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The Republic of AusValia

Arwindom wrote:Rossendam, National Intelligence Agency Operational HQ
3rd May 2020


The voice of the TV presenter has been ignored so far, with everybody in the hall having something better to do than watch the stupid 6 PM news issue of the Central Broadcasting Service. The monotonous sound of typing keyboards, sometimes accompanied by hurried footsteps and the sharp ringing of phones (Arwindom is notorious for its continued use of old-fashioned "buzzers") suggested that there was plenty of work to be done.

Suddenly, one of the agents faced away from his monitor and turned, alerted, towards the TV. "...the AusValian Federal Police have reported they are no closer to ending the standoff with a cult..." - the TV presenter kept speaking, while a video from an AusValian police helmet camera was streamed onto the screen. "Stupid AusValians" - the agent thought as he turned back towards his monitor. "Always something brewing up over there" - he thought while re-reading an email from his supervisor for what seemed like the 20th time.

He couldn't stay focused, however. Something seemed off. He turned back towards the TV, this time to the phrase "hostage negotiations" accompanied by gunfire. Something was off, definitely, but he couldn't understand what. "Carter" - he thought. "Seems familiar".

By now, a dozen other agents were also looking at the TV, confused, not knowing what distracted them. Colonel Webster also noticed the commotion, briefly raising his head above a report he was reading. "Get back to work, ladies!" - he barked, annoyed at the rapidly dropping level of concentration in the hall. But now he was also distracted. Something did seem special about this footage.

A door slammed open as a young lieutenant burst into the room, accompanied by several other agents. "Colonel Webster!" - they shouted, rushing towards the colonel's desk. "Colonel Webster!"

10 minutes later

As the audience quickly settled down, Colonel Webster, director of the 3rd Section of the Counter-Intelligence Department of the NIS, started to speak.

"It is only by accident, gentlemen, by a sudden turn of fortune that we now know what we didn't know just thirty minutes ago" - he spoke confidently and distinctively from the podium, making a brief pause after every word. "Our colleagues in the AusValian Federal Police have contacted us earlier today, sending us a list of the known cult members that are right now, as we speak, besieged by AusValian authorities after resisting a search and starting a firefight which has already claimed the lives of three people" - the Colonel paused, to let what he had just said sink into the ears of his listeners.

"They asked us whether one of the names seemed in any way familiar. At first, we didn't understand what this had to do with us. But after re-reading the list several times, our agents have reached a shocking conclusion. "

"James Morton, one of the hundred-twenty-two cult members currently engaged against the AusValian police, is... is not James Morton at all. Gentlemen, the AusValian police have unknowingly cornered Frederick DeBianchi, known mafiosi and terrorist, leader of "Spades", the group responsible for the 2004 Rossendam Underground bombings as well as numerous other events which I don't feel the need to mention here as they are known by all Arwindens."

"Mr. DeBianchi has been pursued by our authorities for nearly 16 years now in a terrible game of cat and mouse. He outwitted us, numerous times. We have no idea how any why he escaped to AusValia, but now, it seems, justice has finally caught up to him."

Grave silence filled the conference hall before erupting into a terrible storm of clapping, cheering and screaming. "Ladies and Gentlemen..." - the Colonel spoke amidst continuing celebration - "They got him."

Horhafen RAF, 20 minutes later

"Rider 1, ready for takeoff!" - the pilot announced over the intercom, laying his hand on the engine throttle of his "Maverick" military transport aircraft. "Rider 1, cleared for takeoff!" - the answer came, and the 66 tonnes of sheer awesomeness sprung from their place and rolled forward, speeding up faster and faster along the runway under the low, steady buzz of its four mighty propfan engines, to be followed soon after by another "Maverick" and then yet another one.

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The National Intelligence Service Directorate asks the government of AusValia for permission for its armed agents to join the standoff at Trace Country.

It's a matter of national pride for Arwindom to ensure justice catches up to this piece of human scum who has the audacity to call himself a man. We currently have several aircraft airborne loaded with agents and operators from the 27th Special Ops. Division who, with your permission, will head to AusValia to assist your law enforcement officials in orchestrating the negotiations with the cult members or arresting them by force, as well as bringing Mr. DeBianchi to the Commonwealth to face justice in the court of law.

Dispatch from the Ministry of Foreign Relations

Commonwealth of Arwindom.

Presidential Palace: MTAC- The Multiple Threat Analysis Room

“Welcome everyone, I hope you don’t mind, but with the President off campaigning, he has left me in charge of this meeting,” said CJ Craig, the President’s temporary Chief of Staff, clearly overwhelmed as she barely looked at the group as she sat down at the conference table.

After a second of silence, she looked up from her phone, “Well, where are we?”

“Ma’am, the Arwindom government has reached out to us saying that one of their most-wanted terror suspects is inside the church in Trace County”, said McNally, the Director of Homeland and Global Security. She clicked a button on her remote and a face flashed up on the screen behind her. “Meet, Frederick DaBianchi responsible for the 2004 bombings in Arwindom.”

“How did a terrorist get mixed up with our cult?” asked CJ, finally focused on the briefing rather than her phone.

“Frederick entered the country about eight months ago according to travel records. For about two months he was a drifter, with no known address, job, or bank account. Roughly six months ago we can place him at a bar just outside of Trace County on the same night that Mr. Carter was also present. We have two confirmed reports that Carter reached out to Fredrick in a conversation. We believe he has been living at the compound ever since under the name James Morton. Now James Morton is a 72-year-old man from Temple who died three years ago. Frederick somehow stole Morton’s identification. With this, I believe we have enough to also charge Mr. Carter for aiding an international terrorist.”

“Now hold on” responded Federal Police Director Leon Vance, “There is absolutely no evidence that shows Ashton Carter knew he was dealing with a terrorist. The guy likely had his identification long before he met Carter, and there is nothing to indicate Carter is an extremist”

“Except for the fact that he gunned down a federal agent” responded McNally.

“Probably because you went in their gun blazing. Miss. Craig, Carter, and his group are devoutly religious yes, borderline on cult yes, brainwashed, yes, but they are not terrorists.”

“Except for the fact that they had over half a million dollars in high powered weapons.”

“Alright, enough,” said CJ rubbing her forehead, “How did Frederick enter the country if he was a known terrorist?”

“The Arwindom government never updated us that he was a flight risk to our country” answered McNally.

“But what about the global terrorist watch list for Border Security?”

“That list is updated a hundred times every day. This was not the fault of Homeland and Global Security ma’am.”

“Except for the fact that you let in a terrorist.” snarled the Director of the Federal Police.

McNally just glanced at Leon before looking back at CJ.

“Look the President wants this to stay in the hands of the Federal Police, but do know Leon, this is rapidly becoming an international problem and the President does not want this to take away from the election,” said CJ with a stern and unforgiving face.

“With all respect Miss. Craig, this should fall under the jurisdiction of Homeland, we organize a raid this time tomorrow and have this situation finished for the President and the AusValian people.”

“Nancy do I need to remind you we have eighty-some people in there including innocent children? You breach now, you’ll have nothing but body bags to fill tomorrow,” said Leon.

“The Federal Police will continue their negotiations, Nancy. Leon, you will not have forever. We are now on day five; we better see some results soon.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“The President will also allow some Arwindom personnel to be present during the negotiations. We will also have personnel from the Department of the States as this now involves another country. Now, I have a campaign rally to get to, thank you all. You’re dismissed.”

Everyone around the table stood up grabbing their things and quickly departing the room. Leon slowly walked over the CJ who was back to typing on her phone.
“Ma’am, I want to thank you for trusting the Federal Police.”

“I wouldn’t thank me Leon, trusting you with this just means it’s your ass if this goes up in flames.”

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