms of Luigi and under a pile of plaster. Soon Luigi realized that time was still valuable; and so he stood mourning Lapo once more before turning to Jack.
"What is next?"
As Wade gave his answer the Provincial Roman Police managed to block off the entire area around the Yellow Mosque and keep both curious citizens and, just recently, members of the media outside and uninformed about the situation. Commissioner Lanatus had arrived and ordered that police officers would now comb the entire area, including the entire interior of the mosque to find whomever they were able to...
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Post by Ignatius on Feb 2, 2008 21:04:55 GMT -5
While he felt a twinge of sadness for the loss of the youngest man in the three-man intelligence team, Wade nonetheless directed his attention towards the task of escaping the Yellow Mosque, knowing full well that no good could be found in staying within the deathtrap. The police would undoubtedly storm the mosque within a matter of moment, bringing with them a furious firefight worthy of Armageddon.
"We've got to get out of here..." snapped Wade, grasping the Roman by the shoulder, "Rescuing Izetbegovina is not our primary objective, Luigi, and we cannot afford to have the details of this mission disclosed to anyone... not even the Roman press..."
Several more gunshots sounded off in the distance, bringing Wade once again to a position of utmost readiness, with the AK-47 rising into action on the CIA agent's shoulder. By now, the Serbs were beginning to pour into the basement level of the Yellow Mosque, and were within vision of the two surviving intelligence operatives. A brief burst of fire impacted several inches away from the two men, followed up by a torrent of yelling and cursing from the Serbian gunmen. Not wanting to let his assailants off without a scratch, the American fired wildly into the hallway, emptying his magazine within a matter of seconds.
"If I'm correct..." mumbled Wade, yanking Luigi off from Lapo's broken body, "There should be a sewer exit further down in this mosque's basement... If we can get the hell out of this mess before the Sarajevo police come in to stop this party, we'll at least be able to cut our losses and avoid completely blowing this assignment.. I definitely don't want to be caught in the crossfire when your 'copper' friends come in..."
Another burst of automatic weapons fire came dangerously close to colliding with Jack Wade's skull, and prompted the American agent to move with haste down the near pitch-black corridor. Reloading as quickly as his old hands could manipulate the weapon, Wade swiftly brought the barrel of his AK-47 back to bear on the intruders, and carefully let out several slow semiautomatic shots at the blurred figures moving towards him. Two men dropped from a pair of well-placed shots to the chest, flopping over loosely after being struck by the heavy bullets of Wade's 7.62x39mm bullets. Tossing his small .38 caliber snub revolver into the hands of the now unarmed MI6 agent, Wade carefully retreated further into the depths of the Yellow Mosque's basement, occasionally firing short bursts of fire to impede their pursuers and to cover the retreat.
After what seemed like a lifetime, the pair of men finally reached a small hole leading into the sewer main, blocked by a formidable iron grate.
"I've got a pair of speedloaders in my belt..." mumbled Wade, crouching down before Luigi, "and there should be a pocket blowtorch in there as well... If you can cut through that grating, we'll be able to escape out of this hellhole and pop up in the town center of Sarajevo..."
Firing several bullets, the CIA agent quickly rolled for cover behind a large piece of concrete that had been knocked off the wall during the explosion, barely avoiding a burst of fire that had been directed for him. The Serbs were quickly approaching the duo's location, and were letting their dislike show by blazing away furiously at the two operatives' position. Wade responded in kind by two long bursts of fully-automatic fire, forcing the opposing side to temporarily take cover behind whatever debris littered the basement floor.
"Hurry up..." growled Wade, swearing loudly when a loud *click* resounded from his weapon, "I'm running very low on ammo..."
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Post by Porcu on Feb 6, 2008 20:59:05 GMT -5
"I'm moving as fast as I can", Luigi barked back, the pressure obviously very high not only for the MI6 operative but the American CIA officer as well. Luigi figured that he'd need at least 30 seconds in order for the relatively small blowtorch to cut through the thick iron bars of the grate.
As the clinging of bullets resounded around his head, Luigi wished that he had not left his gun beside Lapo. It was impossible to retrieve it at this point and at first Luigi was having some trouble with the iron grate. Seconds felt like minutes, time seemingly had slowed to the point where it almost started going backwards, and in the current situation that Wade and Luigi were in Wade's anger was perfectly understandable.
"I'm running low damn it!", Wade yelled again taking one of the last remaining speedloaders and loading his gun for another round of fire.
The iron grate before them was quite old, from what Luigi gathered in the few split seconds he had available to notice, and had two rows of 4 thick iron bars.
15 seconds had passed. Only 3 bars had been cut through and Luigi could occasionally the footsteps of the Serbians quickly approaching their position. Luigi was soaked in sweat but now it started to bead around his eyes and nose, forcing him to wipe his eyes and his nose. 25 seconds had passed. 2 more bars had been cut and Luigi could begin to see the fruit of his labor, as a majority of the bars had been cut through and soon both he and Wade could escape. Another resounding *click* was heard from Wade's firearm and it was quickly followed by several words that Luigi had only heard in American movies.
The Serbians were getting closer, their AK-47s splashing lead bullets everywhere around the two intelligence operatives. Meanwhile, Wade had loaded the last of his speedloaders and was preparing for the next battle. Only 2 bars left now. Luigi could hear his heart beating like it was about to explode and having never noticed it until this point it actually scared him for a brief second. Only 1 bar left. Luigi lifted the blowtorch from the second-to-last bar to the last one and began the process again when suddenly a sharp pain burst through his leg. In the last few seconds his entire attention and focus had been on the iron grate and making sure to completely cut through the bars and in that time he had not noticed the loud bursts of automatic fire from the AK-47. Problem was that one of the AK-47 bullets had managed to perfectly ricochet off of the concrete wall and through Luigi's leg. The bullet itself had enough force that it sped right through the leg, which was a good thing, but the wound still hurt and Luigi's brain was now just processing what had happened.
Luigi shouted, falling the ground in pain. Wade didn't look back at Luigi, knowing full well that something bad had happened, but kept his attention focused on the Serbians approaching them. Luigi gazed back up at the iron grate and saw that he only had a small piece to finish before a sizable hole had been made for them to fit through. Biting down hard Luigi stood back up, the pain in his right leg almost unbearable, and after shifting weight to his left foot he continued. 7 seconds later Wade heard a loud metallic clang and Luigi's encouraging voice.
"Done!"
Just as the two operatives were exiting they heard the sounds of additional footsteps, though these were much louder and accompanying the footsteps were instructions being barked in Latin. The Provincial Police had finally caught up to them, scurrying their way through the mosque and probably already having disposed of several Serbian terrorists, there being no way that they would surrender themselves. The Serbians who had been chasing after Wade and Luigi also heard this new visitor and after realizing who it was they abandoned their effort for the two operatives; instead turning their remaining ammunition against the police. However, they were massacred much in the same way that they had massacred the Bosnians only 45 minutes ago.
Wade and Luigi, on the other hand, were safe for now as they popped up through the iron grate and into the streets of Sarajevo...
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Post by Ignatius on Feb 8, 2008 23:54:50 GMT -5
OOC - Guys, I'm really sorry about my slowness, but my life is swamped with personal relations and stuff. Bear with me.. ;D
Sarajevo Yellow Mosque
Izetbegovina, now reunited with several of his loyal followers within the Yellow Mosque's basement, had by now managed to arm his group of haggard Bosnians with several Bosnian Army Faction pistols hidden away within the nether regions of the holy structure, and was mounting a heroic defense of the Yellow Mosque when the feverous exchange of gunfire between the small group of BAF and Serbian Militia was interrupted by the explosive blasts of Sarajevo Police flashbangs. Flashes of reddish-orange blinded both Serb and Bosnian alike, with the force of the minature explosions disorienting the two rivals long enough for the Sarajevo Police to storm the basement of the mosque. Pouring through the narrow staircase with ballistic shield and submachine guns at ready, the impressive Roman policement cutting down the dazed and confused Serbian terrorists with well-aimed bursts of submachine gun fire.
"It's the police!" bellowed Izetbegovina in Bosnian, waving his Glock pistol in the air joyfully, "Be sure not t-"
The explosion of a flashbag grenade hurled into the room of fighting Bosnians immediately silenced the Bosnian leader, bursting just several feet away from the right side of his face. Almost immediately, Izetbegovina could feel the drums of both his ears explode painfully, with his vision quickly fading away within heartbeats into the white nothingness of blindness. Stumbling forward with a pistol still in his hand, the blind, deaf, and dumb man groped wildly about for something to steady his senseless body, and fell upon the hard concrete ground after tripping over a piece of debris.
"Don't shoot!!" screamed Izetbegovina wildly in Bosnian, waving his pistol-wielding arm in the air, "We're Bosnians, not Serbs!!"
A burst of automatic gunfire forever silenced the venerable militant, fired by a pair of over-anxious policement accidentally mistaking Izetbegovina for a Serbian terrorist. Almost immediately, the room was illuminated with the muzzle flashes of the overly-jumpy policement gunning down the roomful of utterly shocked Bosnian militiamen. Not knowing what to do, the surviving Bosnians fired several rounds into the ranks of the Sarajevo Police Force, wounding several men before being shot down themselves.... ------------------------------------------ Sarajevo
Despite nursing several minor wounds earned in their rough passage through the sewers of Sarajevo, Jack Wade and his MI6 counterpart managed to more or less escape Sarajevo's now cordoned Yellow Mosque without attracting too much attention to themselves, popping up through a sewer main in Central Sarajevo after several minutes were spent navigating the subterranean tunnels. Wade, having conveniently packed a small roll of gauze, had effectively stopped the flow of blood from Luigi's leg wound, slowly helping along his wounded comrade climb up the long row of rungs that led to the comfort of daylight.
"Keep on going, pal..." muttered Wade, gently pushing the wounded Roman up through the opening of the main, "But take it easy.."
Shoving Luigi through the opening, Wade slowly pulled himself through to the surface, easily managing to stand upright in the middle of the car-clogged street despite having been subjected to several tense minutes of utter confusion and danger. Pulling his friend to his feet, Wade slowly helped the wounded man limp through the mass of cars congesting the road, going so far as to even flip an exasperated Roman driver off after recieving a loud *honk* from the offending vehicle.
"Fuck off!" hissed the American, flashing a very recognizable symbol that was easily understood by the Latin-speaking driver, "Can't you see we're walking here?"
Despite receiving several odd stares from the passing pedestrians within Sarajevo, Wade calmly set Luigi down onto an adjacent public bench several feet away from the street curb of the sidewalk, slowly pulling out a black cell-phone from his belt in the process. Scowling nastily at several onlookers, the American operative quickly punched in several numbers into the keypad of his cellphone, bringing the device to his ear in the process.
"Hello?" spoke Wade, cupping his hands over his right ear, "Yes... This is Jack..."
"Frank.... I need an immediate pickup at the corner of 21st and Raphael.... Yes.... I don't doubt that you've saw that shit unfold on the news...."
"Bring a medical team, while you're at it...."
Within a matter of minutes, a trio of black vans screeched to a stop in front of Jack and Luigi's location, with a dozen black-suited men immediately exiting the vehicles and making for the two intelligence operatives. Clad in an impressive black suit and packing identical .45 caliber pistols in a leather side holster strapped to their sides, the (obviously) American agents wordlessly picked up the wounded Latin and deposited him into the interior of the rear-most vehicle where a team of medical staffers awaited. Motioning for Wade to follow them, the Americans re-entered their vehicles with the same air of nonchalance and soberness, pausing only to allow Wade access to Luigi's van.
Setting himself down on one of the van's leather seats, the aging CIA operative gave out a groan of disappointment as his slowly stretched his now aching body inside the spacious vehicle. Yanking an ice-cold 'American' beer from the offering hands of one mustachioed CIA agent, the venerable man loudly gulped down several mouthfuls of beer before passing it down to the wounded Luigi and leaning back onto his seat.
"Bad stuff, Frank..." greeted Wade, nodding towards the mustchioed CIA agent before him, "One dead, one wounded, and one barely here...."
"This sure as hell can't possibly lead to anything 'good'...."
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Post by Porcu on Feb 11, 2008 21:38:10 GMT -5
PBC Evening News
"Welcome to the PBC. I'm your host Luigi Barra and here are the stories making news throughout the Republic and throughout the world...
Massive gunfire, along with the screams of women and children, ripped through the air of Sarajevo yesterday when Serbian fundamentalists brutally attacked a large Bosnian congregation in front of the historic Yellow Mosque in the Senatorial Province of Bosnia-Herzegovina. What had begun as a peaceful protest against the Roman occupation of "Muslim Bosnia" turned into a barbaric bloodbath in a matter of seconds. Details of the attack are still being discovered by police and no new information has been passed on to the media.
Alija Izetbegovia, the man shown here *Video of Izetbegovia's speech* speaking to the Bosnian (Muslim) crowd, had clashed with local Roman officials before and according to the Provincial Governor, Gaius Cassius, the actions of Izetbegovia, including the assembly, protestation, and speech, were all completely legal. This is of no relevance, however, as his body was discovered among the thousands inside the mosque's rubbled remains and according to Sarajevo police Izetbegovia and other members of the so-called "Bosnian Army Faction", an organization that MI6 has labeled as a terrorist organization, shot at police while they were attempting to clear out the mosque and the surrounding area.
It is estimated that it will take several weeks before all of the victims and the perpetrators of the attack can be identified. Governor Cass...
*Zoop*
The television screen went black as the picture of the handsome PBC news anchor disappeared from sight. Commissioner Gnaeus Lanatus shut off the television while turning around in his swivel chair, gazing out the glass window of his office and out into the main area of the Police Headquarters.
He, just like many all across the Republic, were confused as to why such a horrible event could happen. But, alas, those individuals were the ignorant ones, people who had no idea of the long history and mutual hatred that the Christian Serbs had towards the Muslim Bosnians. Because Commissioner Lanatus was the main person in charge of security within the Province he had already come under heavy fire for letting "a catastrophe of this magnitude" occur. Senator Maximinius Servus, in particular, had already sent a personal letter to the Commissioner heavily criticizing his "methods" and also had already spoken publicly about the incident. The Commissioner knew it was politics, particularly because Senator Servus was trying to build some momentum going into the national elections for Consul.
Lanatus had not taken notice that during his train of thought he had zoned out and was staring directly through the glass window at one of the officers. The officer, becoming a little uncomfortable, eventually thought that the Commissioner wished to have a word with him and so he rose from his seat and made his way over to Lanatus' office. Knocking twice freed the Commissioner from his train of thought and while Lanatus had no idea why an officer was at his door he waved them in.
"Did you wish to have a word with me, Commissioner?"
"No, why?"
"Oh...Well, I thought..."
"It's alright. Now that your here though...What have you to report?"
"Well, from the questioning we've done on people who claim to have good information the only thing we know is that the vans used were bought on the coast and then driven here to Sarajevo. The terrorists were all Serbian nationals but we still don't know where they got their weapons from."
"Is that it?"
"Yes and no...Just a few minutes ago a man called in saying that he had seen two men crawl out from a sewer and onto the street. He said both were battered and one seemed to have a wound to the leg, while the other gave him the bird...Also, just now another call has come in about some more black vans cruising around town and, from what we've been able to put together with the descriptions given, is that these vans picked up the same individuals who the earlier call reported..."
Commissioner Lanatus' eyes widened as he thought this surely was the break he was looking for and if he could close on this opportunity a brand new light could be shown upon him.
"I want all police officers to patrol every single nook and cranny of this city...If we must we'll close down the city: no one in, no one out!..."
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