RPG Cold War

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

[SIZE=1][i]Nuclear war, mankinds biggest fear since the start of the Cold War. The Cold War was the struggle between the Soviet Union, and the United States, from the year 1945 to 1989.

But with the fall of communism, the tearing down of the Berlin Wall, and many other grand changes, the threat of nuclear war has diminished. Or has it?

The year is 2010. Communism has risen again in Russia. The old Soviet Empire has returned in full force, and stronger than it was when it first came around in 1917.

The Republic of Russia, weakened in the earliest parts of the 21st century. This caused old communists to spread the Marx gospel, renewing communistic beliefs. With a coup in Moscow, the Communists regained power.

The New Soviet Union quickly spread out, and regained it's lost territory, sending the Western Countries into chaos.

The United States gave Russia an Ultimatem, to stop their spread of power, and bring back the democracy. Of course, Russia refused. Thus, the start of a new Cold War. Both Super Powers sent their intelligence agencies out to the enemy, to gather all they could in information. Each side, trying to find a way to undermine the enemy, and to prevent a total nuclear war that could very well destroy the world.[/i][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3]Associated Press:[/SIZE]
[B]United States and Soviet Union at temporary stand still, though the threat of Nuclear War is still in the air. The President announced today that the two countries will be meeting in Geneva to discuss peace treaties. But most remain doubtful. Secretary of State Alexander Bustion said this: "We remain hopeful, but let's be realistic about it. The Commies will never give in."
Although his statement was later scorned by White House Staff, the Secretary remains ever vigilant on his belief.[/B]

[i]CIA Headquarters, Langley, Virginia[/i]

John tossed the paper in the trash. He couldn't believe the intelligence of his nation's leaders. The threat of Nuclear War, and the Secretary had to go insult the enemy.

He had orders to go see the DCI (Director of Central Intelligence) about a mission. He entered through the double doors, and swiped his card. It didn't take the first time and had to swipe again. He grumbled about the efficiency of the government as he walked down the halls to his office. He through his coat onto the chair and he continued on to DCI Peter Tenant's office.

Upon entering, the rotund Director stood up and put on a practiced smile. "John! How are you? Are you ready for a big trip?"

John sighed silently, he hated big trips. "Yes sir I am," He lied.

That was the answer Peter was looking for. "Excellent, now then, I'm sending you to China first off. They are our friends for the time being, but with things the way they are going it could change at anytime."

"Yes sir," John replied.

"You'll take a Concord Jet there, so you will arrive rather quickly. There you will meet a Bradley Russo, he's an Aussie, so it should be interesting. From there the two of you will meet up with a Dr. Luyii Rae-Shen, he's Chinese Intelligence, so be nice. That's all, see you in a few weeks, the rest of your orders will be waiting for you in China." Peter said.

John did all the proper stuff, and left the DCI's office. Where he proceeded to the Airport.

[Kitty]

Kitty threw the newspaper onto the floor and watched Noki play with it. Kitty laughed and went to get some breakfast. She turned on the TV, but all the news was the same.

Kitty: This world is going to hell. Every single person on it. At least you'll be going up to heaven if this nuclear war thing ever happens.

Kitty smiled her gentle smile and Noki mewed in happiness. Kitty's face returned to her regular cold look. She ate and then heard the telephone ring. It was her boss. He needed her to come to the office. When she hung up, she threw herself on the couch and sighed.

Kitty: I thought that this was my day off. Damn office. I hate it there. I can't kill anything. Even the mice are off limits.

Noki meowed in anger. Kitty turned and pet her on the head. Noki and Kitty both cheered up.

Kitty: At least you understand me. I should really bring you to work, shouldn't I? But maybe someone would kill you and send you off to China as food. Never mind. You're gonna stay home again. Remember, the food's up there and don't go nuts with the water again. When I come back, you'd better still be skinny.

Kitty laughed and picked up her jacket. She walked out the door, scaring a maid. The maid stared at her with frightened eyes.

Kitty: God! You people are so annoying. What is so scary about me walking down a corridor? Huh? Stupid country... At least in America I wasn't treated like this. I was a heroine... Damn Americans...

[Ayokano]

Ken picked up his ringing cellphone.He put it to his earand he answered in Russsian.

Ken:Yes,Mr.Rub.
Mr.Rub:You must go to China and meet up with Dr. Luyii Rae-Shen.
Ken:Yes sir,I will go soon.Also,will I be doing real work?
Mr.Rub:Maybe.I have mailed you a fake ID,and also your ticket.You will meet Melfina,and she will take you to your plane,with no problems.
Ken:Fine,Mr.Rub.I will start packing.

He soon pulled out a suitcase,and pack extra cloths,and a few weapons.He would bring a hunting knife and two colts.

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OCC:Sorry if I got anything wrong....I'll fix it.

[DuoMax]

Mikhail (or Mik as his few close friends and associates call him) flipped through the news channels. The Americans had called hi Comrades Commies. Again. When would they get it through their thick heads that Capatilism(sp?) was just an excuse for the rich to exploit the people. Sighing, he turned off the TV and went back to typing on his computer. He clicked on his email. There was a single new message that said one thing. "You are needed at home. Come quickly. Father" This was it. He was being assigned to a mission. Standing up, he left his cubicle and walked to the elevator, which he took to the sub-florr 2. Stepping out, he walked to the single wooden door which opened into an office, where his superior sat.
"You need me?"
"Yes Mik, you are to go China. We have recieved intelligence that American agents will be there. Attempt to insinuate yourself into theuir trust."
"I will do so comrade. Now, I must go pack.."
He turned and left, heading for his apartment, where he would pack, and than be off to the airport.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She set down the phone and put on her dress. Meeting someone at the airport. A male, no less. Ken. Easy enough to remember.

She took a taxi to the Bejing airpor and paid him well. He waited patiently. Besides. Her *** was definetly worth staring at as she walked to his gate. She stood and waited, ignoring the stares. So what if she was gorgeous? It was a professional meeting. He came to the gate, looking slightly jet lagged. She stepped forward and bowed slightly. He returned the favor, and the two walked out to the street. She bypassed security and customs, by simply flashing her ID at them.

They hadn't spoken yet, but he know who she was. The roses in her hair helped. They got in the taxi, yet still held their peace. He showed her his papers and she gave him a knowing smile. They were delivered to the Embassy and she led him to her office. She poured him a glass of water and the two stared at eachother.[/i]

Ken: ...so you're Dr. Luyii Rae-shen.

Luyii: Call me Dr. Luyii please.

Ken: Very well.[/COLOR]

[rokas]

"May I have you'r pasport, please?"
Rokas smiled and gave his forged document at the checkpoint. The lady checked it through the computer. She didn't seem to be suspicious, there was no need for her to be. The forgery was state of the art, because of the tense state between england and USSR the passport was from a neutral country so they would have no reason to send him back. Now all he had to do was to find the contact.

He walked out from the airport into streets of london, few black cabs were waiting nearby. One new one came and stoped right in front of Rokas. He got in.

"Were are you going, sir?" Driver asked, allready starting to drive.
"Up to the London bridge, please."
"I hear it's going down."
"Well then, I want to help it down."
At those words the driver turned around with a bundle of papers in his hands.
"Your target is an MI6 agent, Jonathon Walker, he's currently staying in a hotel, you are supposed to folow him, bug his room and all that, we don't want him taking a piss without us knowing it. All you need is here." The driver said in Russsian as he gave the bundle to Rokas.
He looked at the picture of his target. He shouldn't be hard to recognise, his muscles and the scar on his face made him easy to spot. Before he could ask his contact the driver where he was supposed to stay, the driver had already stoped.
"You'll take the rest of the way." Driver opened the door. "It's all in the papers I gave you, make sure noone sees them" He added.
Rokas got out of the car.

[Kitty]

Kitty was now at the airport. She had been assigned a mission in China. She kept grumbling about how her day off had been ruined.

Clerk: May I see your passport and your ticket?

Kitty handed them over, and they were approved. She then walked through the terminal.
[i]Great... I'm gonna be stuck on this trip for how long? Ugh.. I won't see Noki for a long while... I hope that they remember to feed her.[/i]
On the plane, she continued to think about her cat and how rude the office was by making her work on her first day off in months. She then began reading a really interesting column about the threat that was always on the news.

Kitty: Great. These idiots are going to try and rule the world with an iron fist. Heh.. More like a nuclear bomb. I won't let though. But I don't really care. Why did I take this job...? What're you lookin' at? Can't a lady talk to herself on a plane and not be scary lookin'?

The man was quiet. She knew that he was afraid of her. She started watching the others on the plane, and there was almost no talking. They began to talk again when Kitty acted like she wasn't watching.
[i]I hate this job. If it wasn't for the killing and the money I'd be at home right now. Damn it...[/i]

[Hybrid Theory]

Jonathon Walker walked briskly out of his flat on the morning of July 21st, 2010. He was excited to get to work because there was a threat of this cold war, he knew that there would be many losses but he wanted to show the m16 secret intelligence service what he was made of. He walked through the front door, showing his pass card up to the laser on the door, he walked through with such an excited spead that he nearly knocked over three men standing at the front bench. He walked into the breifing room where his captain stood with a twisted face at the sight of Jonathon.

"Walker, look at me not those broads standing over there, me, I am the boss here incase you forgot!"
"Sorry sir, yes sir!"
"Alright then, this is the plan that has been made, I want no complaints...you are to pack your bags and to be here at 8:30pm sharp, we are sending you to America with the CIA, you will have a briefing there and they will take care of you. You will most likely end up in Russia, planning attacks of some sort, that is not my buissness, that is up to them."

Jonathon packed his bags, gave his cat to his neighbour, said bye to his flat and made his way over to the base, he was told off for being late by the captain, got called stupid by the captain and made his way onto the m16 secret intelligence service airoplane and started his long journey to America.

[rokas]

[font=comic sans ms][i] Rokas was lying on his stomach between two bushes with camouflage covering him, holding a sniper rifle. He could see Jonathon walking towards the plane. He reported it.
"He can't make it to that plane, shoot him, NOW!" A voice ordered him through his earpiece in russian.
Rokas aimed, bullseye centered on Jonathons head.
"He's out of range, I repeat, he's out range. I can't shoot him" The runway was too big of a distance for a bulet to make.
"Ok, change of plan." The same voice spoke again. "You will have to follow him, go back to the airport, we will contact you."
Rokas watched the plane take of and fly above him. For a moment he thought about trying to shoot it down, if he hit the tail the right way plane couldn't steer, or made any hole in there the preasure could destroy it. But then again, now his orders were to follow Jonathon. Rokas creeped out silently[/font][/i]

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

John stepped off the plane, and smelled the air. "Ah.. China, home to over a billion people.. grand."

He walked through the terminal, and could already see that it is busy. Of course having a sixth of the worlds population did that to a place.

He walked out into the hustle and bustle of Bejing, and wondered where the hell he should start looking. Unlike the movies he didn't have thirty contacts in a square mile, so he had to fend for himself until he found Brad Russo. He felt even more out of place because he didn't speak a lick of Chinese. He was screwed.

He walked until he found a hotel with a bilingual name. He decided that was the best place to make a fort. He walked up to the clerk and simply asked, "English?"

The clerk smiled and nodded. "Yes, I speak English, quite well."

"Thank god, I'm an inept American that took only European languages," John said, insulting himself.

"Of course, what else would you be?" The clerk asked.

To prevent anything happening, John cut to the chase. "How much are rooms?"

"Sixty of your dollars." The man replied.

John quickly paid, "Have you seen any Australians around?"

The China man thought for a moment, "Not that I recall, but if I do I tell you?"

"Yes, thank you," John said. He tookd his key and went to his room. It wasn't that bad of a room, not as spacious as he would like to have had, but it would do. He found a outlet and plugged in his laptop, as it started up he unpacked a few things. With wireless internet connection (oh yeah..), he checked his email. He had plenty of SPAM, he wondered why that wasn't illegal yet. As well as an encoded message saying that Bradley would be late. Joy.

[DuoMax]

Mik quietly watched the American as he registered in the hotel. Foolish American, didn't even know he was being tailed. So much for the great CIA. He smirked and folded up his newspaper, watching the American go to the elevators. Mikhail silently made plans to bug the American's room, before heading up to his own.

[Hybrid Theory]

Jonathon awoke to a strip of about ten tanks and about fifty black hawk helicopters. He had been tossing and turning the whole flight there..he was asleep and even though he always seems cool and calm, he is scared on the inside, but that never stops him...

He followed the captain out onto the air strip and walked down to the CIA building nestled in the corner of the Barraks.

He walked through into the main office and waited to be briefed...
A small chubby man directed him over to a silver door and signaled him to enter.

He was given a letter by the head of controls at the base there. He walked out to where his room was and prepared for whatever journey awaited him...

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

John searched for more information, any information that could be given him, when he received another email from Langely.

[i]John,
Not only the Chinese Commies are in China, watch your back.[/i]

"Great," John said unhappily. He really didn't want to have to face any Soviets now. He closed his laptop and started searching his room for any bugs. He didn't figure there would be any yet, but he needed to make sure. He was in luck and there were not any. Now he had to just wait for Russo to show up.

[The Unholy Newt]

[i]Bradley flicked up the top of his laptop to check his messages. He had one new one from the CIA Agent he was supposed to be meeting.
'Meet me at the Wai Lai Park (ooc: Forgive me if I say anything bad, I don't speak a word of chinese) two blocks down from Chong's Diner tomorrow at noon. I will be on the bench wearing a blue fedora, you must wear a black one.'
Yay, Bradley thought sarcastically, I just love dressing up.
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Bradley entered the Wai Lai Park at 11:50, dressed fully in the get up of the 1930s, including the fedora. Except he had Desert Eagle concealed beneath his trenchcoat instead of a 45. cal.
He walked over to a bench with a man in a red fedora seated reading a newspaper. He sat down beside him.[/i]

[b]Bradley:[/b] You Americans are just full of cliches aren't you?

[b]John:[/b] Bradley Russo I presume?

~TUN

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

"Yes, I'm Bradley." He said.

"Excellent, I'm John Chavez, and unfortunately, yes, we American's are cliched. Very unfortunate for us. But I had to follow orders." John sighed as he took the hat off and threw it into a nearby garbage can.

"So Mr. CIA, what is next on the Agenda?" Brad asked.

"Oh you know, save the world from nuclear war, play the James Bond role, only not British.." John replied.

"Sounds like fun,"

"More than you can shake a stick at." John said sarcastically. "We are supposed to meet up with Chinese Intellegence, but from what I've found out so far, the Soviets have beat us to her."

"Grand.." Brad said dryly.

[The Unholy Newt]

[b]Bradly:[/b] So do we know where she is?

[b]John:[/b] Fortunately Chinese Intel keeps a close leash on their employees. All of them have tracking devices planted on them at all times. They have been kind enough to offer their help, we just have to stop at their HQ to get a tracker.

[b]Bradley:[/b] My car is just across the street, let's go.

[i]They crossed the street to Bradley's car. It was a busted up old Datsun from the 90s. John approached it with a slightly sceptical look and reluctantly got in. After three revs of the engine and kick beneath the dash, the car started up with bang as loud a shotgun. Leaving a trail of black exhaust smoke they drove away. Bradley wound down the window and lit up a cigarette.[/i]

[b]John:[/b] You smoke.

[b]Bradley:[/b] [i]Perfectly serious[/i] No.

[b]John:[/b] You do a pretty good smoking impression then.

[b]Bradley:[/b] The smoke isn't much worse than the exhaust. [i]Points to the rear of the car where the black smoke is still trailing behind them.[/i]

[b]John:[/b] That is why they invented the electric car you know.

[b]Bradley:[/b] Don't appeal to me. To me nothing is better than the hacking cough of a Daddo.

[b]John:[/b] Ah, I see.

[b]Bradley:[/b] Of course you don't, but you'll live. Hopefully.

[i]They pulled up at a rundown old office building deep into the center of Beijing. They walked in and Bradley flashed his ID as the security guard opened his mouth. As they passed the security desk Bradley slowed to allow John to lead the way.[/i]

~TUN

[CB Shin]

In a Chinese goverment building two men are talking in mandarin.

Man #1: What's the current status of our "visitors" here Xu Tian?

Xu Tian Hong: They are all comfortably settled here in Beijing.

Man #1: Damn foreigners. They act as if this is their own home, they show no respect.

Xu Tian: aren't you forgetting something?

Man #1: You and your wife are different. You have our blood and your wife is also Asian.

Xu Tian: But we're still foreign. Is this not our home that we live in?

Man #1: Forget I ever said anything... Now back to business. I want you to get your men and monitor every one of them and remember...we don't exist.

Xu Tian: As you wish.