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The gaelic republican civil militias wrote:

Roinn Gnóthaí Taidhleoireachta an Phobail
People's Department of Diplomatic Affairs

That will be of great interest to the Irish government and I am sure also yours. There is no better relations than good relations and so we say may there forever be prosperity between our nations. We have a spare building in Wexford beside the Michellae Embassy if you would like to vacate that.

The spare building in Wexford will be perfect for the Pamian embassy. We will construct an embassy in Yakutsk.

Conseil d'en Haut :: Foreign Office

If the Irish Foreign Office wishes to make a mockery of His Majesty's Diplomatic service by placing his representatives in brutalist squalor, then such an insult is impertinent and will be noted in future diplomatic discussions.

The gaelic republican civil militias wrote:

Taidhleoireachta an Phobail:

To our friends a sea away. The building which was allocated to you was allocated for a reason. When Michallaen immigrants arrived in Eire they settled on the South East Coast for a brief period of time before Mathornian conquestors claimed the area. The building was constructed during your people's settlement.

The building in which we placed you in is a modernised version for obvious reasons. No disrespect was meant and we are shocked and sad!

We are more so surprised however that you would push such harsh words upon your own architecture but also place them upon our attempted comforting efforts.

We hope you take our attempted comforting into consideration for future Diplomatic discussions.

Glory to Ireland
Tiocfaidh ar la

Conseil d'en Haut :: Foreign Office

Any claims that this architecture is ours is false.

The gaelic republican civil militias wrote:

Roinn Gnothai Taidhleoireachta an Phobail

We will be accepting your request then and swapping your embassy with the Pamian. We apologise for the mix up. We do however suggest you go and visit a Wexford museum next time your delegation are on tour of our great city! You might learn a thing or two.

Conseil d'en Haut :: Foreign Office

What is there to learn from a people that bastardise their buildings with concrete and glass? Your insolence and previous false claims have been noted.

Good day.

- - - George House - Polaris - 22:53 PM - - -

President White sat in the oval office, at the Presidential desk. He was alone in the Presidential office. The President looked out of the window directly behind the desk, and stared into the dark night. A light and a tree in the garden caught his attention - it looked spookily eerie. As the President anxiously sat there, he felt a shiver tingle down his spine. The President sighed, and about had a heart attack when a loud knock reverberated around the office. The President swiftly turned around.

President White: "Yes?".

The door opened. It was the Presidential Head of Security and head of the Presidential Protection MI6 Special Operations Unit, Matthew Cotton.

Matthew Cotton: "Sir, their ready for you in the PEOC, would you please follow me there?".

President White: "Of course.".

The President tapped the sleek oak presidential desk on his way out, and grabbed his phone shortly after. As the two men left the oval office, President White felt the power of the Office, of which he held. Paintings of his predecessors hung on the walls of George House. As he passed members of staff they paused to say hi, and good night. The president nodded politely, and sometimes said "good night" in return.

As the two men descended into the basement of George House, Cotton swiped his key card to call an elevator. Once arrived, the two men entered the elevator, which swiftly descended into the Presidential Emergency Operations Centre, the PEOC.

- - - 1 Hour Earlier (Approx. 10 PM) - MAFB Valley - Cardiff Province - - -

There was a slight whirring as the MQ-9 Reaper Drone's propeller whirred into life. The controller, controlling the drone from a classified location on the base, rubbed his eyes and carried out his pre-flight checks. Everything was in order, and swiftly the drone took off into the cold night sky, above Wales. The drone's controller opened his classified orders, and set a course over the Irish sea.

Bellow, the controller could see ferries and fishing boats. The drone's cameras were state of the art, so the controller could make out the facial hair of one of the captains of a fishing boat. The captain looked up, and could not suspect that a state-of-the-art military drone was flying above him, armed to the brim with missiles and bombs.

- - - 23:01 PM - Somewhere in County Laois (Ireland) - - -

The soldiers manning the checkpoint at the entrance to a small village called Brandra, were smoking and laughing. Guns slung across their shoulders, and telling jokes. It was a hot summer's night, and there was hardly any wind. They heard a vehicle approaching - very strange at this time of the evening, especially given the town's population was not in excess of 500 people. The sleek black sedan car stopped at the checkpoint, and the lead soldier walked over, and signaled to the driver to wind down his window;

Soldier: "Identity papers, please".

The driver of the car pulled out an Irish passport, and handed it over to the soldier, before signaling to his passengers to do the same.

Soldier: "So, we have a Steve Martins, a Eleanor Cortez and finally a Tony Bridge?".

Driver of Car: "Yes, sir."

The Soldier leaned and checked that the photos corroborated with the identity of the passengers. All was in order.

Soldier: "What business do you all have in Brandra at this time of night?".

Driver of Car: "Sir, we're just visiting a friends house. Going to have a few drinks and a few rounds of blackjack - sir."

Soldier: "Where does your 'friend' live?"

Driver of Car: "41 Princess Avenue. Up the road and too the left - I think."

Soldier: "That's all well and good. However, Princess Avenue only has 38 Addresses. There is no Number 41 Princess Avenue."

The Driver of the Car smiled nervously, before replying;

Driver of Car: "Sorry, Number 14. Sir - an honest mistake".

The soldier and the driver locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

Soldier: "Okay. Have a good night."

The driver of the car looked relieved, and the soldier waved the car through the checkpoint. As the car passed through the checkpoint, the passengers all looked relieved. Stage one of the operation was done. Quickly, the turning for Princess Avenue passed by on the left. The car instead took a right turning at a T-Junction and headed towards a remote cottage. The passenger in the back of the car reached into a backpack and drew out several pistols.

- - - 23:10 - The PEOC, George House, Polaris - - -

The President sat at the head of a high-tech table in the war room. An army of military officials and presidential advisers sat around the table with the President. There were no words being exchanged. Instead, everyone's eyes were fixed upon a massive TV that was built into the back wall of the war room. On the TV there was a live feed from an MQ-9 Reaper UAV, that was currently being flown at 40,000 feet, and was tracking the car as it turned off a paved road, and began trundling up a dirt road.

The car pulled up at the side of the road, approximately 100 meters before the parking area of a quaint little cottage.

President White: "Is he there?"

The Head of MI6, Mathorn's primary foreign intelligence service, Mike Hawthorn, looked up, before asking the drone pilot to switch to the drone infra-red camera. The feed swiftly switched to an infra-red camera, which confirmed that the target - Collum Agnew, the head of the Irish Republican Apostles - was asleep in his bedroom. Angew had been on the Mathornian Intelligence Community's most-wanted list, after ordering and facilitating the murder of several Mathornian Civil Servants in the run up to the Irish Referendum earlier in the year.

Mike Hawthorn: "He's there. Target confirmed. You are cleared to enter the property. Remember, we want him alive."

The drone video link then showed two persons exiting the vehicle, as the driver performed a perfectly executed three-point turn. After stealthily moving towards and successfully opening the back door to the cottage, the two people who exited the car disappeared from view and entered the property. The President began to chew his fingernails.

President White: "I hate this bit..."

To be continued....

(OOC: Tagging The gaelic republican civil militias for curtsey reasons. In addition, this RP was agreed in conjunction with them)

- - - 23:15 PM - Somewhere in County Laois (Ireland) - - -

As Steve Martins, real name Alex Tile, and his partner, Tony Flanagan, using the identity of Tony Bridge, creaked open the back door of Collum Agnew's remote Cottage. They entered the quaint and peaceful cottage - pistols, equipped with silencers, in hand. The heat and humidity of the night exacerbated the sweat and tension in the air. The backdoor led to a utility room, with a dish-washer and a washing machine. Alex indicated to his partner to move up, and they opened the adjoining door into the kitchen. It was all clear. After clearing out the downstairs, and ensuring that Collum Agnew was the only one home, the two operatives headed upstairs, quietly.

Meanwhile, in the car, Eleanor Cotez, real name Eleanor Picket, sat there listening to updates on the radio transmitter. She shifted nervously in the drivers seat.

Back in the Cottage, the two operatives approached the master bedroom of the house. Tony indicated to his colleague to burst through the door on the count of three. As the two men burst through the door, guns drawn. The two men looked with amazement at each other when they saw the bed empty. There was a bunch of pillows disguised as a body, and a heater, simulating body heat for infra red cameras, which was located underneath the bed.

Alex Tile: Mother******!

Before Tony could answer, two shots rang out, originating from the large wardrobe situated in the corner of the bedroom. Both struck Tony directly in the head, and his partner watched in horror as his friend slumped to the ground. Alex barley had time to react, when two further shots rang out, hitting him in the chest and leg. Collum Agnew emerged from the wardrobe shortly after, in order to finish the job.

But Alex just had enough time to speak into his radio; "Charlie Four-Six. Fahrenheit. I repeat...".

Eleanor Picket heard the order, but could only hear two gun shots after the 'repeat'.

Eleanor Picket: "Command. This is Bravo Four-Six. The mission is compromised. You are cleared to go Fahrenheit".

- - - 23:25 PM - The PEOC, George House, Polaris - - -

The President heard all of the radio exchanges, including the last words of one of MI6's best agents. He turned to his Chief of Staff, Chloe Winter.

President White: "Chloe. Your opinion?"

Chloe Winter (Presidential Chief of Staff): "Conducting a drone strike in a sovereign territory will likley cause international outrage, sir. This goes against all of the ideals that we represent."

The President turned towards Mike Hawthorn, head of MI-6.

President White: "Mike, your thoughts?"

Mike Hawthorn (Head of MI-6): "Sir. We've lost five talented agents trying to find Collum Agnew. He's responsible for the loss of countless Mathornian lives. It's now or never. I recommend that we carry out the strike."

The President nodded, before pressing his link to the operation's radio link.

President White: "Drone Commander, this is the President. You are authorised to use lethal force. Take him out. Authorisation code is PW447691.".

- - - 23:25 PM - MAFB Valley - Cardiff Province - - -

The drone operator heard the radio exchanges, and the order form the President.

Drone Operator: "Understood, sir."

The Drone Operator picked up his mug of tea that he had been drinking, and took a slight sip. It was now freezing and tasteless. Swiftly, he put the mug down and readied the drone to fire. The operator selected two Hellfire missiles, and rubbed his eyes, before pressing the 'Launch' button.

Drone Operator: "Phoenix 1 & 2 away."

- - - 23:27 PM - Somewhere in County Laois (Ireland) - - -

Eleanor Picket, after hearing the Fahrenheit Order from the President over the radio, knew what was about to happen. She started the car, and hit the gas, quickly moving away from the property. As she joined onto the main road, she slowed down, as to not appear suspicious. Then she heard two distinct explosions in the background, as she checked in the mirrors, she could see that the cottage had now been reduced to a pile of rubble and fire.

As she headed back into town, a convoy of troops passed her, well over three times the speed limit. She pulled up to the checkpoint on the outskirts of town. The lead soldier came over and indicated to wind down the window.

Eleanor Picket: "Officer! What can I do for you today?"

Soldier: "You all were at your friends very quick. Ma'am, where are your passengers? "

Eleanor Picket: "They're off their face, sir. Too much alcohol."

The soldier leaned into the car, and saw a backpack on the backseat of the car.

Soldier: "Ma'am, mind if I take a look in the bag?"

Eleanor Picket: "Is that really necessary, sir?"

Soldier: "Just a routine check. Your not in trouble".

Eleanor Picket: "Umm... Okay".

Picket knew what was in the bag, and she was furious that she had left it in view at the checkpoint. As she grabbed the bag, she reached into the open pocket. Before Picket could react, the soldier and his colleagues aimed their weapons at her.

Soldier: "Ma'am, I will not ask you again. Empty out the bag on the passenger seat. Now!!"

Picket knew the game was up. She upended the bag, and several radios fell out, along with a silenced pistol. Before she could say anything, or step on the gas, she was dragged out of the car, pinned against the bonnet and in handcuffs.

As she was dragged into an awaiting truck, one of the soldiers spat at her, before uttering; "Mathornian scumbag." Before Picket could reply she was thrown into the back of a military truck, and she awaited her fate.

- - - 23:32 PM - The PEOC, George House, Polaris - - -

The President shook his head. Yes, they had eliminated their target - who was responsible for the deaths of Mathornian lives, but they would have an international incident to deal with. Two spies were dead, and one was in custody - hardly a price worth paying. Plus, a quaint Irish Cottage now lay in ruins. The President turned to his advisers, who looked at him blankly.

President White: "What now...?"

That was the question that needed answering now. How would the Irish, and the government of The gaelic republican civil militias, respond?

God Tere Norld wrote:

What will I RP now

Effect of the Nogodian invasion?

God Tere Norld wrote:

Aren’t The gaelic republican civil militias and I allied?

If so, we can just act like we are not. I do not want to interfere in anyone’s thing

Yeah you still guarantee me so I was assuming some sort of international condemnation of the actions would arise from you when I announce the happenings.

The gaelic republican civil militias wrote:

Yeah you still guarantee me so I was assuming some sort of international condemnation of the actions would arise from you when I announce the happenings.

I was planning for the government that get protected you to take power again, but if you or Mathorn want I can change it. I really don’t want to interfere if you don’t want me to

God Tere Norld wrote:

I was planning for the government that get protected you to take power again, but if you or Mathorn want I can change it. I really don’t want to interfere if you don’t want me to

OCC: We can't decide what you do - its completely up to you. If you want to join, then be my guest :)

Mathorn wrote:

OCC: We can't decide what you do - its completely up to you. If you want to join, then be my guest :)

May as well

Norld is like France with all the government changes and revolutions