[Subtleknifewielder]

OOC: Closed to me, Pravus, and later on, Kevz, who will know when to join.

IC: The airplane descended through the air, to all intents and purposes, no different than any other flight that ended up in Promised Land.

When the passengers got off, they and their luggage were subjected to the usual round of security--full x-ray scans, thermal scans, even geiger counters, to determine if they were carrying unraium, plutonium, or another radioactive substance. No undeclared weapons would be getting in on any commercial flight, and only a few would be permitted, as in the case of visiting foreingn troops and ploice who had clean records.

But this flight was a little different. It came in the form of the African person. Oh, none of the security procedures would catch anything odd, but they were here to shake things up, as he'd been hired to do.

Once they'd gotten through security, thhe would find that there was a taxi waiting for them outside, one that would take them to a hotel room nearby. Not a posh room, by any stretch of the imagination, but it would be comfortable.

Also, in the room, was a dark silhouette, that couldn't be seen clearly against the closed curtains (if they had been open, they would have shown a boringly predictable view of the city).

On the table was a folder, and the silhouette indicated it should be picked up. Inside was a picture of the target--General Davies.

"You understand what you have been hired to do?" the silhouette asked, indicating it was a man. "You'll find the items you need underneath the table that folder is sitting on. And be careful. He has foreign guards, so we won't be able to help you like you might have wished."

[Pravus Ingruo]

"I understand the assignment." The Green Flag operative skimmed the dossier, but had already been briefed before traveling. His dark skin almost made him blend in with the darkness that permeated the room. "Find a way to shoot General Davies, but not kill him. The explosives are to be used as a distraction. Leave the gun, and traces of the explosives, around to frame the Somals. It is of the utmost importance that I would Davies convincingly without killing him. And in case of capture..." the agent referenced what looked like a button on his lapel, "take no chances."

The agent reached under the table, grabbing the explosives and a handgun. He turned the safety on, popped the clip, and checked the barrel expertly. The gun was in working order.

"I assume payment has already been transferred. When do you wish me to strike?"

[Subtleknifewielder]

"Yes, payment is already transferred," the silhouette answered, despite the fact that that was probably a rhetorical statement.

"The best time to strike will be two days from now. The General doesn't often leave the security of the government building, but he'll be dining out that particular day. The location of the particular restaraunt will also be in that folder, along with some recommendations on prime targets for the...'explosive' distraction."

Places such as the airport, two seperate parking garages, and a hospital were among those listed.

[Pravus Ingruo]

The agent looked at the locations and quickly circled the parking garage closest to the restaurant. "I will strike here." He stood, looking at the silhouette. "Is there anything else?"

[Subtleknifewielder]

The silhouette nodded at the good choice for the distraction. Close, but not so close as to alarm the General. "No, that is all. If for any reason you need to contact us, I point you once again to that folder. There is a discrete number you can call." And with that, the silhouette tipped its hat in the agent's direction, turned to the door, and walked out.

[Pravus Ingruo]

The agent had chosen to scout the location where the attack would take place rather than Davies himself for the past two days, mostly due to the fact that Davies didn't do anything lately. However, the trap was now set as he pulled up for his evening meal.

The agent was dining at the same restaurant as Davies, and sitting only two tables away. He had been able to tell immediately where Davies' reservation was for upon walking in, and requested the table closest. Across the street, the Somal explosives were strapped to a car with a full tank of gas, directly in the middle of a number of other cars near a corner. The explosion should be quite fascinating and might perhaps bring the parking structure down if he was lucky.

The agent looked up through his dark sunglasses as Davies walked in with his guards. The agent wore a light colored dress shirt and jeans with sneakers. The Somal gun was strapped in inside the back of his pants. He gave an nondescript nod to one of the guards as they walked by and then continued looking at the menu. The chicken looked excellent tonight.

[Subtleknifewielder]

Davies obviously had no clue what was about to transpire. He casually sat in the booth that had been reserved for him, ordering chicken soup, a glass of cold milk, and a Ceasar salad, then leaned back to wait once he was finished.

It was clear something was troubling him, and considering recent events, it would not be difficult to guess at the problems that his mind was dwelling on. He absently nodded at the agent in the booth next to his, having no inkling that the man had been hired to shoot him.

[Pravus Ingruo]

The agent nodded at Davies' smile, pulling out a cell phone with his opposite hand, dialing the code for the bomb. Not even two seconds later, an explosion powerful enough to blast the windows out of the restaurant and blow those sitting in front into the outer walls permeated the air.

[Subtleknifewielder]

A stunned Davies lay on the floor, blinking in shock. He absently noted that the blast had temporarily rendered him unable to hear, but even as he processed that information, he stood, waving off the assistance of his guards, and looked across the street at the devastation that had been wrought...