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Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

I'm not sure now. I may have gotten it wrong. Let me reread somethings.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Okay sorry it took so long, and sorry for the lack lustre post. But I'm here finally!

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Outside the Dark Bear

A Silver and black Merecedes-Benz 320A rolled up to the front door of the brauhaus. The SS intelligence officer, a tall and severe looking man in the SS uniform, who gets out looks around and sighs, "Cold...quite cold. Fascinating though." he signals to the private in the car to go and park nearby before taking his time off for now. This is Martin North, AKA Uwe Graf, Nazi Intelligence officer by day, Canadian Deep Cover counter intelligence by night. He adjusts his great coat then heads into the building.

Fashionably late as it were. He looks about the bottom floor, his eyes running over the people. He didn't want to admit it, but there had been rumours something was going to happen here. The intelligence wasn't clear, and they hadn't really done anything about it in his department at Abwehr so he wasn't going to call attention to anything. Either way he had been invited to the birthday party happening on the second floor. And he intended to be there. No one would notice the long bladed single handed combat knife hidden in the back of his trousers he figured. Just in case after all.

He walked across the bottom floor, handing his coat and hat to a waitress who came to check on him, "Hide these in the very back of the coat room please Fräulein. Well out of the way of anyone else who is here for the party please." After saying that he assumes a kind of half smile. Walking up and saluting the gathered officers of the Schutzstaffel gathered for the party. He appropriates a tankard of beer, sharing a toast and a drink with the man of the hour, "Herr Lausitz, an honor to be invited to your birthday party. Immensely so indeed. Thank you. And many more years to come yes? Heil the Third Reich, Heil Hitler and of course great honor and long life to Herr Laustiz." He raised his tankard as the other attendees joined him in the toast.

As the conversations restarted he made a round of the guests, greeting majors, colonels, and noted captains. Handshakes and salutes, smiles and words of greeting. When he felt he had made enough of an impression he drifted to the rear of the party. Then when he felt he wouldn't be missed he made his way carefully up the stairs, and into the upper floor of the brauhaus. When he got up there he rubbed a cheek and put the barely touched tankard of beer on a ledge, "It tastes like swill. I'm not sure how they can drink it. What is going on here exactly?" He looked to the Italian, then to the others gathered in the room already, his german accent fading rather quickly as he broke character, "Canadian intelligence tells me they need me in some random place and some random time and to be there as soon as I can. What's going on? And why are we meeting here of all places while there's an SS party going on down there?" The Canadian accent that appears in his voice is much differant from the harsh edged German accent he was speaking moments ago.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Oh right knew I was forgetting something!

EDIT

OKay I think I need to rethink my character. Because I can't for the life of me figure out a reason why a deep cover agent would go and meet up with people he's never met before in a bar he has no reason to be in.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Holy shit I had honestly forgotten about this RP. I'm sorry. I hope this post makes up for it!

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan bit his lower lip, working like a fiend. His fingers flew across the keyboard. Code scrolling up in a mad almost hypnotic fashion up one of the monitors. He murmured as he worked, “Slash x…Marty worm…there you go…keep it cool…and I’m on the grid…bounce it to Bejing, then to Mumbai…there they’ll never trace us…come on…there’s the drone…oh shit…yeah…okay….wait…signal back and…” He hit a key and the controller the man held in the plaza went nuts, it wasn’t a burn out. Drevan couldn’t do that without a direct connection and the man is working wirelessly. But that didn’t mean he could make it a hell of a thing to work with.

But Drevan watched as the drone rammed into the side of the building and everything went up in flames. He slammed his fist down hammer style on the edge of his work desk, “Fuck I wasn’t fast enough.” He spun and quickly got to work, “Liberty. I have a way out for you coming. Head upstairs. Two levels, then make for the southwest corner of the building. Away from the explosion site. Don’t go to the lifts. I’m already seeing fire traveling up and down the shafts. And atleast one car has slipped it’s cables. Climb, and stay out of the smoke.”

He quickly got back to his hack. Having taken control of a remote control crane from across the street that was being used to create another building. He growled, “Who the fuck puts Intrusion Counter Measures on a crane…” He reached over, using the touch feature on one of the monitors to highlight a few programs on that particular monitor then drag them over to the one he’s working the crane on. It almost looks like he’s conducting a symphony there for a moment as his fingers are flying his arms and hands moving. He sticks his tongue out of one side of his mouth as he gets the programs going briefly a graphic coming up on the screen that looks like some knights are fighting a dragon. Then in big blue letters on one of the central screens comes up with, “Access Granted!”
Drevan clapped his hands and grinned, “Got it. Libby, 1 minute!” He directed the crane to swing, almost wrecking ball the empty concrete carrying bucket into the side of the building, bashing open a window, “Get there Libby. Once you’re in let me know and I’ll get you out of there.”

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Carl didn’t lower his weapon immediately. He started to sweep the room instead carefully checking for any other surprises the now dead woman lying to one side of the room may have left behind. He didn’t find any surprises. So he came back around to check on Natalie standing over the body. He stood back and off to the side, ready to duck if the dead woman really did have any tricks left.

Zara had known that she was going to die here. She wasn’t going to get out alive. Maimed perhaps at the least, but death had been the highest option. But she seemed to have some amount of honor. As there was nothing in her hands, save for a small locket, with the face of a tattooed and ritually scarred woman in it. Her thumb pressed lovingly to the picture, which now stained with blood. Carl hummed, “Elite operators…and here we are a huge group of brute force grunts pretty much. Go brute force.” Victor and he spun almost as one as a section of the wall caved in on the other side of the room. The section of fiberglass reinforcing falling inwards and slamming to the ground with a crash. Dust and smoke wafting out from the hole. And a second later a hand coming out of the dust, “Okay easy! Easy!” One of the BlueSword mercs stepping out, his dark armor powdered with dust, “Sorry it took so long sirs and madams. We had to run back to the surface and get a demo team down here. Along with a medical team just in case.”

Victor lowered his shotguns letting out a slow almost tired breath, “Well…we have learned a fair deal here haven’t we?” Carl groaned and looked over at the corpse of the woman. Then around the room, “There is still a lot more to this place. We gonna leave it to the task force?” He slumped down, the adrenaline of the moment finally starting to ease, he looked up at Victor, Natalie and Ross, “What’s the plan bosses? We could probably finish a sweep, or get out of here and leave it to the Task Force outside. Make like a tree and leave before the rest of the group gets here.” He liked that idea personally. Victor looked to his fiancée and Ross, “Shall we get out of here then? We’ve done our share. The General is likely on his way, we return to base, and wait for Debrief. I think our part of this is over yes?” He nodded to his compatriots. He signalled to the Mercs, “Start clean up. And clear the way for the task force. We’ll leave it to them. And the rest of us will head out. I imagine the group that is at the bottom of the mountain is likely to start making their way in when word comes we’ve cleaned out the worst of the group. The rest that have escaped and the last fighters will be taken care of.” The mercs declared they understood and began to move deeper into the mountain, another tunnel into the room having been concealed up until now. Victor groaned, “Let’s go. But watch your step anyway. May still be some problems left behind.” He headed for the hole that the mercs and Task force EOD and Medic team had made, and began to try and squeeze through it. Carl motioned he’d cover the rear, and waited for the rest to proceed.

As the others squeezed out of the hole Carl looked over at the body of Zara, and did the thing no one else wanted to. He took out an incendiary grenade, wrapped Zara’s hands around it then pulled the pin, the grenade began to burn. Carl didn’t wait around to watch the body burn. He followed the others out of the tunnel.

Later back at FOB Grimsby

Victor, Natalie, Ross, Jenny and Carl all sat in the arsenal building set aside for them. Carl laid out across a bench, breathing slow and easy, coming down from the combat high. He’d half stripped out of his armor, laying with his chest plate and boots still on, his leg and arm armor on the rack already, his helmet resting just within reach of his left hand. Victor sat with his back against a wall, within arms reach of Natalie but giving her room as well. All he had off is his helmet which laid in his lap. It’d been a long long day. And the sun was finally falling just outside the hanger.

No one looked up as another body joined them in the hanger. General Lawrence looking over the five Juggernauts. Watching them quietly. Carl barely moved when he caught sight of the General, just letting out a grunt to catch Ross’s attention. Felix raised a hand, “Just as you were…it’s been a long day ladies and gentlemen, a really long day. You earned your rest. We dealt a huge blow to these guys. We even caught a small group of their central command. Trying to bolt from a cave at the base of the mountain. Most of their fighters are holed up inside the mountain and the task force will root them out. For now Wakhan and this group are silenced. You guys chill out for abit. Job well done..” He nodded slowly, “I’ll leave you guys to it.” He gave the five in the room a salute, then turned and walked out.

Carl let out a groan and let his head fall back, “Fantastic…” Was all he got out, far too tired to say much more.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

The CS is very very WIP at the moment, but that's the basic idea.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

More to come! Very WIP

Name (or known Aliases):Martin North aka Uwe Graf

Age: 37

Nationality: Canadian

Affiliation: Deep Cover Counter Intelligence

Role: Counter Intelligence

Appearance

Uniform while in cover

Dark haired, with a late tan to his skin, broad shouldered, with a powerful frame. Power large hands, with piercing grey eyes. He is one of those people who likes to be hands on so his hands, arms and face are scarred and marked.

Personality: On the surface it'd be hard to tell this man is other then some German Intelligence officer, working close with the SS, he's cold, follows his orders, does what he's told. But on ht inside he's actually quite kind and warm hearted. He likes to smile, but his position means he has to be a dark hearted killer.

Service History: (This part needs to be filled out as truthfully as possible. Blank sections are a possibility.)

Other: (The things that add a little spice to them. If you don't put it here, then flesh it out IC, as this is what builds your character's taste.)

"Band of Bastards"- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP!

Fascinating...hmmm...give me abit. See if I can't come up with something.