Eternity RPC Board
06-02-2019, 03:58 PM
Severograd, Severyane
Pavel Jahoraw was sitting with his wife in their hotel restaurant, enjoying the live music and having dinner. Next to their table, a man was having a large beer. He was a tall, strong man. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his head was shaven. At some point during the evening, the man got up and left. But he had forgotten his wallet, which was left at the table. Pavel noticed it, and took the wallet and ran after the man. His wife went back to their hotel room.
In the corridors towards the elevators, Jahoraw finally caught up with the man and offered him his wallet. 'Thanks for that! That's odd. I never forget my wallet. Let me buy you a drink!' The tall man spoke very poor Severyan, with a distinguishable accent.
'Where are you from, if I may ask?' Jahoraw asked as they walked towards the hotel lounge, where they had comfortable chairs, a fireplace and a bar.
'Im from Saamo,' he replied. 'Jori Jaakola is the name,' and he reached out to Jahoraw.
'Pavel Jahoraw,' Jahoraw replied as he shook his hand.
The two men sat down for a drink and continued to talk. 'So what brings a Saami here in Severyane?' Pavel Jahoraw enquired.
Jaakola took a sip from his whisky. 'I served in the Saamo army, but I quit and went to work in transport. Now I work anywhere I want.'
Jahoraw nodded. 'Are you here on an assignment?'
Jaakola nodded carefully. 'Someone from the Nentsian Trade mission in Tyko paid to stay in this hotel and wait for a package to come to me, and to take it to its next destination.'
Jahoraw smiled from satisfaction. He knew Yeleshev had taken up contact with the embassy, and a Nentsian trade representative in Saamo, in reality a military intelligence officer, had approached Jaakola. He was Jahoraw's explosives expert. The package he was to receive were his instructions, and his destination was Mordvania. Of course it would've been much easier to send someone from the Nentsian military. But simple and easy were synonymous with dangerous and foolish, in the dictionary of an intelligence officer. The more they could cloak this operation in obscurity and seeming randomness, the more difficult it would be for the Mordvanians to trace its steps back, or worse, to interrupt it.
Jahoraw had been using a dozen of anonymous cell phones in Severyane to text messages to his contacts in Mordvania. He had instructed several of them to find out ways to acquire anonymous cars or vans. One would be used to carry the explosives destined for MordTV, but the others were old-fashioned getaway cars. They would be used to smuggle Jaakola either out of Mordvania, or towards a safe house where he could hide until the Mordvanians scaled down their manhunt. Several getaway cars were required, due to the prevalence of cameras in the modern world. At least one getaway car would have to be abbandoned after they had left the Mordvanian capital, where a fresh car with a new driver would be waiting in the bushes or whatever. That one would be used to transport the suspect to the third getaway car, that should be completely unknown to the authorities, and be able to cross the border without raising suspicion. If necessary, it could drive back into the city and deliver him to a safe house.
On the advice of Jaakola, Jahoraw instructed several of his contacts in Mordvania to go to the store and buy 1 propane tank, that is usually used for barbecues. This shouldn't attract suspicion like buying an enormous amount of fertilizer, but with several tanks of propane one could definetely make a powerful car bomb.
But there was danger hanging over the operation. There was, since a while now, a mole inside the Nentsian security organs that was leaking documents to the Mordvanian MERSEK once in a while. And although he could not access or send any written documentation of Operation Ksenia, he did know of its existence and passed on a digital note to his Mordvanian handlers in Nentsia. He used a multitude of anonymous web accounts and encrypted messaging software to share documents with the Mordvanians, but now he left for them something he had written himself:
PRESIDENT HAS AUTHORIZED SABOTAGE OPERATION BY 2ND DEPARTMENT OF GENERAL STAFF (MIL. INTEL.)
PURPOSE OF THE OPERATION IS TO BOMB MORD TV HQ.
NO ACCESS TO FURTHER DETAILS.
DO NOT CONTACT ME.
Pavel Jahoraw was sitting with his wife in their hotel restaurant, enjoying the live music and having dinner. Next to their table, a man was having a large beer. He was a tall, strong man. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his head was shaven. At some point during the evening, the man got up and left. But he had forgotten his wallet, which was left at the table. Pavel noticed it, and took the wallet and ran after the man. His wife went back to their hotel room.
In the corridors towards the elevators, Jahoraw finally caught up with the man and offered him his wallet. 'Thanks for that! That's odd. I never forget my wallet. Let me buy you a drink!' The tall man spoke very poor Severyan, with a distinguishable accent.
'Where are you from, if I may ask?' Jahoraw asked as they walked towards the hotel lounge, where they had comfortable chairs, a fireplace and a bar.
'Im from Saamo,' he replied. 'Jori Jaakola is the name,' and he reached out to Jahoraw.
'Pavel Jahoraw,' Jahoraw replied as he shook his hand.
The two men sat down for a drink and continued to talk. 'So what brings a Saami here in Severyane?' Pavel Jahoraw enquired.
Jaakola took a sip from his whisky. 'I served in the Saamo army, but I quit and went to work in transport. Now I work anywhere I want.'
Jahoraw nodded. 'Are you here on an assignment?'
Jaakola nodded carefully. 'Someone from the Nentsian Trade mission in Tyko paid to stay in this hotel and wait for a package to come to me, and to take it to its next destination.'
Jahoraw smiled from satisfaction. He knew Yeleshev had taken up contact with the embassy, and a Nentsian trade representative in Saamo, in reality a military intelligence officer, had approached Jaakola. He was Jahoraw's explosives expert. The package he was to receive were his instructions, and his destination was Mordvania. Of course it would've been much easier to send someone from the Nentsian military. But simple and easy were synonymous with dangerous and foolish, in the dictionary of an intelligence officer. The more they could cloak this operation in obscurity and seeming randomness, the more difficult it would be for the Mordvanians to trace its steps back, or worse, to interrupt it.
Jahoraw had been using a dozen of anonymous cell phones in Severyane to text messages to his contacts in Mordvania. He had instructed several of them to find out ways to acquire anonymous cars or vans. One would be used to carry the explosives destined for MordTV, but the others were old-fashioned getaway cars. They would be used to smuggle Jaakola either out of Mordvania, or towards a safe house where he could hide until the Mordvanians scaled down their manhunt. Several getaway cars were required, due to the prevalence of cameras in the modern world. At least one getaway car would have to be abbandoned after they had left the Mordvanian capital, where a fresh car with a new driver would be waiting in the bushes or whatever. That one would be used to transport the suspect to the third getaway car, that should be completely unknown to the authorities, and be able to cross the border without raising suspicion. If necessary, it could drive back into the city and deliver him to a safe house.
On the advice of Jaakola, Jahoraw instructed several of his contacts in Mordvania to go to the store and buy 1 propane tank, that is usually used for barbecues. This shouldn't attract suspicion like buying an enormous amount of fertilizer, but with several tanks of propane one could definetely make a powerful car bomb.
But there was danger hanging over the operation. There was, since a while now, a mole inside the Nentsian security organs that was leaking documents to the Mordvanian MERSEK once in a while. And although he could not access or send any written documentation of Operation Ksenia, he did know of its existence and passed on a digital note to his Mordvanian handlers in Nentsia. He used a multitude of anonymous web accounts and encrypted messaging software to share documents with the Mordvanians, but now he left for them something he had written himself:
PRESIDENT HAS AUTHORIZED SABOTAGE OPERATION BY 2ND DEPARTMENT OF GENERAL STAFF (MIL. INTEL.)
PURPOSE OF THE OPERATION IS TO BOMB MORD TV HQ.
NO ACCESS TO FURTHER DETAILS.
DO NOT CONTACT ME.