Operation Schwarze Tot: Aftermath

[Republic of Valhene]

 Pedro was unpacking his school bags when he heard a thumb and clang of utensils from the kitchen. He ran towards the kitchen to see what was the matter.

"Mom?"

His mother was on the ground. Her was body was twisting from side to side, her cheeks a deep hue of red. There was a sudden spasm, then vomit spilled from the corner of her mouth. The twisting grew more violent. Pedro stood frozen in fear, the horrid sight too much for his young mind to apprehend.

The front door creaked open, a tall muscular man walks into the house. He calmly puts his cap onto it's wall hook, clueless to the horror happening in the kitchen.

"Honey, I'm home! Dang, you won't believe the trouble those blockades are having......"

Upon reaching the kitchen, his eyes popped wide open at the sight over his son's head. The man brushed aside Pedro and rushed down on his knees beside his dying wife. The whites of her eyes were out and she was shaking in a curse of violent fits. 

"Oh God! Mary!" he cried out, taking hold of the limp but trembling body against his chest. "Honey, wake up! Talk to me, say something! Oh God! PEDRO GET THE DOCTOR!"

His son stood unmoving, still frozen in fright and great unease. His face was white and stark, his eyes drawn in constant shock. He gasped as more vomit spilled from his mother's mouth, a dribble of foam and gall.

"PEDRO! GET TO THAT PHONE AND CALL THE DOCTOR! NOW!"......................

 

 

 

[Republic of Valhene]

  By the time the doctor made it to the house, the woman was dead. Her twelve year old son cried out in torment and fury as his mother's body bag is lifted inside a waiting an ambulance. The husband watched with a ghostly blank stare, the doctor there to ease him of his loss, with no success. Across the streets, siren lights painted the quiet suburban street. Body bags came out from

  The emergency order to the city came one hour too late for some. By the time radio and news stations warned the citizens of Hol Sen of the contamination in the water treatment plant, thirty people had died from contact and consumption of the poisoned water, with countless hundreds injured. Hospitals were swamped and the road crowded with frantic drivers as they try to get medical help for their love ones. Panic and hysteria cloaks over the city. It is a bloody day in Valhene.

....Hol Sen's water treatment plant hit by armed group.....water poisoned with highly toxic cyanide compound.....WARNING: ALL RESIDENTS IN THE HOL SEN CITY AREA ARE TO TURN OFF THEIR MAIN WATER.....plan's security personnel engaged into firefight with group, said to be highly trained and were wearing uniforms....."It's those damn Delfians and Vallies, they're trying to kill us all!".....President Nelsin speaks about the attack, urges citizens not to jump to conclusion.....riots breaking out in cities all over Valhene against DYSFOR occupational bases.....news of the attack spreading fast...

[Delfos]

"Have you seen this? Seems there's contaminated water in Hol Sen. Civilians and some delfian troops died already."

"Have they warned the population?"

"Yes they've issued a warning some time ago, but the weirdest part is that they blame us. And..."

"What? Stupid valhenians, they don't even know how to thank us."

"As I was about to say, there's some riots..."

"That's new, can't they want to the end of the debellatio so we can all be happy? Stupid crowd. Alright, don't we have some engineers in this base?"

"Yes we do, but the main ones are in the coast with the valideen forces fixing bridges..."

"Call some of those, and to the ones here, tell them to go find where this is coming from. Also start an investigation to know who's responsible, I bet they poisoned themselves."

"They're better in the ground anyway."

"What are you doing here?"

"I've heard this fuss, came to help you, I'm ready to investigate."

"Alright Senhor Matias, give me those criminals."

"Sir? Should we start emergency supply of bottled water?"

"Yes, don't we have so much of them?"

"Alright, I'll order to load the trucks."
***
The available soldiers opened the barrack hold, there is was, heavy supplies. They never had problems with the water until now, Valhene was actually good on water supply, and more than half of the troops in the area were always drinking from the civilian regional supply.


They started loading in trucks, ready for distribution...


They've set free distribution places on the markets and public squares...


And patrols were loaded with some water supplies for the nearby regions, to warn them of the risk and to supply bottled water...


"Well done, keep this running, we'll try to acquire some more water from nearby markets, I'm also asking other DYSFOR to cooperate and to supply us with bottled water. Everything is going fine, any word from those engineers?"

"The ones coming from the northern coast arrive tomorrow, ours have already found several problems, all the same composite, cyanide sir..."

"Weird, who would have access to such materials? Well, our investigator came up with some reports, the population won't talk to us because of that stupid anti-DYSFOR propaganda, but since he's from this region, people go easy on him."

"Seems we have everything on track, we should ask for more water supply to the motherland, our supplies will run out in a week, without counting the incoming supplies from other regiments."

[Delfos]

The fire-station was up ahead. Several delfian soldiers climbed down the jeeps and had some words with the soldiers on guard of the fire-station.
"Alright, call those firemen."
"Hey, John, come here..."
"'Sup Alfredo?"
"This is officer Silva and Blorovic, they've been told that all fire departments of this region need to start water runs from your own supplies. There's two towers west of here, we would like to know where are all water towers."

"Well we have a map inside, I can give you a photocopy. Why do you need so much water?"
"Well, seems the water supplies have been poisoned, and our own water supplies aren't enough, the problem is bigger than we thought. Our men will escort your tank trucks wherever you need to go."
"Alright, come inside so we can communicate the plan."

It was simple and easy. All fire departments were notified, some had already received delfian officers.

[Lia]

 A cocktail grenade lands nears the foot of the DYSFOR occupied building. Angry shouts and curses fill the air as a drove of Hol Seners confront the occupational troops at this part of the city. The water incident had trigger a significant onset of resistance movement among the city dwellers. Their patience with the foreigners had run out, and it didn't take a fool to know that things were out of hand. Order and peace is slipping away.

 Agent F2 checks the sights of the modified RPG-7, it's reticule aimed at the second floor of the DYSFOR command post. At this range, the rocket will easily make it's mark. He does a last minute check on the range settings just in case.

 The shaded window where he peers through was on the eighteenth floor of an abandon high rise office, ten blocks away from his target. The DYSFOR occupation had done a number on the local economy, and completely empty office buildings like this one are not uncommon. The DYSFOR command post is in direct view from up here, and F2 could see and feel the intensity spitting out from the crowd several blocks away. Just a few more seconds, and the gathering riot will be optimal for his mission. He deactivated the safety in preparation for the shot.

  Lia guide me and make my aim true...

 He pulled on the suction cups stuck onto the pre-cut glass, making a nice big circular in the window glass. F2 shoulders the rocket launcher and takes aim. Through it, he could see tear gas fuming near the command post as the riot continues. The bang of rubber bullet guns penetrates the air. F2 steadies the reticule, and pulls the trigger with his leather gloved finger. The deafening roar of the rocket and back exhaust blast into the office room.

 A trail of smoke streams from the tube of the RPG-7, the front wall of the command post disappearing into a flash of light and dust. The smoke clears and Agent F2 recovers from the shot to see a nice large hole and spread of rubble present itself beneath him. He took a moment to admire his handiwork before begin the urgent task of escaping before DYSFOR finds him. No problem for a seasoned agent of Lia.

 He covers himself in a garbage bag coat and proceeds quickly to the elevator. At the elevator doors, a gagged and tied man was stirring down on the ground, the result of last night's last minute kidnapping. The man pleads through the gag for his release, but F2 pays no heed and pulls the man across the hall and into the room where he had just fired his weapon from. The agent pulls a pistol out from his bag on the side. There was a muffle of cries from the man. F2 grabbed tight of the man head, and positions the muzzle of the pistol on the man's right temple.

"You're right handed right?" F2 asked the sobbing and helpless man. "And if you were to have done an selfless act of patriotic resistance, no doubt you would had killed yourself knowing that the invaders would had capture and executed you?"

  Tears begin to drip from his eye, the man realizing what was to happen next. F2 pulled the trigger, and the 9mm Luger drilled into the man's head. His body limps down to the floor after a spray of blood. F2 wipes the blood that landed on his face and pulls off the garbage bag coat that protected his clothes from the blood of the victim. He stuffed the bloody bag coat into another plastic bag laced with ammonia, then throws it into his duffel bag.

  After untying restrains and gag, he positions the dead man's body to make it appear the suicide scene he had mentioned before. He also fits a pair of black gloves onto the dead man's hands (lest any investigator wonders why there were no fingerprints on the weapon triggers), making sure to force the pistol into the dead man's right hand. After laying down the used RPG tube beside the dead man, he quickly left the room and headed towards the stairs. Using the elevators was out of the question, seeing how he had booby trapped it and the first floor entrances with C4 explosives and thermite charges.

  He made his way down to the seventh floor, scanning the windows for an opening he had made earlier. He finds it, dropping his bag to the ground below and quickly slides down a pre-secured hemp rope. His feet lands onto the pavement of the unloading dock at the left side of the high-rise, the area dark and deserted. He straightened his clothes and made his way quickly through the maze of alleys and fences. Once on the open street, he walked calmly alongside other pedestrians, before entering a waiting car two blocks away.

  "So how did it go?" the man sitting beside him asks. "No mistakes I hope?"

F2 pulls off his gloves and throws them into his bag before answering. "Do you see me as that bad of an agent?"

  "Of course not, just making small talk," the man said back. He takes out a cigar and places it into his mouth. F2 notices and expertly steals it away with his quick hands.

"What is this?" F2 said as he fidgeted with the tobacco. "Looks expensive..."

  "A present from our sponsors," the man remarked back. He took the cigar back from F2 and proceeds to light it. He is interrupted by the ring of a cellphone in his suit pocket. The man looks at the call display and answers it.

"Renmar, what do you have for me?"   

"-Sir? That RPG did the trick, it's pandemonia down here..." said a meek voice. Loud explosion and bangs echo in the background. The distinct scream of people spills out in interval.

"Good, continue to monitor the situation." The man flips off the cellphone and finally lights his cigar. He takes a good draw of it, enjoying the crisp and pungent flavour of it. It is matched by the smell of burning gasoline and smoke drifting outside.

The scent of luxury and chaos, what a fine pair they make...   

     

 
     

[Delfos]

"Stop the truck!"
"What is it?"
"Bring this firetruck to our command center, we've been attacked."
"By who?"
"Probably your fellow insurgents."
"Hey don't mix me with that scum."

When they arrived the scene, there was just a hole in the building and some papers flying and burning. They got in the building and made sure everyone was following protocol, but only 2 squads were in the open trying to find the location of it.

Suddenly they heard an explosion nearby, screams came after.
"What happened?"
"Explosion in the building ahead."
"What there anybody in?"
"Two soldiers."
One was still alive, screaming like hell. His legs had blown off, his face was burnt and he was spilling blood all over.
"What out,t here may be traps, call Fernando, he's explosives expert."
"I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!!!"
"Calm down, we'll get you out of here. We need a medic."
"Medic!"
radio "A medic? that's hard, everyone is at the command post, I'll try my best, see you soon."
"Calm down.."
"AAAH! Where's Pedro!!"
"Pedro is gone, stay down."
"Here!"
"Fernando here, and I bring a medic. If there's traps we need to move everyone out now."

Fernando had some experience with this kind of situation, he was in the force that assaulted a Black Scorpion Clan outpost in Mahara, everything had safety procedures and every meter of floor had explosive traps.
"These were traps for sure, looking in the elevator, I can see burnt wire."
"Alright, we need to move up, I'm sure this is the place. Can you check the stairs?"
"Sure will."
Stairs were fine, they quickly moved up.

"Sir! here!"
"What is it private?"
"This man, 9mm on his side, looks suicide. There's an RPG-7 too..."
"Looks like, don't touch anything. I'll call the criminal specialists."
"Pretty good view of the offices here."
"Inform the other squads to search nearby buildings for more insurgents."
"He has tears sir..."
"What?"
"The dead man, has tears sir..."
"How can you tell?"
"Wet eyes and water blur on his shirt."
"You've been watching too much CSI, leave it to the pros."
"I need some help to disarm the traps, they are very simples, we just need to be careful."
"I'll be right down Fernando. You stay here until the criminalists come, don't touch anything."

[Myroria]

A woman stood among the dry fields of southern Myroria, light stains of dirt showing on her ironed dress. Next to her stood another woman, slightly taller, with auburn red hair. Her work clothes were far dirtier than the pressed clothing of the newswoman about to interview her. She looked into a television at the back of an open news van; her collegue back in the city was nearing the end of talking.

"The economy seems to be doing better; for the first time hints of green are coming back in some southern Myrorian farmland. Unfortunately, the Republic of Valhene is not doing as well as His Majesty was hoping. Cyanide compounds in their drinking water threaten to kill hundreds, if not thousands, and the DYSFOR nations are doing everything they can to keep the situation under control. Here is Julia Serjroth, interviewing a wife and mother of two who left Valhene shortly before the first cases started cropping up."

"Thanks, Robert. Yes, I'm here interviewing Emily Dran, who's farm was one of the hundreds affected by the drought. Her vacation to Valhene almost went horribly wrong. What did you see when you visited Valhene?"

"Well, it started off as any vacation would - we knew the situation in the country, but the theme parks for our boys seemed so safe." began the dirt-covered woman, with a thick southern Myrorian accent.

"I remember when we were going back to the hotel on our last night in Valhene, we saw a truck crashed into a telephone pole, and some Delfian soldiers carrying some water bottles - but they were small, see? Couldn't have been more than eight ounces. They were all about half full, and they were going to the water supply nearby. I suppose, lucky for us, we just had soda and beer that night. Otherwise...who knows what would have happened! On the plane, even! Dreadful mess that would have made, real dreadful."

"Do you think the Delfians poisoned the water, Emily?"

"I don't wanna make a scapegoat of 'em - I'm no racist - but who knows. Maybe they were drunk and didn't know how to drive. They did have sort of light skin, but, I mean, it's real cold there, they could have lost their tan in a couple of weeks! Ahh, I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, thank you Emily. Back to you, Rob."

[Republic of Valhene]

  President Nelsin buried his head in his arms. Reports were in all over that people were taking arms against the foreigners. There was even a direct attack on a command post in Hol Sen by RPG rockets. Some in his own party had even left to join the resistance groups that were growing by the day. Their efforts in peaceful defiance had fail, and the winds of violence were taking root. The situation was looking bad for the Republican government.

  DYSFOR continues to accuse his government of supporting the insurgents, and had refused any call for cooperation in stemming the violence. Even his own citizens had ignored the call for reason, growing blankly hostile towards the foreign troops after the water incident at Hol Sen. They even blamed him for not doing anything in evicting the foreigners. Valhene was descending into something he and his brother had wanted to avoid at all cost. More people dying and lives being ruined because of war...and the lost of democratic sanity.

  Nelsin's thoughts were interrupted by a loud thump of the door opening. Several men walked into his presidential office, some bearing familiar faces of his party members and some he never seen before. They stood in a position surrounding his desks, their expression blank and hollow.

"Carl, what's the meaning of this?" the president nervously asked.

"Forgive me Devon, but things have changed," a man in the middle spoke out. He handed Nelsin a sheet of paper with signatures. "The others and I had decided to vote you out of office and give our support to the Opposition in this confidence vote. You are no longer president, a new election will begin next week to find your replacement."

"So I see...", Nelsin muttered. "And who are these men?"

"Members of the Eagle Minutemen, they had agree to support us against the occupational troops and provide us with security."

"You deal with armed insurgents? This is an disgrace to our democracy! What about our vow for non-violence? Have you forgotten it already?"

"Nelsin, we have try that method for so long with little result! The foreigners continue to trample our rights and mock our democracy, they do not care for any of it! Why are we still putting on this show, if all they do is turn their face around and label us as rebels in our own country? It's time to fight back these tyrants, all of us here refuse to see a day when foreign dictatorship holds supreme in Dysanii!"

"I will not see the day of guerrilla insanity in Valhene!"

"You live in a dream world Nelsin, not everyone in this world embraces freedom and liberty as us. This world is full of dictators and imperialists that only sees us as weak prey for the taking! And do not forgot, the Republic is itself built from the blood of the fallen who fought against the autocratic nobles and barons of the past. We are in the same situation as our forefathers. Only armed patriots will defeat a tyrant's grip!"

Nelsin sank in his chair. While he hated to admit it, his colleague was right. Two years of campaigning, and still the Valideans and Delfians hold their grip on Valhene. The international community had turned an blind eye on them, completely ignored their pleads for understanding and salvation. Even those that extend their hand to them had dark motives behind their smiles.

Outside of the office, the sound of sirens blare and song of street warriors fill the streets. Smoke bellow from parts of town and gunfire from foreign troops disturb the usually quiet down. It is a familiar orchestra to freedom fighters around the world, that of fury and hate for the enemy.   

     

[Delfos]

ooc: In normal time-line we haven't received any valhene government cooperation, we don't know it exists and we never accused anyone for supporting insurgency.