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National guard units in every province had been informed of the incident. What had not been immediately apparent, but was fully realised upon further review of the video evidence, was that the two perpetrators we in fact on the run from the Promised Land government. They were last seen heading east, on the main road to Fort Sil, but if they didn't find them soon, there would be little chance of doing so at all, with the number of side roads, and the vast amount of desert that made up New Cymru. Aerial units were dispatched immediately. The next half an hour was agonizing but finally they had been spotted. Roadblocks were set up along every intersection, mostly just heavy blocks of concrete. The aim was to draw them into the trap.

Captain Glyn Bennett was part of New Cymru Military Intelligence, and, for reasons he could not discern, he had been given command of a company of special forces soldiers. He was not extraordinary in any way, but he had been put in charge of a seemingly important mission. His radio squaked, ETA of the target was five minutes and everyone was in place. The ambush would take place in an underpass along the main road, where the Main Trunk Railway passed overhead. As soon as the vehicle crossed into the concrete tunnel, a truck would be parked on the road, cutting off their retreat. They would be trapped between two forces, and death or surrender would be their only options.

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The two agents could hardly fail to notice the roadblocks set up at each intersection, and knew that their desperate bid to get through the border had not gone unnoticed. They seriously considered going off-road at each successive sign of being pursued, despite the rough terrain, but that would risk flipping the only vehicle they could use for their escape, as the road was elevated to a degree above the surrounding landscape. When they saw the overpass in the distance, their naturally suspicious minds screamed at them that this would be the most likely place for an ambush.

Reaching back, one of them retrieved a broomstick, something that had been there when they had stolen the vehicle, and propped the gas pedal down to ensure the vehicle kept going. The steering wheel was locked into place using a bungee cord wrapped tightly around it and the seat, to ensure it would head on a straight path. Then, opening the doors and grabbing what equipment they could, they dived out of the speeding van, not caring if they picked up

It was right on target as it headed under the overpass, and as they sprinted off-road into the wilderness.

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Bennett had to leap out of the way of the errant vehicle as it sped straight towards the roadblock. It missed him by little more than an inch, then slammed into the line of official vehicles that were blockading the road. The mess was horrendous. Shards of glass and metal flew everywhere, and several fuel tanks burst, setting the road alight. The agents were scrambling to get out of the fiery death trap that their ambush had become. Two more agents died in the resulting carnage.

Thankfully, however, CH192, a helicopter operating under CAP procedure spotted the pair fleeing cross country. A transport helicopter was soon on location to pick up the team, while CH192 continued pursuing the two criminals. They could have ended it quickly if they wanted, but they were under orders to take them alive if at all possible. Less than twenty minutes later, the transport helicopter performed a low altitude flyover, before hovering directly in front of their targets. The doors were open, and while four men rappelled out the far door, those on the near door were covering the escaping guest of their nation with their rifles. Bennett's voice came over the loud-hailer.

"Stop where you are. Put your weapons on the ground, and keep your hands visible. Do it now"

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The two men froze, considering their options. They were on the run, and so had no gadgets to back up their escape. They didn't even have their cyanide pills. Exchanging a single glance, they came to the only obvious conclusion at the same time. Their packs slumped to the ground, and they dropped rthe guns they were holding, putting their hands in the air.

If the packs were inspected, not much would be found in them--some loose pieces of wire, a single change of clothing for each of them, food for two days, and several bottles of purified water.

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Four of the operatives walked forward covering the men all the time, while the helicopter changed position for a better line of sight. They searched the men, and their gear after they had them safely handcuffed. It was only a few klicks back to the road, but someone else had to talk tho them first.

***Classified message to Mr Harlem***

We have captured your felons, rest assured they are in safe hands until such time as you see fit to collect them.

Best wishes,

Williams

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The rogue operatives stoicly and silently complied with every request, for the moment displaying no resistance.

***Classified Reply***

I thank you, gentlemen. Please inform Maelstrom Vortex of this capture, and let him know that I asked you not to reveal this to anyone else.

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**Classified Reply**

Consider it done

**Classified to Maelstrom Vortex**

We have apprehended two of the criminals responsible for the bio attacks as they attempted to flee into our nation. We hope this will ease tensions somewhat. A mutual friend requested that I speak to nobody else.

Williams

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OOC: Nuh uh, that's not what I have in mind for them--yet. They will be delivered to Somal, after they are tried by MY courts.

If Somal wishes to try them once in their custody, that is of course their right.

Consider this a statement that if I am consulted IC'ly, I will say that he holds them. Besides, didn't you read the "Global Manhunt" statement thoroughly? :P I believe I said there that they should be held onto if captured alive.

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The marine guards were alert. Even though their charges had been stripped down, searched, and locked away in maximum security cells, wearing nothing but thin cloth coveralls, they had a bad feeling. They knew the history of the two, and that neither of them had said a word since being incarcerated, even when directly questioned. Every day, one of them had to deliver meals to the two, which meant placing the meal on a complicated rotating mechanism, operated only from the outside. Worse still, they had a new guy on the team, whom they knew nothing about. For all they knew, he could slip them a weapon, and the next time they took the prisoners to the interview room, one of them could get their throat slashed. Neither of them felt unlucky today, however.

A shame that they were wrong.

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Both prisoners knew that it was only a matter of time, should they not escape, before they would be executed, or handed over to someone who would execute them. Even if they had been placed together, they would not, for fear that their cells were bugged.

One of them, in a desperate move, decided to play ill. When the food was brought, he reached for the food...and collapsed on top of the tray, causing a loud enough clatter that hopefully the guard would look in and see what was the matter.

If the guard looked in, he would see the prisoner lying on the floor, moaning and twitching as if in terrible pain...

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Despite everything the marine had been told, he still fumbled for the key to the cell. He opened the door, and knelt next to the twitching prisoner. His NCO was standing behind him, covering him. Should anything untoward happen, he reserved the right to put a bullet through one of the prisoner's limbs. Failing that, there was always the taser.

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Despite everything the marine had been told, he still fumbled for the key to the cell. He opened the door, and knelt next to the twitching prisoner. His NCO was standing behind him, covering him. Should anything untoward happen, he reserved the right to put a bullet through one of the prisoner's limbs. Failing that, there was always the taser.

When the marine reached his hand out to check on their prisoner, the rogue made his move.

The marines may have been trhough tough training, making them good fighters, but so too had the former spies, in addition to their other skills. In a lightning-fast move, he rolled over and reached for the marine's hand, attempting to twist it to the point of uselessness and put his target between himself and the NCO. If successful, he would force the NCO to use non-lethal methods if he wished to acvoid the risk of hitting his fellow soldier.

The other hand, at the same time, reached for any weapon the marine might be carrying.

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Thankfully, the marine wasn't absent minded enough to take a wepaon with him into the cell. Even as his arm was twisted up behind his back, he found his eyes imploring the Corporal not to shoot. The pain was intense, he could almost feel the ligaments popping as the prisoner twisted his muscular arm past it's limits.

Corporal Stephens looked on on horror as their worst nightmare came true. He dropped his rifle and drew the taser from his hip holster even before his target was standing. He aimed at the marines torso, and hoped that he would have enough sense to twist himself around, no matter how much pain it may cause. In the long run, of course, it wasn't important, since lockdown had already been initiated on this level, and that could only be controlled from the command centre, ten floors up.

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Finding no weapon (unfortunately the Marine hadn't been as foolish as he'd first thought), he made sure to keep his captive between him and the Corporal.

Then all at once, he shoved the marine at Stephens before the NCO could fire, hopefully hard enough to knock them both to the floor, but almost surely at least knocking them both off-balance enough to prevent him from being hit by weapons fire of any kind.

He followed close behind the marine he'd just shoved, hoping to grab a weapon in the confusion...

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Stephens was caught off guard by the move, but still reacted fast enough to kick his rifle behind him. It slid across the floor, and came to rest a few feet behind the two marines, under a table. As chance would have it, the flying marine caught his left shoulder, meaning that even as he was spun around, and even backwards, he was able to keep the taser roughly on target. It went off almost by accident, but the timing couldn't have been better. The electrified prongs flew towards the escapee, although Stephens didn't see if it had made contact or not.

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in the last split second before his rush turned into a tackle of the Corporal, he managed to twist so the knife instead caught him in the shoulder...the shoulder that drove into the Corporal's own chest.

He absorbed the punch, having no way to evade it, and ignored the hint of dizziness it caused as he attempted to knock his opponent to the ground. If he was successful, he would roll with the fall and go for the rifle in an attempt to finally finish off this fight.

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Stephens was winded by the attack, and the handle of the knife had been slamed into his own chest. However, his opponent was bleeding, and a shoulder wound was quite debilitating. In any case, as he fell to the ground, he grasped his adversary in a bear hug, and squeezed.

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His ploy hadn't quite worked, and now his large adversary had him in what could very easily become a death grip. He managed to free one arm even as he struggled, and despite the fact he didn't have much leverage, he swiftly brought up his knee toward the Corporal's crotch while other hand reached over swiftly to withdraw the knife and use it himself...

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The blow was crippling to the Corporal. His grip slacked off immediately. Thankfully, by now, the other marine had regained his footing, and was griping the legs of a metal stool. With all his might, he swung the seat at the prisoners midriff.

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The blow hit him squarely in the stomach, knocking him back down as he tried to rise...but also pushing him even closer to the discarded rifle. He reached out a hand to grab the weapon before his strength ran out, hoping it was loaded as he swung it back, trying to aim at the marine who'd just hit him.

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While the rifle was loaded, it wouldn't do him much good unless he remembered to disable the safety catch. The marine responded to this new threat with a swift kick aimed at his head, hoping to knock him out, and finish it once and for all.

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He had indeed switched off the safety, but the kick threw off his aim. He pulled the trigger as a reflex action as the barrel of the gun swung toward the disabled Corporal.

But the rogue was no longer conscious to see the result of his actions. The kick, along with blood loss from the knife wound, had done its job.

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