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You, Agent "Gravel", or the Cordacian People's Federation, the extremist group responsible for the death of Kamlarian Minister of Defense, Jerry Bolkovsky, are currently on an espionage/assassination mission to murder the Kamlarian king, because of a not-so-recent cold war. You are currently posing as the Minister of Foreign affairs, as ironic as it sounds, Boris Kissinger, who you guys somehow managed to lock up in a cellar back in the borderlands.
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"Boris, sir," calls an agent or his, or yours, depending on how committed you are to the operation. You're in Boris' living room, kicked back on a khaki-colored sofa, which feels a lot like your codename. As much as you hate the sofa, it's apparently a luxury here in Kamlar. You spot the agent, stationed in the doorway, with a suitcase and a holstered .45 caliber handgun, which appears to be standard issue in these parts. "The king is said to be heading to Kraitsville in three days, he calls for all ministers to attend at his celebration. He says he's celebrating the victory against those rebels back in Ramesville, but I can tell he's got different ideas which he won't reveal to the public. Anyway, we better get moving, the chauffeur is waiting in the car out front, come when you're ready. We've got three days."
Damn father knows best state. |
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"I hear you, let's get going," I reply, getting up from the particularly uncomfortable sofa, making my way out of the household, headed for the chauffeur. |
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You step through his somewhat ruined kitchen, then the entry area, which is also as if a bacchanal had just occurred, due to the trouble your men had 'removing' the real Boris, yet the agent doesn't seem to care too much.
You then exit the manor, stepping onto a cobbled road, passing by well-trimmed grass and a nice and plastic-looking garden. Just at the end of the pathway, sits a black, bulletproof sedan, with patiently waiting civil-guard officer, armed to the teeth, stands outside.
Just as you begin entering the sedan, your agent starts,
"We're going to stop by the Royal Establishment, (which is basically just a large government and military only hotel,) for a bit, then we'll travel along the underground railways after we get rested, it'll come in handy by the time the party starts, unless you plan on coming empty handed, that is?"
Naturally, you check your watch. It is currently 13:49. |
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"This is already a suicide mission, it might as well be successful; you bet your ass I'm going in there with a gun," I reply to the agent with a bit of a humorous tone. |
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(he doesn't know you're not the actual minister) |
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(Huh, I'm confused a little bit here.) |
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(you're alone on a mission simply because you're almost identical to the minister, and it's just a new agent who got "replaced" because the old one also just happened to disappear too) |
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(Still a little hard to follow, so sorry for the one-liner. I'll reply to this again later; gotta get Vineyard going. It's about to start.)
"Sounds good to me," I reply to the agent, taking my seat in the Sedan. |
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(i'm sorry for being so confusing, it's been a while since i've posted anything, i've been working on something for a bit too long)
You sit down, on yet another gravely seat. He nods, and sits next to the driver, who has an excessively large beard, which would not be acceptable back in your homeland.
About ten minutes into your adventure, your stolen phone rings, it's James Fauthenschmitts, a senator representing 'your' home province. |
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"Evening, Mr. Fauthenschmitts," I greet over the phone casually. |
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"Same to you. You hear about the festival?"
You then remember that Fauthenschmitts is known for being (quite obiovusly) corrupt, yet still in office. |
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"No I haven't. Enlighten me, Mr. Fauthenschmitts." |
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(party/celebration/thingamajingy = festival)
"Ah, well, the king is calling us all up to Kraitsville, I'm guessing it's about the 'war', I was wondering what you thought, though." |
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(I was thinking of it as a specific one, say a state fair or something along those lines.)
"Thoughts on what? The fair?" I question. |
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(the party you're going to, ffs, i'm failing at word choice, here)
"Oh, so you didn't hear, yet? The king's calling us to the capitol, and he isn't defining why, I was thinking you, as the minister, here, might have a clue on what's going on."
You hear a bit of unsettling background noises, similar to a fire, and possibly even a gunshot. |
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"It's going to be a lovely time, definitely. I'll see you there, yes?" I ask. |
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"Ah, so you do know? But ,no, actually, I'm not invited, I'm no minister, yet, of course." |
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(Regular person.)
(Walks in.)
"I presume you know how much harm you have caused?" |
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"Well, that's a shame. I guess I'll have to enjoy it myself then, huh?" I reply, trying to end this call as soon as possible. |
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He hangs up on you, after saying his goodbyes. Outside of the car, you see you're somewhere in a woodland area, and there's a sign which says "checkpoint up ahead". |
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Hmph, should be no issue. I deposit my phone in my pocket and wait until I reach said checkpoint.
(Vineyard's plot is about to kick off.) |
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(k)
The car passes by the checkpoint, no stopping needed, as you just happen to have two police cruisers escorting you, which you haven't noticed before.
You start to enter a fenced-off military-like complex, with a large, bland, gray building in the center, which must be the place you're staying for the night, the establishment.
The car stops right in front of it, which, once up close, you notice is much bulkier, and seems to be forged completely out of some sort of blast-proof material. The driver steps out, then opens up the door, showing you the un-tinted view of the door, which is being opened by another agent-like person.
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I step out and get a good view of the courtyard and those around. |
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It's like an airstrip, except instead of hangars, there are many garages and bunker-like buildings. There are also many anti-air guns, along with a large 13-inch cannon. Before you were sent here, you were told that this is where Kamlar stores most of it's military grade weaponry, information, archives, and other confidential stuff. You spot about 20 civil guard officers training over near the set of only two hangars to your right, none of which are armed. |
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