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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 5, 2016 18:15:59 GMT
February 2, 2047
0729 Hours
Federal Governmental Institution - penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia in Orenburg region [Black Dolphin Penitentiary]
 Black Dolphin Penitentiary was quiet today. Inmates didn't scream, guards didn't yell, and the facility was much more heavily guarded than usual. This was a big day for the Russian Federation, and as guards on towers looked upon the road for the armored truck that would be carrying Package-0, they kept Kalashnikovs at the ready. They looked down the road for nearly 10 minutes already, waiting for the truck to come into view. Eventually, it id. As they looked over the horizon, they saw it: a black, heavily armored truck being escorted by actual military personnel in APCs.  "A vot i on! Derzhite oruzhiye obuchennykh na upakovke [Here he comes! Keep your weapons trained on the package]!" Guards immediately trained their assault rifles upon the armored truck, as did the BTR-80s, all in an effort to keep the package from escaping. As it arrived at the gates to the penitentiary, two armed guards and a German Shepard on leash were brought forth to keep the Package-0 from escaping.  "Otkroy eto [Open it]!" one of the guards yelled, and the driver and another armed guard from the passenger seat opened up the back, revealing Package-0, chained to the back of the vehicle like a dog. He looked up, and saw all the Russian guards pointing their weapons at him. The man's face, as seen prior, looked just as damaged and decayed as it did on television. "Welcome to Black Dolphin, Mr. Al Ghazi. You're well-known around here," one of the guards stated. Omar just stared blankly, not even saying a word. But the malice seething off of him was felt, and it was unnerving.  (OOC: Ignore the Arkham Insider thing. I couldn't find a decent-enough image.) "Poluchit' yego v forme. YA khochu yego v svoyem novom dome na o-vosem'sot chasov [Get him in uniform. I want him in his new home by o-eight-hundred hours]." the warden stated. Immediately, the guards grabbed Omar and put him in the submissive position to begin moving him to get his new uniform. Only minutes later, he was being shoved down the hallway to his new cell.  "Enjoy your stay, Warlord!" one of the guards stated as he shoved Omar into his new cell. It was then that Omar looked up to the guard that had shoved him in. "When I get out of here, you will be the first to die," he threatened. The Russian merely laughed as he shut the door on him and looking in.  "I would like to see you try, nakip' [scum]."
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Mar 25, 2016 20:04:26 GMT
March 2, 20471137 HoursFederal Governmental Institution - penal colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia in Orenburg region [Black Dolphin Penitentiary]
2 Months; 2 months, it had been, since Omar was locked away in a solitary cell in Black Dolphin. The prison itself was harsh, but Omar was left in a solitary state, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It was almost maddening, almost. Omar was, unlike other prisoners, allowed to sit and rest on his bunk for the entire day, but was never to be let out of his cell without official documents stating so. But Omar didn't need physical documentation of release. Soon, his Liquidators would track him down and retrieve him. It was all a matter of patience.
Outside of Black Dolphin, a BTR was rolling down the streets. Within it was a squad of Liquidators, all ready to fight. But they were not in their standard uniforms. No, they were wearing stolen clothes from guards of the penitentiary. They knew that, in Russian heartland, if they were caught, it meant that Omar would be moved to a black-site, never to be heard from again. However, their mission was simple. Blend in with the 900 security personnel, get into the camera room, take down the cameras, and take Omar out as though he were being transferred from Black Dolphin. It was simple, but the plan would most likely go awry. This was one of the most secure prisons in the world, and was considered Russia's most secure correctional facility.
"Remember, only Russian," the sergeant ordered. The squad nodded in reply as the BTR parked outside the penitentiary's main gates. They jumped out in their military uniforms while two stayed behind, to make it seem more realistic. The personnel that went ahead split off. A group of 6 started a patrol route down the hallways of the prison, and the remaining 4 went to find the command & control center of the prison. Several guards looked at them funny, but none seemed to pay them any mind. A couple gave a quick nod before returning to their routes, but Alpha Team was able to walk right into the command & control center. As soon as they did, the eyes of the camera operator was on them.
"Vy prishli, chtoby sdelat' sleduyushchiy sdvig? Vy rano [Have you come to take the next shift? You're early]." One of the Liquidators stepped forward and grabbed the camera operator as the other shut the door. The unconscious Russian was quickly hidden under the table as the Liquidators took their seats. As soon as they sat down, they set to work on disabling the cameras.
"Eto slishkom legko [This is too easy.]" one said as he saw the camera screens shut down. They continued to remain in the room, acting as though they were working to avoid suspicion from the guards that looked into the room from the other side. The other six Liquidators were having more trouble though, as they could not locate Omar's cell. Three of the six met up with each other to discuss their findings around the facility. All were equally disappointed with the lack of Omar.
"Likvidatory, ya nashel yego [Liquidators, I found him]," one of them spoke over a walkie-talkie. As soon as the location was found, the Liquidators immediately made their way to the area. As soon as they did, they saw one of the three that had found Omar's cell hiding behind a wall. They saw something that surprised all of them: two automated turrets on the ceiling above his cell with AK-74s.
"Komanda kamery. YA dumal, vy otklyuchili bezopasnost' [Camera team. I thought you disabled the security]!" one of the Liquidators hissed.
"My sdelali. O chem ty govorish' [We did. What are you talking about?]?"
"YA govoryu o avtomatizirovannykh bashenkami vne kletki misheni [I'm talking about the automated turrets outside the target's cell]!" A few moments of silence were all it took to have a pair of actual guards walk down the hallway.
"Chto delayesh'? Vy svalivaniya marshrut patrulya [What're you doing? You're stalling the patrol route]!" one of them ordered. The Liquidators turned around, eyes wide. The operation would be blown if they were shot down by the automated gun turrets. One of them improvised.
"YA ne mogu poyti po koridoru. YA zabyl udostovereniye lichnosti u sebya doma, tak chto yesli ya idu pered bashenkami, to ya budu..." Two gunshots rang out. In panic, one of the Liquidators had shot down the two guards with a pistol. The operation was blown, and they knew it. The best they could do was get Omar out in one piece. They heard the sounds of disgruntled yelling across the way, and the Liquidators took their shots from around the corner at the automated turrets. The turrets turned and opened fire, leading to even more disgruntled yells. The Liquidators in the control room saw guards run past, some of them looking to them like they were idiots.
"Pomeshchennyy v tyur'mu na strogoy izolyatsii [Put the prison on lockdown]!" one of them yelled. One of the Liquidators merely grabbed his gun and ran out of the room to get the attention of the security.
"Die svin'ya [Die pigs]!" he yelled before opening fire with his AK-74. The guards turned to see the bullet fire and took cover, taking their own shots. The commotion had woken up Omar and he looked around to hear the automated turrets that were installed be shot down.
"Thermite zaryady, v gotovom [Thermite charges, at the ready]!" one yelled as he set the explosives on the door's lock. The situation looked grim as he set the charges, jumping out of the way as he started the 5-second countdown. As soon as they Liquidators cleared the area, a bright flash of light was seen as the door's locks were melted open. Omar sat in his cell as he waited. Two of the Liquidators walked in, and Omar looked them in the eyes.
"You're late."
"No time, Grand Warlord! We need to go, the operation is compromised!" one of them ordered. Omar got up and walked out with the Liquidators, only to get shot in his bad knee. Omar screamed and fell to the ground in pain as prison guards started swarming the area.
"Voz'mite yego, i poydem [Grab him, and let's go]!" one of the Liquidators ordered, getting the Grand Warlord off of the ground and running around the corridors. Despite the guards' attempts to kill Omar's rescuers, the stray bullets hit Omar in the shoulder and back. Although painful, the wounds were most certainly not fatal. The Liquidators finally made it out, with several casualties. Although the Liquidators that had suffered were captured, they immediately bit their cyanide capsules and let death take them. Those that escaped with Omar got into the BTR-80 that was stolen.
"Zapustite APC! Zapustite APC [Start the APC! Start the APC]!" the one carrying Omar screamed as he jumped in. Omar was groaning in pain as he tried to sit up. The APC, when started, left the compound quickly. However, several other BTRs were in pursuit and opened fire against their vehicle. But only 30 minutes later did they escape. Omar was gone, and now Russian traitors were to blame.
"Poluchit' Moskvu na linii [Get Moscow on the line]," one of the guards ordered.
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 25, 2016 22:55:31 GMT
March 2, 2047 0900 Hours, GMT +010 Downing Street, London, England
 Another quiet day in the seat of British power had begun for Prime Minister Edmund Wilson. Regardless of it being a Saturday, the cogs of The British Government continued to turn. Edmund was perusing a set of files concerning his Chancellor Of The Exchequers budget for the year when he was disturbed by the sound of a telephone. Looking up from his files, he noticed it was the hotline for Moscow. His eyebrow raised, he was playing host to President Dmitry Molchanov, who was only around 45 minutes away from his location in Chevening House. Putting his folder down, he lifted the receiver and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" He greeted suspiciously.
"Omar Al-Ghazi is gone." Replied a thick Russian accented voice. "Inform President Molchanov immediately."
The line went dead as abruptly as it had been initiated. Edmund's expression had frozen into a deep frown, his face had become a few shades paler and his eyes had become completely vacant as the metaphorical gears in his brain processed what he'd just been told. A few moments later, he blinked and then slammed the phone down.
"JESUS CHRIST!" He cried at the top of his voice before lifting the receiver on his standard phone and speed dialling his Chief Of Staff.
"Field Marshal," Edmund began bluntly. "Summon the War Cabinet. A COBRA meeting is to be initiated at once. No time to explain, just do it. Also, send a helicopter to Chevening House and bring President Molchanov too. He's needed."
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 25, 2016 23:01:43 GMT
Dmitry's eyes snapped open as soon as he heard the phone. He was still suffering from jet-lag, and didn't think that it was time to wake up yet. However, Dmitry eventually caved in as the phone rung and he got up, eyes still covered in the gunk of morning.
"Morning...who I do..." Dmitry gave a small yawn as he tried to stay awake. "Who do I have the pleasure of answering?"
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 25, 2016 23:02:42 GMT
"A helicopter will be arriving to pick you up in a few minutes." Edmund began. "Wake up, get dressed and be ready... Omar Al-Ghazi's escaped." |
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 25, 2016 23:10:02 GMT
Dmitry's eyes snapped open very quickly, and he coughed as he began to hiccup. Omar had escaped on his country's watch? What would happen when everyone else found out?
"A-alright..." Dmitry said as he hung up. He then went to get dressed and run outside as he haphazardly tried to straighten his tie and put on his jacket.
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 25, 2016 23:12:56 GMT
The nearest helicopter that could have been requisitioned was an old British Army Gazelle, no longer a combat aircraft, but still had service in Northern Ireland. It landed just outside of the building on the large lawn.  The door opened and the co-pilot climbed out and approached Dmitry. "Come with me." He said before bundling Dmitry into the back of the helicopter and strapping him in. After getting back inside himself, the helicopter swiftly took to the skies and began zipping its way to Downing Street. |
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 25, 2016 23:40:42 GMT
After only a few minutes, the helicopter landed in the back garden of 10 Downing Street. Dmitry stepped out of the helicopter, straightening his tie and coat as he walked into the British equivalent of the United States' Situation Room: the Cabinet Office Briefing Room A. Dmitry walked in to see multiple people, of which he assumed was the War Cabinet, and the Prime Minister.  |
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 25, 2016 23:45:07 GMT
Edmund pointed to a seat at the head of the table for Dmitry to sit at before beginning. "I was informed around 10 minutes ago that Grand Warlord Omar Al-Ghazi has escaped. We're here to be informed the full details of the situation, naturally, President Molchanov is in attendance since this is his country who has had their dignity violently defiled by this escape." He explained before turning to the screen. "Connect us to Moscow." |
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 26, 2016 1:50:28 GMT
"Well, who's got the information on him?"
"I do, Mister President," Cherdenko came on screen and took a seat.
"Prime Minister Cherdenko..." Dmitry grumbled irritably.
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 26, 2016 2:01:00 GMT
Edmund took a seat and gestured towards everyone crowded round the desk.
"These men, bar President Molchanov, are The War Cabinet. One member is currently unable to appear due to them being involved with sensitive and top secret material, however they will be informed of the contents of this meeting. Now please, tell us everything you know about the escape and how it happened, Prime Minister. This event will most likely mean that we shall have to create plans for the invasion of Africa to find Omar if he isn't found within 48 hours."
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 26, 2016 2:28:58 GMT
 "Gladly, Mr. Edmund. Approximately 1 hour earlier, unknown personnel arrived at Penal Colony № 6 Federal Penitentiary Service of Russia in Orenburg Region, also known as Black Dolphin. They arrived in a 12-man squad via BTR-80, presumably stolen," Cherdenko began to explain, "Only 5 minutes later, camera feed in the facility was cut off after the squad split apart, 6 in the detention areas, 2 remaining outside with the BTR, and 4 to the command & control center of the facility. Approximately 30 minutes passed without incident, until conflict erupted in the Eastern Wing of the facility. Gunshots were heard, and 17 security personnel were killed. The group was wearing Russian military uniform, had AK-74s, and access to thermite-based explosives." Dmitry scratched his chin with Cherdenko's statement. He seemed to know a lot about this situation in his opinion. "After a little over 25 minutes, the group escaped Black Dolphin with an injured Omar in tow. However, those that did not leave ingested cyanide pills." Dmitry looked to the Prime Minister with a look that practically said "You're lying to me, aren't you?" |
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 26, 2016 2:38:15 GMT
"President Molchanov told us and the other world leaders about Black Dolphin. Doesn't it have over 900 guards?" Edmund countered. "You're saying 12 people were able to overcome around 900 people!?"
He slammed his fist down on the desk, surprising everyone in the room.
"Prime Minister, while Dmitry may still be trying to get his head round this... I have had time to process this disaster. What are you doing to find him now? It can't be too hard to find a stolen BTR in this day and age. It's hardly a standard white Ford Transit Van!" He enquired venomously.
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 26, 2016 3:17:49 GMT
"I find it hard to believe that only 12 people, no matter how skilled, could overcome a facility of that many soldiers. Even with most of the personnel being off their shifts, that's still approximately the same amount as the prisoners," Dmitry stated, looking to Cherdenko with suspicion.
"I would like to know exactly how you knew these events happened, even when you say that the camera feed was cut." Cherdenko turned to Dmitry and furrowed his brow.
"And were you given the information by the Warden? Why do you not ask him?" Dmitry swore something in Russian under his breath as he thought on Cherdenko's situation.
"Anyways, we are currently trying to locate the BTR through where it was exactly stolen from and where it may go."
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 26, 2016 3:26:08 GMT
Edmund shook his head and nodded towards his Chief Of Staff, Field Marshal Pound. Pound nodded back before leaving the room.
"Forgive his exit, but as far as I'm concerned, you're the one who was responsible for Omar's incarceration while President Molchanov was in The UK... ON VACATION, I might add. Regardless, you've clearly failed in that regard and I have no choice but to take action. While I do not have any sway with the Russian government, I do urge you, Dmitry, to make an example of this... And I have no regrets saying this... Blithering moron!" Edmund then stood up and placed his hands on the table, leaning forward towards the screen. "You have allowed the single most morally bankrupt individual this planet has seen since the likes of Stalin, Polpot and Hitler to tread this earth again."
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