Head Agent's Office, INDF Headquarters, Demarque
28 June, 1999, 1912 hours
Robert sat back in his leather armchair, his hand over his face. Would Eusebio and the other agents misunderstand what he had just did? It was true that he was giving information to the AF, but that was so to distract the AF from the bigger picture: the manufacturing of the most powerful biological weapon in the history of mankind. Tricking the AF into believing him to be a mole who works for them undercover in the INDF, Robert was engineering things in such a way that the AF would be distracted from making its bio weapon. However, he did not know if the INDF would understand his intentions. Letting the INDF know of this would only complicate things further as they would stop him from communicating with the AF for "security" reasons. He would reveal all when the right time comes.
Picking up his phone, he dialed Eusebio, "Hey man, I just received information that the AF are mounting a tough defence along the northern wall. Infiltrate the warehouse using the sewage system and take them out from behind. Good luck."
"Got it, Robert. Thanks. I've taken note of that. Take care."
Airspace over France
29 June, 1999, 0103 hours
The INDF helicopter glided silently in the air as it headed toward the Parisian suburb of Nanterre. Mission briefing had started and the agents were getting ready for action.
"Here's the plan," Eusebio said as he activated a holo-map of Paris and its suburbs,"First, we come in through the sewage system from this manhole here." He pointed to a red dot on the western end of Nanterre.
"The warehouse's sewage system is connected to this sewage pipe here. If we succeed, we should reach the pipe on the second floor. We exit from this opening here. The guards will be stationed on the northern wall so we should not encounter much resistance. Once we kill all the guards, we plant C4s on the side of the storage room. There will be three getaway cars positioned just outside the factory. Once we reach the pick-up point, we detonate the C4s. The cars will also have to be destroyed to eliminate any evidence. This helicopter will pick us up at the pick-up point and Violá! We will be on our way home!"
The agents then proceeded to equip themselves with weapons and gear. Eusebio took his trusty P90, an AK-107, and a M-16.
Sewage system underneath warehouse, Nanterre
29 June, 1999, 0149 hours
"Whew! It stinks in here!" One of the agents, Wang, puffed.
"Duh, of course! Its a sewer!" Allen rolled his eyes.
Eusebio raised his hand, "Quiet! We are nearing the pipe. Any sound would be heard by the guards!"
They crept silently, trying not to make any sound. Soon, they saw the opening through which they were supposed to exit. Reaching the opening, Eusebio peeped out to see if there were any guards around.
"Clear! Move! Move!" Eusebio ordered as the agents fanned out into the room. Gripping his P90, Eusebio moved towards the doorway. His M-16 and AK-107 were strapped to back and his thigh holsters were filled with numerous pistols and other weapons, so weapons and ammo was no problem.
Suddenly, gunfire exploded from the end of corridor, forcing Eusebio to jump back into the room to avoid being hit.
"Oh *%&$! Take cover!" Eusebio shouted as he loaded his P90. Using a mirror to see the enemy positions, Eusebio could make out the body armour and weaponry of his assailants. Only one group in the world carried the Colt M4A1 assault rifle as its main weapon.
The PSAF-- the President's Special Assault Forces, pronounced "saf"-- was the very best military special forces unit in the world. The PSAF only answered to the American President and were licensed to kill anybody deemed to be an enemy of the President or America on sight. They possessed one of the best body armour and their Colt M4A1 assault rifles could fire 700 rpm. From a previous cooperation, Eusebio knew that ordinary people would not want a confrontation with the PSAF. However, Eusebio was not an ordinary person.
Knowing that the PSAF would quickly move down the hall and cut off any escape, Eusebio formed a plan and quickly gave instructions. The men nodded and proceeded to fulfill their roles.
Five PSAF men entered the room, guns pointing in every direction. They moved in a pentagram formation, each man facing outwards. They didn't see David's IMI Galil sticking out of the grill covering the entrance to the sewer, nor did they leave the room alive.
Hearing the gunshots, Marcus Lewey, the commander of the PSAF unit, ordered another five men into the room. Seeing their dead comrades on the floor, they changed formation, moving along the wall in single file.
At the other end of the L-shaped room, Allen, Wang, and Eusebio readied their weapons. When the first PSAF man spotted them, Wang threw his flashbang grenade. Due to their agent glasses and ear plugs, the three INDF agents were not affected by the flashbang. Allen's Saiga-12 shotgun blasted the PSAF men to the floor while Eusebio's P90 and Wang's Bushmaster M17S assault rifle ensured no survivors.
By this time, Lewey was growing impatient. Although ten deaths were a small loss, he decided to finish those INDF agents once and for all. He sent in two men armed with Colt Commando rifles with AAI M203 grenade launchers attached and eight men armed with MP-5s. Eusebio had anticipated this move and sent an emergency signal to the David and his ten agents hiding in the pipe. They moved out of the opening and set up a special defence equipment made exclusively for INDF agents. The DS-359 was a special force-field like shield that could withstand grenade blasts. Eusebio, Allen, and Wang joined in and successfully completed the task before the PSAF men reached the room.
The two PSAF men with the grenade launchers fired in two grenades. "BOOOOMMM!" Smoke filled the room and the explosion rocked the ground. However, the DS-359 shield was not the least affected. The PSAF men entered the room and started firing wildly, hoping to hit a target in all that smoke. With the shield protecting them from the bullets, the agents moved towards the door, guns up.
"BLAM!"
Lewey heard the sound just as he saw the PSAF men fly backwards out of the room. Allen's Sledgehammer was at work. Seeing that, Lewey ordered his men to retreat back to the stairway. He knew that trying to penetrate the DS-359 was almost impossible, so he had to wait for its one-minute time limit to expire before he could fire any killing shot.
Back in the room, Eusebio's brain was bursting with questions. Why were the PSAF attacking them when the INDF was the PSAF's closest ally? Why in the world was the PSAF here? Was America secretly backing the AF? Could the President be on some mysterious business? Could the PSAF be there to try to eliminate the explosives as well as everyone at the warehouse? No time to answer questions, he thought.
Head Agent's Office, INDF Headquarters, Demarque
29 June, 1999, 0125 hours
"What?!! The PSAF are there and they're attacking you?"Robert was shocked as Eusebio related the events that had just unfolded. Alban had not told him of the presence of the PSAF. Possibly he did not know too? This whole situation was getting a bit complicated and mysterious. The PSAF could be there on private killing business from the President, but how could the President pit himself against the INDF and the UN? He had to warn Derrick.
Warehouse, Nanterre, Paris
29 June, 1999, 0127 hours
The DS-359 shield had already long fizzled out and it had to take about another hour before it could be recharged to working capacity again. Eusebio knew that he had to face the PSAF head on. Although he knew that the senior agents would not have much of a problem, the junior agents were definitely outmatched by the superior PSAF soldiers. In addition, the AF guards would have certainly heard the gunshots and would be on the way. It would be two forces against one, or every force for itself. Eusebio did not know if the PSAF were on the AF's side or not, but was forced to make a very hard decision. One that could have dire consequences for the fourteen-men INDF unit. However, there was no other way out. It was make it or break it time.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Galaxy At War: World At Ransom, Chapter 7
INDF Headquarters, Demarque
28 June, 1999, 1729 hours
"My, my! Look what we got here!" Eusebio fingered the listening bug. "Looks like the mole theory is right!"
"Darn it all! Then whoever than !#%#^&* is will know that we're after him and will take more caution!" Allen growled as he slammed his fist on the table in frustration.
"Wait. There's good news," David examined the bug. "This listening bug is a very old-fashioned model. It records the conversation, stores it in a small tape in this bug, and then is retrieved by its owner. We could hide and see who gets the tape. The person who retrieves the tape is most likely the mole or a person working for the mole. In either case, that person must be captured and..."
"...Executed," Eusebio sighed. "I wish we really don't have to do this. But for the sake of the entire organization and the world, we must."
The foursome discussed their plan of capturing the mole. Eusebio would hide behind the pillar opposite the meeting room and observe, David would guard at the lift lobby, Allen would guard the stairs, Robert would initiate security, and Derrick would clear the area.
Jonathan the janitor was having such a great day! He had just been promised a raise and he was happily sweeping the floor, singing silently to himself. Walking into the meeting room to do his routine cleanup, he was unaware of the watchful eyes watching him from behind the pillar. After he dusted the table, Jonathan noticed the listening bug just right where it originally was. (Eusebio had put it back there.) Jonathan did not know what that listening bug was, so he decided to report it to security.
Leaving the room, Jonathan headed for the security department. Suddenly, he felt the cold muzzle of a Desert Eagle pistol pressed against the back of his head.
"Jonathan! Put the bug down and raise your hands in the air!" Eusebio snarled.
"Eusebio? What is happening?! What is this? Why am I being arrested?" Jonathan was puzzled. He thought that this was a joke from Eusebio. "Is this some sort of joke?"
"Don't pretend to not know anything! Anyway, you are just a suspect. We have yet to verify if you are an enemy," Eusebio snapped handcuffs around Jonathan's hands.
"Suspect! What am I being suspected of?! I'm innocent! I just went in to clean the room and I found this object! I don't even have a clue of what it is!" Jonathan cried, surprised and shocked at the sudden turn of events.
"We have a mole in the INDF. I'm sorry I have to do this, Jonathan," Eusebio sighed sadly.
"Don't worry! I will prove my innocence!" Jonathan smiled.
After the interrogation, Eusebio discussed Jonathan's innocence with the intelligence head, Viktor Reznov.
"How were the results?"
"Well, our tests prove that Jonathan may not be the mole," Reznov stated, "He passed the lie-detector test, he doesn't even know what a listening bug is, he passed the truth serum test, and CCTV records show that he did not look around or go straight for the bug. Normally, moles make sure that no one is around them before quickly recovering the bug. Jonathan did not do any of these. I vouch for the fact that Jonathan is innocent."
"Hhhmmmm. Seems plausible. Jonathan has been with us even before the AF was formed," Eusebio thought aloud, "He has stayed here on Demarque for the whole time. I doubt that the AF could even corrupt him here."
Head Agent's Office, INDF Headquarters, Demarque
28 June, 1999, 1908 hours
"So Jonathan's innocent?" Robert sat back in his chair as Eusebio entered the office.
"Yep! Thankfully so. I was shocked," Eusebio took his seat, "What's up? Another mission?"
"You're a mind reader, Eusebio! Haha! No wonder you're so good. Yes. We have successfully traced the missing explosives to an abandoned warehouse in a suburb of Paris. You, David, and Allen will be sent there to destroy those explosives again before they are sent to the AF."
"Got it."
Nanterre (suburb of Paris), France
28 June, 1999, 1910 hours
Jean Alban was the head of AF operations at the abandoned warehouse. Barking orders at the workers and carrying a Steyr AUG assault rifle, he was not one to be disobeyed.
Alban's phone rang.
"Hello?" Alban said in his low, rough voice.
"Hello Alban, my friend! I have some information for you. The INDF will be sending a strike team of three to destroy your explosives. They will be coming from the northern wall. Get your defences ready. Show no mercy."
"Yes, Durango."
28 June, 1999, 1729 hours
"My, my! Look what we got here!" Eusebio fingered the listening bug. "Looks like the mole theory is right!"
"Darn it all! Then whoever than !#%#^&* is will know that we're after him and will take more caution!" Allen growled as he slammed his fist on the table in frustration.
"Wait. There's good news," David examined the bug. "This listening bug is a very old-fashioned model. It records the conversation, stores it in a small tape in this bug, and then is retrieved by its owner. We could hide and see who gets the tape. The person who retrieves the tape is most likely the mole or a person working for the mole. In either case, that person must be captured and..."
"...Executed," Eusebio sighed. "I wish we really don't have to do this. But for the sake of the entire organization and the world, we must."
The foursome discussed their plan of capturing the mole. Eusebio would hide behind the pillar opposite the meeting room and observe, David would guard at the lift lobby, Allen would guard the stairs, Robert would initiate security, and Derrick would clear the area.
Jonathan the janitor was having such a great day! He had just been promised a raise and he was happily sweeping the floor, singing silently to himself. Walking into the meeting room to do his routine cleanup, he was unaware of the watchful eyes watching him from behind the pillar. After he dusted the table, Jonathan noticed the listening bug just right where it originally was. (Eusebio had put it back there.) Jonathan did not know what that listening bug was, so he decided to report it to security.
Leaving the room, Jonathan headed for the security department. Suddenly, he felt the cold muzzle of a Desert Eagle pistol pressed against the back of his head.
"Jonathan! Put the bug down and raise your hands in the air!" Eusebio snarled.
"Eusebio? What is happening?! What is this? Why am I being arrested?" Jonathan was puzzled. He thought that this was a joke from Eusebio. "Is this some sort of joke?"
"Don't pretend to not know anything! Anyway, you are just a suspect. We have yet to verify if you are an enemy," Eusebio snapped handcuffs around Jonathan's hands.
"Suspect! What am I being suspected of?! I'm innocent! I just went in to clean the room and I found this object! I don't even have a clue of what it is!" Jonathan cried, surprised and shocked at the sudden turn of events.
"We have a mole in the INDF. I'm sorry I have to do this, Jonathan," Eusebio sighed sadly.
"Don't worry! I will prove my innocence!" Jonathan smiled.
After the interrogation, Eusebio discussed Jonathan's innocence with the intelligence head, Viktor Reznov.
"How were the results?"
"Well, our tests prove that Jonathan may not be the mole," Reznov stated, "He passed the lie-detector test, he doesn't even know what a listening bug is, he passed the truth serum test, and CCTV records show that he did not look around or go straight for the bug. Normally, moles make sure that no one is around them before quickly recovering the bug. Jonathan did not do any of these. I vouch for the fact that Jonathan is innocent."
"Hhhmmmm. Seems plausible. Jonathan has been with us even before the AF was formed," Eusebio thought aloud, "He has stayed here on Demarque for the whole time. I doubt that the AF could even corrupt him here."
Head Agent's Office, INDF Headquarters, Demarque
28 June, 1999, 1908 hours
"So Jonathan's innocent?" Robert sat back in his chair as Eusebio entered the office.
"Yep! Thankfully so. I was shocked," Eusebio took his seat, "What's up? Another mission?"
"You're a mind reader, Eusebio! Haha! No wonder you're so good. Yes. We have successfully traced the missing explosives to an abandoned warehouse in a suburb of Paris. You, David, and Allen will be sent there to destroy those explosives again before they are sent to the AF."
"Got it."
Nanterre (suburb of Paris), France
28 June, 1999, 1910 hours
Jean Alban was the head of AF operations at the abandoned warehouse. Barking orders at the workers and carrying a Steyr AUG assault rifle, he was not one to be disobeyed.
Alban's phone rang.
"Hello?" Alban said in his low, rough voice.
"Hello Alban, my friend! I have some information for you. The INDF will be sending a strike team of three to destroy your explosives. They will be coming from the northern wall. Get your defences ready. Show no mercy."
"Yes, Durango."
Galaxy At War: World At Ransom, Chapter 6
INDF Headquarters, Demarque
Demarque was a mysterious, secret underwater island located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. In fact, it is not even a “true” island. It is actually an underwater island with a huge plasma shield surrounding it, thus enabling maximum visibility and air. Some of the INDF agents even spend much of their free time observing the underwater life around the station. The island has its own air supply, so cars and other forms of transportation could move freely on the island. Due to the island being underwater, all vehicles, planes, trucks, etc. were able to move underwater. Numerous guard ships patrolled the surface above the island and agent submarines guarded the waters surrounding Demarque. The submarines also served as docking bays for the agent vehicles, aqua helicopters, planes, etc. After those have finished docking, the submarine will transport those back into the safety behind the shields of Demarque.
The INDF headquarters was stationed right at the center of the island and was a hexagonal 20-storey building. The lower 15 floors were the agent offices while the highest 5 floors were only accessible to the best, most senior agents and the upper echelons of the INDF.
Eusebio and Allen barged into the meeting room located at the highest floor. Robert, David, and the INDF director were already seated.
“Eusebio! Allen! You came just in time,” Derrick Stone, the INDF director, greeted.
“Whew! Mr. Stone! David! Robert! Something to do with the missing explosives at Khari factory, I suppose,” Eusebio huffed. “It’d better be worth the rush!”
“Absolutely, Eusebio. And not just that. Have you also ever wondered why Dmitri was prepared for you and planted that C4 explosive at that door?” Robert raised an eyebrow.
“You suspect a mole?”
“Who wouldn’t?”
Eusebio fell back into his chair, shocked. “After all we agents have been through, I thought we’ve become a sort of family. We would betray us?!”
“We don’t know yet, Eusebio. My hunch tells me that it’s most likely a recruit. We could have unknowingly recruited an AF mole,” David rubbed his chin.
“Hmm. That could be true. When I was an active agent, there were a few recruits who were really enemy moles. They were soon found out, but the damage was already done. Whoever it is, we must find he or she out before any further damage is done,” Derrick frowned.
The four men continued their discussion, unaware of the tiny listening bug placed at the corner of the room...
28 June, 1999, 1550 hours
Demarque was a mysterious, secret underwater island located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. In fact, it is not even a “true” island. It is actually an underwater island with a huge plasma shield surrounding it, thus enabling maximum visibility and air. Some of the INDF agents even spend much of their free time observing the underwater life around the station. The island has its own air supply, so cars and other forms of transportation could move freely on the island. Due to the island being underwater, all vehicles, planes, trucks, etc. were able to move underwater. Numerous guard ships patrolled the surface above the island and agent submarines guarded the waters surrounding Demarque. The submarines also served as docking bays for the agent vehicles, aqua helicopters, planes, etc. After those have finished docking, the submarine will transport those back into the safety behind the shields of Demarque.
The INDF headquarters was stationed right at the center of the island and was a hexagonal 20-storey building. The lower 15 floors were the agent offices while the highest 5 floors were only accessible to the best, most senior agents and the upper echelons of the INDF.
Eusebio and Allen barged into the meeting room located at the highest floor. Robert, David, and the INDF director were already seated.
“Eusebio! Allen! You came just in time,” Derrick Stone, the INDF director, greeted.
“Whew! Mr. Stone! David! Robert! Something to do with the missing explosives at Khari factory, I suppose,” Eusebio huffed. “It’d better be worth the rush!”
“Absolutely, Eusebio. And not just that. Have you also ever wondered why Dmitri was prepared for you and planted that C4 explosive at that door?” Robert raised an eyebrow.
“You suspect a mole?”
“Who wouldn’t?”
Eusebio fell back into his chair, shocked. “After all we agents have been through, I thought we’ve become a sort of family. We would betray us?!”
“We don’t know yet, Eusebio. My hunch tells me that it’s most likely a recruit. We could have unknowingly recruited an AF mole,” David rubbed his chin.
“Hmm. That could be true. When I was an active agent, there were a few recruits who were really enemy moles. They were soon found out, but the damage was already done. Whoever it is, we must find he or she out before any further damage is done,” Derrick frowned.
The four men continued their discussion, unaware of the tiny listening bug placed at the corner of the room...
Monday, April 23, 2012
Galaxy At War: World At Ransom, Chapter 5
Head Agent's Office, INDF Headquarters, Demarque
28 June, 1999, 1230 hours
Eusebio calmly sat in the leather chair opposite Robert Durango.
"Hehe, I enjoyed the shocked look on Dmitri's face when he couldn't find my supposedly dead body in the Khari Factory." Eusebio smiled. "I was glad when I finally came out of hiding and overloaded his body with bullets."
"I see. Dmitri was the guard that killed Zumba. You must be glad to give him the 'worst death' then." Robert chuckled.
"Not really. It did not really feel as good as I then thought it would be. I have changed, Robert." Eusebio sighed. Indeed, Eusebio had changed. Compared to his tall, thin frame during that mission to Namibia, he was now muscular and and supremely fit. His sad brown eyes were now piercing and bright. Also, he now spared selected enemies on his missions, albeit bringing them to a INDF rehabilitation center in Oslo, Norway. However, if the mission required no survivors, he obliged.
Agent Residences, Demarque
28 June, 1999, 1504 hours
Eusebio sat at the coffeeshop located on the first floor of the Agent Residences. He had ordered two lattes, the other being for...
Allen smiled at Eusebio as he took his seat.
"So? Have you forgiven me regarding the sparing of Dmitri?" Eusebio stirred his latte, giving Allen a quizzical, almost humorous look.
"Oh, man. That was years ago, dude! Of course! Anyway, you already finished the Dmitri guy off. Of course I forgive you! I did that the day after the incident, you know," Allen leaned back in his chair, smiling.
"Well, you didn't tell me until now..." Eusebio gave a mock frown and raised his eyebrow, "You irresponsible man, you left me guilty for over 5 years!"
"You knew didn't you?" Allen look surprised.
"What do you think?!" Eusebio feigned disgust.
"No...?" Allen quizzed.
"Of course I know you dumbbell!" Eusebio chuckled. The i-am-not-impressed look on Allen's face was a funny sight to see. "How about David?" Eusebio asked between spurts of laughter.
"Yes, but I might decide to rescind that decision..." Allen glared at Eusebio.
"Now, now, don't take this too heart. Your facial expression is mightily amusing!" Eusebio sputtered as he tried to stop laughing.
"Just joking! Haha! Got you!" Allen stuck his tongue out.
"Got me for what?" Eusebio said, "You have your brain in a twist, Allen. You don't really know what is a joke."
Before Allen could answer, however, Eusebio's agent phone rang. Picking it up, he immediately became serious.
"What was that all about?" Allen asked after Eusebio ended the call, "What happened?"
"David called from headquarters. Seems like a serious situation to me. He was rushing so he did not have time to give me the full details. We'd better head to HQ now."
"Oh! Then we really better get going!"
Both Eusebio and Allen put the empty cups back on the counter, thanked the cashier, and sprinted towards Eusebio's car and drove into the distance...
28 June, 1999, 1230 hours
Eusebio calmly sat in the leather chair opposite Robert Durango.
"Hehe, I enjoyed the shocked look on Dmitri's face when he couldn't find my supposedly dead body in the Khari Factory." Eusebio smiled. "I was glad when I finally came out of hiding and overloaded his body with bullets."
"I see. Dmitri was the guard that killed Zumba. You must be glad to give him the 'worst death' then." Robert chuckled.
"Not really. It did not really feel as good as I then thought it would be. I have changed, Robert." Eusebio sighed. Indeed, Eusebio had changed. Compared to his tall, thin frame during that mission to Namibia, he was now muscular and and supremely fit. His sad brown eyes were now piercing and bright. Also, he now spared selected enemies on his missions, albeit bringing them to a INDF rehabilitation center in Oslo, Norway. However, if the mission required no survivors, he obliged.
Agent Residences, Demarque
28 June, 1999, 1504 hours
Eusebio sat at the coffeeshop located on the first floor of the Agent Residences. He had ordered two lattes, the other being for...
Allen smiled at Eusebio as he took his seat.
"So? Have you forgiven me regarding the sparing of Dmitri?" Eusebio stirred his latte, giving Allen a quizzical, almost humorous look.
"Oh, man. That was years ago, dude! Of course! Anyway, you already finished the Dmitri guy off. Of course I forgive you! I did that the day after the incident, you know," Allen leaned back in his chair, smiling.
"Well, you didn't tell me until now..." Eusebio gave a mock frown and raised his eyebrow, "You irresponsible man, you left me guilty for over 5 years!"
"You knew didn't you?" Allen look surprised.
"What do you think?!" Eusebio feigned disgust.
"No...?" Allen quizzed.
"Of course I know you dumbbell!" Eusebio chuckled. The i-am-not-impressed look on Allen's face was a funny sight to see. "How about David?" Eusebio asked between spurts of laughter.
"Yes, but I might decide to rescind that decision..." Allen glared at Eusebio.
"Now, now, don't take this too heart. Your facial expression is mightily amusing!" Eusebio sputtered as he tried to stop laughing.
"Just joking! Haha! Got you!" Allen stuck his tongue out.
"Got me for what?" Eusebio said, "You have your brain in a twist, Allen. You don't really know what is a joke."
Before Allen could answer, however, Eusebio's agent phone rang. Picking it up, he immediately became serious.
"What was that all about?" Allen asked after Eusebio ended the call, "What happened?"
"David called from headquarters. Seems like a serious situation to me. He was rushing so he did not have time to give me the full details. We'd better head to HQ now."
"Oh! Then we really better get going!"
Both Eusebio and Allen put the empty cups back on the counter, thanked the cashier, and sprinted towards Eusebio's car and drove into the distance...
Galaxy At War: World At Ransom, Chapter 4
Airspace over the Atlantic
16 June, 1997, 0430 hours
The situation was not good. Zumba was losing plenty of blood. David and Eusebio were desperately trying to staunch the blood pouring from the wound on Zumba's abdomen.
"Fly faster! We must get Zumba to the hospital on Demarque as soon as possible! We're losing him!" Eusebio screamed at the pilot, Allen Johnson. The bandage that David had used to wrap the wound in was crimson red and Zumba's lips were pale.
"I'm trying my best! We're at maximum speed! The good news is that Demarque is about an hour away!" Allen was nervously sweating. He was extremely anxious. Zumba was one of his closest friends in the INDF and Allen was not ready to let him go that easily. He was angry that the helicopter could not go any faster.
True enough, Demarque was in sight about an hour later. Zumba was whisked into the emergency operating room, leaving Allen, David, and Eusebio questioning what went wrong during the mission.
"You shouldn't have let that b****** live!" Allen roared as he smashed his fist hard onto the wall. Eusebio remained silent, but he was steaming inside. He seriously regretted sparing that guard. "If I get my hands on that !@.^%#@, I will give him one of the worst deaths ever!" he snarled to himself.
Soon, the doctor came out shaking his head. Zumba had lost too much blood and had passed on. Allen, after hearing the news, glared at David and Eusebio before running off, tears streaking down his face. David simply walked off, leaving Eusebio with his fists clenched. Without Zumba, the files they had just retrieved hours earlier was useless. The files were simply the records of the recruiting office. Not really useful information. Zumba was the only one who knew of the AF's plans. What made it worse was that Zumba was Eusebio's favorite mentor who taught him the basics of computer hacking.
This ill-fated mission taught Eusebio to kill every target, not leaving any survivors behind. And that was his policy for more than 2 years.
16 June, 1997, 0430 hours
The situation was not good. Zumba was losing plenty of blood. David and Eusebio were desperately trying to staunch the blood pouring from the wound on Zumba's abdomen.
"Fly faster! We must get Zumba to the hospital on Demarque as soon as possible! We're losing him!" Eusebio screamed at the pilot, Allen Johnson. The bandage that David had used to wrap the wound in was crimson red and Zumba's lips were pale.
"I'm trying my best! We're at maximum speed! The good news is that Demarque is about an hour away!" Allen was nervously sweating. He was extremely anxious. Zumba was one of his closest friends in the INDF and Allen was not ready to let him go that easily. He was angry that the helicopter could not go any faster.
True enough, Demarque was in sight about an hour later. Zumba was whisked into the emergency operating room, leaving Allen, David, and Eusebio questioning what went wrong during the mission.
"You shouldn't have let that b****** live!" Allen roared as he smashed his fist hard onto the wall. Eusebio remained silent, but he was steaming inside. He seriously regretted sparing that guard. "If I get my hands on that !@.^%#@, I will give him one of the worst deaths ever!" he snarled to himself.
Soon, the doctor came out shaking his head. Zumba had lost too much blood and had passed on. Allen, after hearing the news, glared at David and Eusebio before running off, tears streaking down his face. David simply walked off, leaving Eusebio with his fists clenched. Without Zumba, the files they had just retrieved hours earlier was useless. The files were simply the records of the recruiting office. Not really useful information. Zumba was the only one who knew of the AF's plans. What made it worse was that Zumba was Eusebio's favorite mentor who taught him the basics of computer hacking.
This ill-fated mission taught Eusebio to kill every target, not leaving any survivors behind. And that was his policy for more than 2 years.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Galaxy At War: World At Ransom, Chapter 3
Windhoek, Namibia
16 June, 1997, 0010 hours
David Cohen and Jose Eusebio crept on opposite sides toward a common target: an old, abandoned building on the outskirts of Windhoek, capital of Namibia. The Army of the Fallen was reported to have a recruiting office on the highest floor of the 5-storey building. The "head" of operations of this recruiting office was Solomon Zumba, actually an INDF agent who was planted into the Army of the Fallen as a mole. It was he who reported the location of this recruiting office to the INDF.
"Courtyard clear!" David whispered into his communications gear as he scanned the area with his IMI Galil assault rifle. The Israeli-made weapon was the favorite weapon of David as it reminded him of his Jewish heritage. He sneaked towards the door with his weapon at the ready, his finger on the trigger.
"Hold on, big boy. Zumba told us that there are guards on every floor, so be careful, sênor!" Eusebio grinned, "this is going to be easy!" Gripping his P-90 SMG (his then-favorite weapon) with one hand, he put on a charge on the back door of the building. The plan was: (1) Eusebio would distract the guards with the charge explosion, (2) David would infiltrate from the front and eliminate the guards on the first floor, (3) Both of them would destroy the guards, (4) Get Zumba, and finally (5) Get back to the INDF headquarters on the secret island of Demarque. There, Zumba would brief the agents about the plans of the Army of the Fallen.
The explosion did what it was supposed to do: distract the guards. The guards rushed to the site of the explosion, leaving the front mainly unguarded. David simply entered and picked out those guards who were remaining at the front.
Eusebio, however, had a bit of a problem. The guards were wielding Uzis, submachine guns which could fire 600 rounds per minute (rpm); but Eusebio's P-90 could fire a blistering 900 rpm. That, coupled with his supreme agent training and skills gave him the advantage in a firefight with a few people, but he was facing nearly 20 guards. Not a really promising situation.
Ducking behind the wall with a volley of bullets flying past it, Eusebio waited for his assailants to reload before making his strike. "David, come quick! I can't take all of them at once!" he shouted into the communications microphone.
Soon, the bullets stopped flying. Eusebio stuck his head out to see if his enemies were really reloading. Bingo! They were all busy sticking ammo into their guns. Eusebio took this opportunity to send a withering volley of gunfire from his P-90. Bullets found the heads of 12 men, sending them snapping backwards, dead. What was better was that Eusebio could see David hiding behind the wall adjacent to the guards. Several shots took care of the remaining guards and Eusebio thanked David for his help.
"No time, buddy. We can do that later. We complete the mission first," David smirked as he ran towards the stairs, leaving Eusebio open-mouthed with his right hand outstretched.
Dealing with the guards on the remainder of the floors was easy. They spared a few who reluctantly agreed to leave the AF and lead honest lives. When they finally reached the 5th floor, they saw Zumba standing at the door with all his files and ready to go.
"Do you have all the info?" Eusebio asked.
"Of course! Let's go quickly! There will definitely be reinforcements! There's an AF base not too far from here! We must go!" Zumba said as he started for the stairs.
Reaching the INDF helicopter, David and Eusebio got Zumba on it before jumping onto it, shouting at the driver to get away quick.
Suddenly, one of the guards they had just spared leaped up from a bush and fired a spurt of bullets from his Uzi. The bullets did not hit David or Eusebio. It hit Zumba.
16 June, 1997, 0010 hours
David Cohen and Jose Eusebio crept on opposite sides toward a common target: an old, abandoned building on the outskirts of Windhoek, capital of Namibia. The Army of the Fallen was reported to have a recruiting office on the highest floor of the 5-storey building. The "head" of operations of this recruiting office was Solomon Zumba, actually an INDF agent who was planted into the Army of the Fallen as a mole. It was he who reported the location of this recruiting office to the INDF.
"Courtyard clear!" David whispered into his communications gear as he scanned the area with his IMI Galil assault rifle. The Israeli-made weapon was the favorite weapon of David as it reminded him of his Jewish heritage. He sneaked towards the door with his weapon at the ready, his finger on the trigger.
"Hold on, big boy. Zumba told us that there are guards on every floor, so be careful, sênor!" Eusebio grinned, "this is going to be easy!" Gripping his P-90 SMG (his then-favorite weapon) with one hand, he put on a charge on the back door of the building. The plan was: (1) Eusebio would distract the guards with the charge explosion, (2) David would infiltrate from the front and eliminate the guards on the first floor, (3) Both of them would destroy the guards, (4) Get Zumba, and finally (5) Get back to the INDF headquarters on the secret island of Demarque. There, Zumba would brief the agents about the plans of the Army of the Fallen.
The explosion did what it was supposed to do: distract the guards. The guards rushed to the site of the explosion, leaving the front mainly unguarded. David simply entered and picked out those guards who were remaining at the front.
Eusebio, however, had a bit of a problem. The guards were wielding Uzis, submachine guns which could fire 600 rounds per minute (rpm); but Eusebio's P-90 could fire a blistering 900 rpm. That, coupled with his supreme agent training and skills gave him the advantage in a firefight with a few people, but he was facing nearly 20 guards. Not a really promising situation.
Ducking behind the wall with a volley of bullets flying past it, Eusebio waited for his assailants to reload before making his strike. "David, come quick! I can't take all of them at once!" he shouted into the communications microphone.
Soon, the bullets stopped flying. Eusebio stuck his head out to see if his enemies were really reloading. Bingo! They were all busy sticking ammo into their guns. Eusebio took this opportunity to send a withering volley of gunfire from his P-90. Bullets found the heads of 12 men, sending them snapping backwards, dead. What was better was that Eusebio could see David hiding behind the wall adjacent to the guards. Several shots took care of the remaining guards and Eusebio thanked David for his help.
"No time, buddy. We can do that later. We complete the mission first," David smirked as he ran towards the stairs, leaving Eusebio open-mouthed with his right hand outstretched.
Dealing with the guards on the remainder of the floors was easy. They spared a few who reluctantly agreed to leave the AF and lead honest lives. When they finally reached the 5th floor, they saw Zumba standing at the door with all his files and ready to go.
"Do you have all the info?" Eusebio asked.
"Of course! Let's go quickly! There will definitely be reinforcements! There's an AF base not too far from here! We must go!" Zumba said as he started for the stairs.
Reaching the INDF helicopter, David and Eusebio got Zumba on it before jumping onto it, shouting at the driver to get away quick.
Suddenly, one of the guards they had just spared leaped up from a bush and fired a spurt of bullets from his Uzi. The bullets did not hit David or Eusebio. It hit Zumba.
Galaxy At War: World At Ransom, Chapter 2
According to his documented history, Hunter's real name was Jose Eusebio Luis Diogo Azevedo. Born in the rich side of Lisbon, Portugal to Portugese parents, he grew up with almost everything he wanted. Tragedy struck when he was 8 years old, however, when both his parents were reportedly killed in a car accident while on holiday in Madrid, Spain, leaving Eusebio to stay with his grandparents in Cadaval.
With his grandparents' support and his extraordinary intelligence, he won a full scholarship to study Engineering in Oxford University in England at the age 12, learning the English language during his 2-year stint there. After leaving England, he returned to Portugal where he soon joined the Portugese military. His skills impressed his commander so much that he was assigned to the Portugese Army Commandos at age 16, the elite soldiers of the Portugese army. When he was of 18 years of age, he was approached by a mysterious man who wanted to be known as Sindor. That man turned out to be a recruiting officer of the INDF who wanted to recruit Eusebio. He revealed that Eusebio's parents were themselves INDF agents who were on a secret mission to assassinate a top criminal mastermind in Spain. Sadly, they were killed while on the mission and in order to avoid suspicion, the INDF released information saying that they were killed in a car accident. At first, Eusebio was furious when he heard about this, and fiercely rejected the offer.
Things were about to change, however. Eusebio's grandparents were killed by a suicide bomber's bomb which was supposed to be meant for Eusebio. Stricken with grief, Eusebio vowed revenge and joined the INDF, becoming one of the most respected agents in just a few months! He volunteered to take on all of the hardest missions, assassinate the most dangerous targets, and training more than any other agent. This impressed the Head Agent, Robert Durango, a Mexican who eventually became Eusebio's best friend. A fellow agent, David Cohen, was also one of Eusebio's good friends.
One mission to Namibia, though, would change Eusebio even more than the death of his close relatives...
With his grandparents' support and his extraordinary intelligence, he won a full scholarship to study Engineering in Oxford University in England at the age 12, learning the English language during his 2-year stint there. After leaving England, he returned to Portugal where he soon joined the Portugese military. His skills impressed his commander so much that he was assigned to the Portugese Army Commandos at age 16, the elite soldiers of the Portugese army. When he was of 18 years of age, he was approached by a mysterious man who wanted to be known as Sindor. That man turned out to be a recruiting officer of the INDF who wanted to recruit Eusebio. He revealed that Eusebio's parents were themselves INDF agents who were on a secret mission to assassinate a top criminal mastermind in Spain. Sadly, they were killed while on the mission and in order to avoid suspicion, the INDF released information saying that they were killed in a car accident. At first, Eusebio was furious when he heard about this, and fiercely rejected the offer.
Things were about to change, however. Eusebio's grandparents were killed by a suicide bomber's bomb which was supposed to be meant for Eusebio. Stricken with grief, Eusebio vowed revenge and joined the INDF, becoming one of the most respected agents in just a few months! He volunteered to take on all of the hardest missions, assassinate the most dangerous targets, and training more than any other agent. This impressed the Head Agent, Robert Durango, a Mexican who eventually became Eusebio's best friend. A fellow agent, David Cohen, was also one of Eusebio's good friends.
One mission to Namibia, though, would change Eusebio even more than the death of his close relatives...
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Galaxy At War: World At Ransom, Chapter 1
Khari Factory, Islamabad, Pakistan
29 June, 1999, 0145 hours
"BLAM!" A gunshot rang out as an armed guard's head snapped back, blood splattering on the cold steel walls of Khari Explosives Factory, Islamabad, Pakistan. A dark, shadowy figure stepped out of the shadows, smirking as he blew the smoking barrel of his Desert Eagle pistol.
That was the last of the guards guarding the explosives factory. The factory was reported to have been selling some of its explosives to a group of dangerous international terrorists known as the Army of the Fallen or AF for short. The figure, codenamed Hunter, was assigned this mission to infiltrate this factory and sabotage the explosives stored in the explosives storeroom. Hunter worked for a covert and top secret UN organization known as the International Defence Agency or INDF for short. The INDF was like any ordinary secret agency, doing infiltration, sabotage, etc. Hunter was one of its best agents, always winning the annual INDF Best Agent competition.
Hunter dashed along the dim-lit corridors of the factory, checking every corner to see if there were any survivors of his vicious onslaught earlier. It was not long before he found the entrance to the storeroom; it was an ordinary-looking steel door. However, Hunter knew better. The door was fitted with the state-of-the-art security systems, an excellent lock system, among many others. The door was designed to withstand even a C-4 explosive blast. Fortunately, Hunter was prepared. Snickering, he fished out a key from one of his many pockets: a key that he took from one of the ill-fated guards of this factory. Still snickering, he stuck the key in the lock.
"BBBOOOOOMMMM!"
The resulting explosion blew the door off its hinges and demolished half of the entire surrounding wall. A masked figure stood a hundred meters away at the other end of the storeroom, holding a smoking Matador Rocket-Propelled-Grenade (RPG) launcher. Grabbing his Colt Commando assault rifle, he crept slowly to the smoking mass of rubble.
Hunter's body was nowhere to be found.
Although the explosion was enough to blow up the whole factory, it didn't. The explosives storeroom was empty...
29 June, 1999, 0145 hours
"BLAM!" A gunshot rang out as an armed guard's head snapped back, blood splattering on the cold steel walls of Khari Explosives Factory, Islamabad, Pakistan. A dark, shadowy figure stepped out of the shadows, smirking as he blew the smoking barrel of his Desert Eagle pistol.
That was the last of the guards guarding the explosives factory. The factory was reported to have been selling some of its explosives to a group of dangerous international terrorists known as the Army of the Fallen or AF for short. The figure, codenamed Hunter, was assigned this mission to infiltrate this factory and sabotage the explosives stored in the explosives storeroom. Hunter worked for a covert and top secret UN organization known as the International Defence Agency or INDF for short. The INDF was like any ordinary secret agency, doing infiltration, sabotage, etc. Hunter was one of its best agents, always winning the annual INDF Best Agent competition.
Hunter dashed along the dim-lit corridors of the factory, checking every corner to see if there were any survivors of his vicious onslaught earlier. It was not long before he found the entrance to the storeroom; it was an ordinary-looking steel door. However, Hunter knew better. The door was fitted with the state-of-the-art security systems, an excellent lock system, among many others. The door was designed to withstand even a C-4 explosive blast. Fortunately, Hunter was prepared. Snickering, he fished out a key from one of his many pockets: a key that he took from one of the ill-fated guards of this factory. Still snickering, he stuck the key in the lock.
"BBBOOOOOMMMM!"
The resulting explosion blew the door off its hinges and demolished half of the entire surrounding wall. A masked figure stood a hundred meters away at the other end of the storeroom, holding a smoking Matador Rocket-Propelled-Grenade (RPG) launcher. Grabbing his Colt Commando assault rifle, he crept slowly to the smoking mass of rubble.
Hunter's body was nowhere to be found.
Although the explosion was enough to blow up the whole factory, it didn't. The explosives storeroom was empty...
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