Zurich, Switzerland.
February 28th, 2019
POV of Hans Von Christiansen
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I question myself time and time. What’s more dangerous? A man with nothing to lose or a man who sold the world a lie and himself on it. I could not foresee a answer. But it was always infront of me. It was such a easy question. That I don't know how I could not know it.
The answer was always infront of me. But I failed to apprehend it. But how could you blame me? For I am just an aging old fool.
But how could anybody know the man infront of him is more dangerous than a clown with a nuclear football. A man born from the flames of fate and the weavings of pathos. A man who was beyond insanity. A man who believed the lie that he made himself and made everyone else believe it.
A man beyond immortality. A man who could not be destroyed with a hit of a bullet.
You can say, a monster which was created by humanity’s chaos. Hmmm...Maybe even I had a hand in creating him. But if I had known what he was. I would’ve killed him while I had the chance.
But now, there's no time for that. Here I am leaning against the wall. Bleeding out from a bullet wound in the back from a MP5 SMG and a couple pieces of shrapnel lodged in my stomach from a M89 grenade.
Imran sent a few men to evacuate me but by then the attackers had broken through the defensive lines. If they could get through a platoon of German KSK and French DGSE tactical unit soldiers. They must been something.
The room was currently half scorched. The white coloured wall stained red. The blue curtain draped red with blood and some of it burned. The gray marble floor laid with corpses of the 9 men sent to rescue me and with them laid their carbine rifles. Broken glass of the windows on the side everywhere. The twin door had a hole in it. The attackers while trying to enter attached C4 to the door and detonated. The blast killed the people infront and the others disoriented. Leaving enough time for the attackers to release their bullets on all those still living in that room.
I was on the floor after they shot me. But I somehow got myself up and leaning against the wall. But I quickly fall down. It seems the injury has further weaken my bone marrow and I have lost a lot of blood. I’m sure. Any minute, I will die.
But I have no sorrow. I have lived long enough. I knew this day would be coming. But I didn’t know when. It's been a burden to carry on my family name. For the price I had to pay to undo what my ancestors had done. To pay back the debts they owed. A burden that I didn't share with anyone else and won't burden anyone else carry it for me. Here my line dies and with it the debts of my ancestors are paid. The sins of my fathers washed away with my blood.
A man walked through the blown out door. He was wearing a plated bulletproof vest and all black and was armed with a Bull-pup rifle. A weapon of my homeland. He looked around the room and he pointed his gun at me which had a flashlight attached. I raised my hand to my eyes to cover my eyes from the light.
The man spotted me and quickly shouted “There’s someone alive in here!”
A another man came near the door and said “Kill him. Leave no one alive and hurry up! The whole Swiss army is gonna descend upon us in a couple minute!”
The man quickly raised his rifle to my head and just like that time slowed down. My heart beat became faster. It was so loud that I could hear it. And it all went numb.
(Gunfire)
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16 minutes after initial attack .
Skies over Zurich.
Within minutes of the attack on the headquarters of the 2nd Hapsburg Brotherhood. Local law enforcement was dispatched resulting in heavy losses of Zurich police staff. The army was called into the city. A contingent of Hapsburg security forces was currently being flown into Zurich. With another 4 called in from various NATO bases in Germany.
But the first of the response teams were former Iranian Naval Intelligence officers and former Croatian Paramilitary.
About 3 minutes by helo out from HQ was Magus Unit.
Radio chatter recorded audio by the Bhapomet Programme.
“Uktor, This is Magus. Over.”(Magus unit commander)
“Magus, This is Uktor. What's your status,over?”
“Uktor, we are inroute to target. 2 minutes out. Over.”(Magus unit commander)
“(static)”
“Uktor, do you read. Over?”(Magus unit commander)
“(static)
“Uktor, I say again, do you read?”(Magus unit commander)
“(static)”
“Something’s not right”(Magus unit commander)
“Magus, Abort mission. Do you copy?”
“Uktor, I didn't get that. Could you repeat. Over?.”(Magus unit commander)
“Magus, the mission is to be aborted. Copy?”
“Uktor, Solid copy. Over. We are returning back to base. Over.”(Magus unit commander)
“Magus, actually you have been rerouted to Zurich international airport. You have been assigned to secure a HVP needing protection from heavily armed hostiles. Over”
“Uktor, I read you, Over. Who's this HVP. Over”(Magus unit commander)
“Magus, A male HVP. He is a Caucasian. Mid 30s. His name is Worick Kadicsz. Over.”
“Are you kidding me, over? Over”(Magus unit commander)
“No. I am not. Magus. Over.”
“Roger. Uktor. We are rerouting to Zurich international. Over.”
“Solid copy. Magus. God speed.”
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
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32 minutes after initial attack
Swiss army has secured Zurich. Friendly casualties 59, Enemy Casualties 18. Volunteer reserve personal killed 4 enemy combatants.
American embassy locked down after firefight in the streets near the embassy. American special forces are deployed to help the Swiss anti terrorism commandos but in truth to support weakened Hapsburg forces and to evacuate Objective Artogan. A CIA asset in the Hapsburg organization.
HVP at Zurich international airport secured. All hostiles were dealt with. HVP is in route to SIS controlled Safehouse 15 by Swiss air force helo.
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56 minutes after initial attack
The Hapsburg HQ was secured. But the damage done to it was very significant. The casualties include several men and women ranging from DGSE tactical units to CIA paramilitary including 6 High ranking member of the Hapsburg Alliance. Most prominently founder Hans Claude-Christian and leader Imran Al-Zuhari. Others include Viktor Vodskaya, Lt.colonel Solomon Giovanni, Jakob Dbuma and Zina Solana.
A manhunt is secretly launched by Swiss military intelligence and Hapsburg forces. Local authorities put the blame of the city wide violence on Far right wing extremists.
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4 hours later.
The attackers of 30+ numbers are confirmed to have left Switzerland.
International condemnation of the attack. A cover up is put into motion. Alibi’s crafted to match the cause of death for all members of the Hapsburg and attackers. So that they can be identified and transferred for burial.
The attackers are of American, Mongolian, Indian, British, Irish and Finnish origin.
Andre Sebas took over the helm and orders to find the culprits.
A link of suspicious money exchanges are found and CIA’s NCS Africa division is notified.
In part with Operation Bharkane. Seal Team 4 is sent to Algeria. Objective is to find Tariq bin Samid, a man with information on the whereabouts of the attackers of Hapsburg HQ.
Civilian casualties of the attack is staggering. At 122 dead and 86 more in critical condition. Austrian and American nationals among them.
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1 March, 2019
CIA blacksite in Bulgaria
A low level arms dealer was being detained in a CIA funded blacksite. The man was currently in a room being interrogated.
The chained man screamed in agony as the torturer cut off one of his foot toes.
Infront of the chained man sat a woman wearing long sleeves shirt and jeans.
“Mister Belic, we had to cut your toe because you were not submitting to our advance interrogation techniques. Actually you maybe the first man to not submit to AIT. But because of that we had to turn to much more barbaric techniques.”(CIA interrogator)
The chained man stroke a smile and replied.
“Well, it's what they teach you in army. But what would you know, American?”
Suddenly, the room entrance door opened and a well suited man with brown hair came in.
Looking at the man, the CIA interrogator bursts into laughter.
“Seriously, you wear a suit into a torture cell. Liben ”(CIA interrogator)
“I’m here for him and also you Hex. You been called back to the states.”(Liben)
Liben hands her the file in his hands to Hex. Hex opens it and read the contents of it.
“It seems Islamic radicalism and Russians are not much of a threat anymore. Uncle Sam is changing himself to combat better things. You have a flight tonight. While, your gone. Drevo will take command of your unit ”(Liben)
“It seems that way.”(Hex)
The chained man was taken by Liben and was flown out of Bulgaria.
The man was Niko Belic. A low level Serbian arms dealer. He captured by the CIA. In connection with him, selling and transporting an usually large shipment of military equipment and weapons to the Czech republic.
The shipment was quite large for a low level arms dealer with connections to the Serbian Paramilitary.
A manifesto revealed that 2 MI MI 28 hind upgrade kits, replacement parts for a british Avro bomber, advance radar and surveillance hardware and 8 laser guided missiles were transported. And all for it, Niko Belic was paid 342 million Euros. But what alarmed CIA operatives was that the arms shipments had mysteriously banished into thin air. And what is more alarming to CIA analysts is that the question of how a low level arms dealers could get hold of large amount of advance military hardware.
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Secret phone call between Jason wilder and Air Marshall Jean-Michel Basquiat.
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Jean-Michel Basquiat, a air Marshall in the French Air Force was doing a illegal business deal with Jason Wilder, An ASIS agent stationed in Beirut, Lebanon.
The men were both speaking french while talking to each other.
“So, is the money being sent to my account?”(Basquiat)
“It will be but not now. Because of the Zurich attack, all bank transactions are being closely monitered.”(Wilder)
“It better be, Wilder. And by the way, why is one of my man dead?”(Basquiat)
“Sorry, about that guy. He overstepped his bounds. Started asking unnecessary questions. The Middle easterns got spooked and they killed him. It was not my fault.”(Wilder)
“Well, whoever's fault it is. A French Air man supposed to be stationed in France is dead! This little deal is more of headache then a glass of wine for me. The family is gonna be asking questions and soon enough, they’ll know something’s up. The man’s father is a brigadier general for christ sake!”(Basquiat)
“Don't worry about it. I will have my contacts at the military intelligence do something about this. Look, the clients are willing to toss out a lot of cash to keep this deal secret. Look, I will toss in extra money for this. I will make this worth it for you.”(Wilder)
“You better or else.”(Basquiat)
“Have I ever failed you, my friend?”(Wilder)
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Flight RE251, flying above the Iran-Turkey border.
George Eckert, a high ranking member of the Hapsburg. He was currently flying into Tehran. To attend Imran Al-Zuhari’s funeral. Imran was a well respected man in Iran and he is also very influential in the Iranian Intelligence community. This was a sad day for those that adhere to him and a day of happiness for his enemies. You see, Imran was inlined with the Reformist faction. That wanted to make Iran, a modern, progressive and democratic republic. The conservative faction didn’t like this idea. Ayatollah Khomeini may act as his mourning but he was happy for a thorn in his way had been cleared.
George regularly goes places on his private jet. But due to jet suffering a malfunction at the last minute. He forced to take a commercial flight. He was in 1st class. Though he didn’t mind sitting in coach. He was more of a luxurious person.
His phone rang. It seems he had not yet turn off his phone. On his phone, caller was listed as unknown. Regardless, of that. He cracked a crackling smile. He received the call.
“Daehyun, you know. You should drop the habit of using burner phones everytime, you call someone and please try to use something of this generation. Flip phones are way pass their prime. ”(George)
“How did you know it was me?”(Daehyun)
“ I’m a psychic. Nah. I’m just messing with you. Just took a chance that it was you and I pay your wages. So I should who's who.”(George)
“Oh, really Boss?”(Daehyun)
“Well, the papers infront of me may have indicated that you would contact me sooner or later.”(George)
“They won't let us make a foothold in south-east asia and they are looking expand into Korea.” (George)
“That's certainly troubling news. It seems the Japanese are not getting inline with the company.”(George)
“So what am I supposed to do now?”(Daehyun)
“Fall back, off course. We already lost a few million dollars worth of products. We can't risk anything else, not for now atleast.”(George)
“Roger that, and there's talk among the men. They say something big is going to happen soon. Is something big gonna happen soon, boss?”(Daehyun)
“Let just say they are right about something big happening but It isn't something I would be excited for. Rather I would be thinking about my life decisions.”(George)
George ended the call and smiled a bit before saying, “And the wise man said, ‘let only the fittest survive."