09-03-2019, 05:08 AM
Jonestown
July 30th, 1991 - 7:29 AM
A couple of ANM soldiers rushed across the street and into the alley. They were in hot pursuit of the assassin. The rest of the soldiers, under the assumption that Smith had just killed off their leader, turned on the man who had been screaming.
"Our orders were to kill Smith but I have no issue killing you." mused the strike team leader before nonchalantly shooting the man in the thigh.
The man screamed in pain before dropping to one knee. With tears of pain in his eye he began to plead.
"Listen, don't kill me. That wasn't us. That wasn't us I swear we have the evidence!"
The man was silenced as a shot rang out from within the bait and tackle shop. Smith's bodyguards had used the confusion to take up positions. It was now an old fashioned standoff. 30 ANM soldiers stood unprotected in the street. Apposing them were 15 Bjeorg bodyguards, each armed with smaller arms but had far more cover. If a shot were to be fired it was likely no one would escape unscathed.
"Ok," the team leader of ANM began while slowly setting down his rifle. It was clear he had figured out what was going on and didn't like his odds one bit. "No one walks away from this. You, er, somebody just blew our leader to hell. We were coming to kill yours. I need to make a call and sort this out with our next in line. I am going to make that call now. It would be in everyone's best interest if I don't get shot in the back."
The team leader slowly turned and walked back to his SUV. He carefully avoided the bullet casings all over the ground. If he slipped on one it would probably look like he was diving for a gun and the shooting would start.
The Bjeorg bodyguards watched intently as the team leader closed the car door behind him. They could see his silhouette lifting a massive cell phone and punching in numbers. They could also clearly the 30 guns trained directly on their position. It was 2-1 ANM soldier per Bjeorg soldier and as far as pretty much every Bjeorg soldier was concerned, those were bad odds. They were pretty much just standing behind the storefront windows. Glass was just about the worst cover you could imagine.
Slowly the minutes ticked by in silence. Sweat poured down the brows of everyone involved. They had to keep alert at all times if they wanted to survive. However, if they became too tense someone might get a wise idea and ruin everything. For the time being they had to wait.
After what seemed like an eternity the team leader returned from his SUV. He looked pale and was nearly shaking when he began to speak.
"Until we catch this sniper we are to return to our base operations. We shall cease all hostilities at once. In return, your leader, Mr. Smith, must contact our new leader, "Simon," by the line he contacted "Mark. Do you agree to these terms?"
Nearly as quickly as he had posed the question, the team leader was met with a response of "yes" from behind a wall of laminated glass.
In silence the ANM soldiers slowly retreated to their vehicles. Two soldiers grabbed Mark's corpse and carefully tossed it into the trunk of one of their SUVs. The vehicles quickly departed after that deed was done.
"At ease!"
The words sounded like a chorus of angles to the Bjeorg soldiers as they eagerly dropped their weapons. Two from the group set out in the general direction of the sniper, knowing it was a futile search. The rest silently congregated around a massive pool of blood. Smith's plan had worked. Mark was finally dead.
July 30th, 1991 - 7:29 AM
A couple of ANM soldiers rushed across the street and into the alley. They were in hot pursuit of the assassin. The rest of the soldiers, under the assumption that Smith had just killed off their leader, turned on the man who had been screaming.
"Our orders were to kill Smith but I have no issue killing you." mused the strike team leader before nonchalantly shooting the man in the thigh.
The man screamed in pain before dropping to one knee. With tears of pain in his eye he began to plead.
"Listen, don't kill me. That wasn't us. That wasn't us I swear we have the evidence!"
The man was silenced as a shot rang out from within the bait and tackle shop. Smith's bodyguards had used the confusion to take up positions. It was now an old fashioned standoff. 30 ANM soldiers stood unprotected in the street. Apposing them were 15 Bjeorg bodyguards, each armed with smaller arms but had far more cover. If a shot were to be fired it was likely no one would escape unscathed.
"Ok," the team leader of ANM began while slowly setting down his rifle. It was clear he had figured out what was going on and didn't like his odds one bit. "No one walks away from this. You, er, somebody just blew our leader to hell. We were coming to kill yours. I need to make a call and sort this out with our next in line. I am going to make that call now. It would be in everyone's best interest if I don't get shot in the back."
The team leader slowly turned and walked back to his SUV. He carefully avoided the bullet casings all over the ground. If he slipped on one it would probably look like he was diving for a gun and the shooting would start.
The Bjeorg bodyguards watched intently as the team leader closed the car door behind him. They could see his silhouette lifting a massive cell phone and punching in numbers. They could also clearly the 30 guns trained directly on their position. It was 2-1 ANM soldier per Bjeorg soldier and as far as pretty much every Bjeorg soldier was concerned, those were bad odds. They were pretty much just standing behind the storefront windows. Glass was just about the worst cover you could imagine.
Slowly the minutes ticked by in silence. Sweat poured down the brows of everyone involved. They had to keep alert at all times if they wanted to survive. However, if they became too tense someone might get a wise idea and ruin everything. For the time being they had to wait.
After what seemed like an eternity the team leader returned from his SUV. He looked pale and was nearly shaking when he began to speak.
"Until we catch this sniper we are to return to our base operations. We shall cease all hostilities at once. In return, your leader, Mr. Smith, must contact our new leader, "Simon," by the line he contacted "Mark. Do you agree to these terms?"
Nearly as quickly as he had posed the question, the team leader was met with a response of "yes" from behind a wall of laminated glass.
In silence the ANM soldiers slowly retreated to their vehicles. Two soldiers grabbed Mark's corpse and carefully tossed it into the trunk of one of their SUVs. The vehicles quickly departed after that deed was done.
"At ease!"
The words sounded like a chorus of angles to the Bjeorg soldiers as they eagerly dropped their weapons. Two from the group set out in the general direction of the sniper, knowing it was a futile search. The rest silently congregated around a massive pool of blood. Smith's plan had worked. Mark was finally dead.