Sgt Shidner

****Private**** "What?" Fuhrer Lummel looked over the message he received a short while ago. "Paintball? A international game? Why, this might just be the thing we need." His advisor, Jans Georgi looked over his shoulder, "Need? What do you mean, sir?" "A break, Jans. A break from this hecticness." Janko set down the message, "Since the rebel uprising in the west, this whole country has been on edge. Our entire basis of our country is built around our weapon's production. We need a slight break. A time for a little entertainment. What better way to get this than to send one of our finest to do mock battle with the other nations of this world. Who knows," He chuckled at the thought of the game, "It might be fun." ****Public**** Kriegland will be sending Major Jonathan Genkins. An accomplished marksman and leader of our 86[sup]th[/sup] Storm Marine Battalion. He will be accompanied by a small delegation comprising of a 6-man Sturmtruppen honor guard and Commander Michael Worhol.

As Kottan began to walk off, Johnas glanced at his watch and saw the time. He remembered what the man with the gun had said in the car. He looked around the hallway around him and then saw a pillar with a bust atop it. It looked rather unstable and he wondered if it could fall. [i]If i were to just knock it down then she would say something like 'Oh, someone else can clean it up,' or something like that[/i], He quickly thought. [i]BUT if i were to.....ah ha[/i]. He began turning as if to follow Kottan and hit the small pillar with his shoulder. It began to topple over and Johnas purposely walked in front of the falling column, seemingly unknowingly. He glanced back to see where it was falling and placed his leg under it and awaited the inevitable. The heavy pillar came down with a thud, landing squarely at the joint where his leg and foot connected. Johnas felt a resounding crack echo through his body and despite all efforts, he let out a pained groan as he fell to the ground.

With the cars parked outside in the courtyard, Janko and Irina strode inside the two massive wooden and steel doors that led to the Palace's inner area. Upon entering, Janko's military style boots made resounding echos inside the massive entrance hall as the cobblestone floor they trod upon changed to that of marble. He led Irina to the ceremonial conference hall and as they rounded the side of the table, he pulled out a chair for her. "Our chef will be arriving shortly to ask what you would like to eat." Janko said, "It seems that if we are hear to discuss and sign treaties, we might as well dine while we do so." A man came inside with a small recorder and printer-type machine. He set them down on the table and walked away. But not before saluting the Fuhrer. "This is a voice recorder and writer. I find it makes it easier to dictate letters and such when i need to." Janko said as the man left the room, "Hopefully it will ease up the treaty-making process."

"Uh.....ok." Johnas was still reeling from the fact that someone was out to kill Kottan, "I don't know who this is that you're talking about, but i'll see what i can do." Johnas quickly exited the car and went back to the vehicle where is personal guard waited. He left the mysterious man in the other car, [i]If he could make it into there unseen[/i], he thought, [i]he can certainly leave unseen as well[/i]. As he neared the car, he motioned for his six men to exit the vehicle and join him outside. "Sergeant Kappel," Johnas said as his men gathered around him, "I want you and three of your men to stand guard at the entrance to this place, no one gets in without the proper documentation." "Yes, sir!" Kappel selected three men and all of them unslung their rifles and jogged of to the entrance. "As for you two, i want you to accompany me inside and then i want one of you on each side of the main entrance to the building." Johnas said as he turned to walk inside, "Same deal. Don't have documentation? They're not coming inside." With his men beside him, Johnas strode inside the building. The two Sturmtruppen broke away as they entered and each of them took up a stance on each side of the door. It was then that Johnas began exploring the building, casually looking for Kottan.

"Of course. An economic treaty would be great to have under our belt." Janko relished the idea of forming diplomatic ties with yet another foriegn country. "As for military agreements, i'm sure a mutual defense pact or something to the like could be arranged if you'd like. We'd also love to have the opportunity to aid your military as well. I extend the offer of the help of our state-run weapon's company BlitzKrieg Armaments. You will find not better weapon producer in this area of the globe." "For the treaties, i'm sure we can draft something up once we reach the Palace." Janko smiled.

Even after Kottan had assured him that the man following them wasn't one of hers, Johnas was still wary. He glanced back a couple times and saw that the man was still back there, pedeling furiously. Once the car had stopped, Johnas felt a certain sigh of relief seeing that the man was not behind them any longer. Kottan informed him that she must depart momentarily and so Johnas sat back in his seat as she left. He was still a little uneasy at the persistancy of their follower and he reached down to grab his concealed 9mm Firestorm pistol he carried with him but was taken aback as he noticed the holster was empty. [i]Damn it[/i], he thought angrily, [i]i must have left it on the plane[/i]. It was just after this thought crossed his mind that a strange man jumped into the car, wielding a large handgun. Johnas thought twice about pressing the silent alarm button he wore around his upper arm, but as he noticed the man was not aiming the weapon at him, he reconsidered. "No, i have no intention of hurting you." Johnas replied to the man's challenge, "But seeing as you are the one with the weapon, i see no choice for me but to help you."

"The embassy, huh? Interesting." Johnas replied as she initialled the paper and put it back in her folder. He noticed her glance out the window and a sudden reaction to something she saw. It was her following action of getting out a journal of sorts and writing quickly that caused him to feel some concern. He looked over the back of the seat, straining his neck as he looked back. He saw a man on a bicycle following the car, oddly enough keeping pace. Turning back around, he asked, "What are you doing and...who is that following us?"

"Oh man. I'm sorry." Johnas said as he looked at Kottan, "That looks like it hurt." After Kottan got in the car, Johnas followed and sat down across from her. When he set down his briefcase, the clasp of the chain around his wrist caught on his skin and tore a small gash in it. He quickly moved to cover it up with his other hand. Noticing that Kottan was fiddling with some blueprints and saw an opening to draw the conversation away from him before Kottan noticed his injury, "So, what are you working on there?"

The Green/Black striped piece of land has been given to Fizzydog for his new country, United Isocoles. [img]http://s560.photobucket.com/albums/ss42/Sgt_Shidner/Landgivaway.png[/img] Oh....and my country's name is not Kreigsland, its Kriegland. Just a little change.

Kriegland is happy to welcome the new nation of United Isocoles to this world. We hope that even though you have broken away from us that or ties will be as strong as ever.

"No of course not. I don't mind at all." Janko said as they walked. He actually admired the fact that she was willing to visit a foreign country by herself. [i]Takes guts[/i], he thought to himself. Once they reached the limousine, one of the honor guard opened the door and first Irina and then Janko got in. With a slight rumble, the limo's engine started as did the three Rook's. Within in seconds, they were moving and on their way to the People's Palace. "So, in this visit," Janko turned towards Irina, "What is it we hope to accomplish with this meeting? What sort of ties do you want between our countries?"

"Yes, She's been very nice indeed. She does seem to be a kind-hearted girl. Very down to earth, even if seeming like she has her head in the clouds sometimes." Johnas laughed quietly. "As for the chain, It is for extra security." At this he chuckled, "The briefcase contains a draft of a Mutual Defense Pact and a small folder of designs i'm going to present to the Carthaginian government." His head jerk upwards at the crash above and he moved slightly, as if to look through the floor and see what had happened. When Kottan came down the stairs and stood by Ayo, Johnas saw the bump on her head. [i]Ouch[/i], he thought, [i]what could she have done[/i]? "Its fine," Johnas said as he stood up to go to the door, "This is the first time i've been to Carthage, what better way to spend it than learning the ways of the people that live here. Tardiness matters not." "Sooo," He asked as him and Kottan stepped outside to return to the car, "What exactly happened upstairs?"

Kottan pushed her hand into her pocket and retrieved a set of keys. She led the way up to the front door and unlocked the door. "Kottan, your stuff's all put together. Just go get it and get gone." her sister said, tossing her medium-long brown hair over her shoulder. Kottan sighed and hugged her. "This is my sister Ayo. Ayo, I'd like you to meet Mr. Johnas Adems of Kriegland." Ayo raked her green eyes over him approvingly, noting that he seemed very kind. Kottan ran up the stairs, and Ayo said, "Mr. Adems, please sit down," motioning to a red chair in the living room Stepping inside, Johnas looked around and noted the very nice interior of Kottan's house. He was a little thrown off by Kottan's sister's slightly harsh greeting. [i]Perhaps that is how they greet each other[/i], Johnas thought, [i]they are sisters anyway[/i]. "Hello," He nodded his head in a greeting way towards Ayo. "Its nice to meet you." When tlkd to sit down, he walked over to the red chair as pointed out. Sitting down he set down his briefcase beside him. [i]Why do i even wear this chain[/i], he thought as he set down the case which was attatched to his wrist by a small stainless steel chain, [i]its so stupid[/i].

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