Spy Games (Prologue) "Welcome to Paris"
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				Title: <strong>Spy Games (Prologue) "Welcome to Paris"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:31:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>OOC/Idea Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82592.0)</strong></em></span><br><br><em><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Paris - March 1941</span></strong></em><br><br>(http://i56.tinypic.com/313mxc1.jpg)&nbsp; (http://www.onthexbox.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/24-560x315.jpg)<br><br>Europe has been conquered, the iron jack boot of Nazi oppression is more evident everyday. Checkpoints, random harassment, torture, genocide, experiments on prisoners and civilians, no one is safe from the Nazi's now. Britain was the last hope of freedom for many in the city of lights, but now that the Swastika flies over Buckingham palace, most have given up all hope whatsoever. The city is dying, every night the blinding spotlights reach up into the sky looking for any threat, but all they do is light up the many zeppelins that in turn show light onto the empty streets devoid of people. The people no longer take to the streets in confidence, for they live in fear of the soldiers and SS who constantly hunt down and kill agents from foreign countries. A small resistance has formed but with no support or allies to call upon their cause is little more than a thorn in the side of the Nazi war machine.<br><br>(http://www.supercheats.com/guides/files/guid/the-saboteur/1.3-zones.jpg)<br><br>Now however a new ruler has come to the city from an extended stay in Berlin, enemy number one to the allied powers General Eckhart was appointed to the command of the Paris military district. The man who played an important part in destroying the allied assaults and attempts to retake Britain and North Africa had been assigned to a cushy desk job in Paris, or so it would seem. Now that he is in command, the bleak city has been transformed into a virtual prison, the city is closed off and divided into zones. Rumors of disappearing people, strange lights and sightings at night have been reported. It appears that Eckhart is up to more than running an occupation. Now allied agents in the area have been assigned the task of handling the "Eckhart Situation".<br><strong><br>Intro Mission Briefing:</strong><br><br>You (the player) have been placed inside the fortress of Paris to investigate the strange happenings in the city. Vague reports show many high level Nazi and military officials are gathering at the Eiffel tower for a grand party in honor of General Eckhart's newest award the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/99/Knight%27sCrossOfTheIronCrossWithGoldenOakleavesSwordsAndDiamonds.jpg). Agent have been instructed to infiltrate the party through any means necessary and complete several tasks.<br><br>1) Some agents must find a way to gain an Audience with General Eckhart, besides vague reports and rumors, personality of General unknown, agents must find out what the man is like so that they may know what to expect from him in the future.<br>2) Since many high level officers will be at the party there is bound to be lots of Classified files and gossip surrounding the party. A stealthy approach when entering the party with a disguise of some sorts is highly recommended, any possible killings could jeopardize the over all mission. This task is to be done by other agents while some keep the higher officials busy with idle talk.<br><em><br>Bonus objective: </em>Since this is an awards ceremony, many important or significant items may be around the area of the officers, be on the look out for items that could help in future missions.<br><br><strong>Layout of the party:</strong><br><br>The party at the Eiffel tower is divided into two zones.<br><br>A) lower level of Eiffel tower contains lower officers and aides, some intelligence may be gained but it is small compared to the big fish upstairs.<br><br>B) the middle portion of the Eiffel tower contains the real party. This is where Eckhart is supposed to be meeting with his friends from Berlin and many other high level officers. Getting to this area is crucial to the mission. This area will be the most difficult to infiltrate due to the high security of the zone. Agent will have to think hard and work together to be able to access the higher level.<br><strong><br>Possible ways to infiltrate lower party:</strong><br>1) The soldiers guarding the lower levels are half-drunk and inattentive to the task they have been given, they will not be as suspicious as would your normal soldier on the street. A quick disguise as a waiter or help would possibly be one way into the tower itself.<br>2) Since many high level officers will be attending, the security at the bottom of the tower wouldn't dare question the guest/date of an important officer and would quickly allow access to the tower without much interference.<br><br>High Risk Methods:<br>3) Since the soldiers are not paying much attention to their duties, they are not hard targets to take out quietly and stash their bodies in an enclosed area, but be sure to not alert the other guards<br>4) You could approach the soldiers without identification and demand entrance to the tower based on being "an important guest of General Eckhart". The soldiers may become confused and fear for their lives and may grant access to the tower without hassling.<br><br><strong>Possible ways to Infiltrate the Higher Party:</strong><br>The guards at the elevators to the mid-section of the tower are the crack SS troopers, they will not be as easy to pass as the half-drunk Wehrmacht soldiers guarding the bottom levels.<br>1) General Eckhart is an opulent man, if a gift/tribute of sufficient worth is brought with you, you could be allowed access to the higher party without much searching or questions by the guards.<br>2) Finding and seducing a high level officer who was late to the party and following him into the elevator would be another way to get passed the guards without much interference. The guards wouldn't dare question the date of an officer who could have that soldier transferred to the Africa Korps.<br>3) Disguising yourself as a high officer could yield a few quick questions by the guards but not much else. As long as the papers look genuine the guards will let you pass.<br>4) <em>Cover</em> - you have perfected and trained for the Nazi role you now play, your papers are in order and notarized, the guards will not trouble you besides a few simple questions to identify you.<br><strong><em><br>Player Input:</em></strong><br><strong><br>**Before we start this mission I would like to hear your suggestions about other ways you would infiltrate the party and what not**</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue) "Welcome to Paris"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:54:39</strong>
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				Looks fun, and I've already got my way in ;D
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				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:14:08</strong>
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				Being a master of disguise, I'm sure I could find myself an unwitting general to get me close to Eckhart.&nbsp; &nbsp;&gt;:) 
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:26:40</strong>
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				(im going to go ahead and start this thing)<br><br>General Eckhart walked through the busy crowds of uniforms and medals as he made his way towards the back of the middle section of the Eiffel tower, the tower was decked out in full Nazi regalia, banners as long as entire streets hung from the once mighty symbol of French engineering. It now only served to be a constant reminder of who ruled France now. Every person was here in honor of Eckhart's accomplishments in the past. He had been awarded dozens of medals, but the newest one was the most important, it was given to him by the Fuhrer himself, showing the ultimate form of favoritism amongst the high command. As he walked his close companion Franziska followed close behind, along with several Aide-de-camps carrying various satchels and brief cases containing various amounts of Intel. Once he had reached the Bar area where most of the Generals were Eckhart took a champagne glass from a nearby servant and began to overlook all who were assembled.<br><br>(http://beta.images.theglobeandmail.com/archive/00179/waltz18rv3_179284gm-e.jpg)<br><br>When Eckhart had passed the guards at the bottom level he saw that they were pretending to be standing at attention but noticed that they were struggling to maintain their composure due to the copus amounts of alcohol that they had already drunk, this did not concern him much due to the SS guards would be guarding the main party, of which he was confident in their ablilities. For now however Eckhart took to some light conversation while the sun drew to a sunset. But even when he was talking he would still look around at the crowd watching from a corner of the room (http://beta.images.theglobeandmail.com/archive/00179/waltz18rv3_179284gm-e.jpg). Looking for anything in particular that would spark his interest.<br><br><em><strong><br>The subordinates serving and guarding the higher party:</strong></em><br>SS guards and servants (http://greyfalcon.us/pictures/ss.gif)<br>SS Sentry (http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/uniform-ss_officer-ss-sentr.jpg?t=1283565235)<br><strong><br>Outline of security at bottom level:</strong><br><br>At each of the four elevator access areas, there are four guards with one officer present at each station, around them are various squads and patrols of Wehrmacht units watching the surrounding area. They are however very inattentive to the job at hand due to the massive amounts of alcohol readily available and security is much more lax than it would seem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spy Games (Prologue) "Welcome to Paris"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 16:54:44</strong>
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				(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/EllaTideParty5.jpg)<br><br>Ella couldn't help but consider how arrogant the German military was considering how they prided themselves on strength and security.&nbsp; I hadn't taken her long upon hearing the news of the party and a chance to get close to General Eckhart to secure herself a job as a waitress at a local tavern frequented by occupation forces.&nbsp; A few weeks passed as plans were put in place to infiltrate a number of operatives into the party.&nbsp; She had finally found her mark, a senior Hauptmann named Heinrich Doehl, an aide-de-camp to General Hermann Pfister, regional commander under Eckhart.&nbsp; Heinrich had been frequenting the tavern for a while and finally caught her eye.&nbsp; He was a nice enough fella with decent physique and enough power to get things done.&nbsp; Ella had been working his attraction to her for the past few weeks, and it finally paid off.&nbsp; <br><br>Staring out over the crowd from a balcony overlooking the main floor of the lower party, Ella smiled completely at ease and confident of her situation.&nbsp; She watched her escort, Hauptmann Doehl mingle with some German officers talking about something dull.&nbsp; She had excused herself to powder her nose and check her escape route before returning to Heinrich.&nbsp; Heinrich to her that General Pfister, his boss, was delayed and he would meet him here before going up to the upper floor.<br><br>Noticing that Heinrich was standing with the other officers holding two champagne glasses, Ella elegantly returned down the stairs and across the crowded room to him.&nbsp; He handed the flute of sparkling golden liquid to her and they toasted.&nbsp; "Prost mein Herr" She said nodding to Heinrich before she sipped from the flute.&nbsp; Her accent was distinctively French but her German fit the dialect of the south east Alsace region.&nbsp; She had told Heinrich that she lived on the border before the war, but came to Paris to work and learn.&nbsp; Once he had finished the toast and turned back to his colleagues, Ella smiled, enjoying the atmosphere and gathering whatever intelligence she could from the discussions they had.
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				Post by: <strong>inflatetress</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 00:22:09</strong>
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				Serving as part of Ekchart's entourage, Ellise was of course charged with security...behind closed doors she had other jobs but at functions like this she typically stayed somewhere high up with her LP08 pistol tucked into her thigh-high stocking.&nbsp; She strolled into one of the balconies to look over the scene just as someone else left.&nbsp; Ellise didn't get the chance to see who it was, and she wasn't particularly concerned with who it was either, she was fairly certain the situation was safe.&nbsp; The blonde Nazi bimbo stood up on the balcony with one hand on her curvy hip as the other toyed with some of her platinum hair, she surveyed the scene, keeping a close eye on Eckhart.
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				Post by: <strong>Spice</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 01:43:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>The Seamstress Enters</strong></div><br>Marie-Élise Lorraine’s heart raced as she approached the forbidding Fortress of Paris. She had been here before, thread in mouth, head bowed demurely, as she tucked and measured her country’s brutal conquerors for the exquisite suits her employer manufactured. He had been compared to Michelangelo with a needle, but his elderly legs could no longer endure trips out to his elite client list.<br><br>Thus, his trusted seamstress was charged with being his eyes and hands, measuring his clients and taking notes regarding their desires as to style and fabric, whether they dressed left or right, even how best to disguise a manly beer gut. But tonight was special and of immense importance. She had not this time been sent to measure a particular client. <br><br>Tonight, she used her signed and counter-signed papers, the fact that she was recognized as a person who entered this guarded, machine-gun manned monstrosity often on her master’s bidding—and more importantly at the direction of high level SS officers—to enter a party to which she had no legitimate reason for attending.<br><br>The fact that she looked nervous would not seem unusual as the guards let her in, the shy, slender seamstress always looked flustered and nervous. Her voice almost always came out as a tremulous whisper when she spoke to those in authority. So that tonight she was nervous for an actual reason meant nothing changed in her demeanor.<br><br>When accosted, she looked up and handed over her papers. “A wardrobe problem has occurred with a gentlemen on the second floor." She flushed pink. “Very embarrassing, Jean-Paul, my master is most distressed; the General was furious. I will remain after fixing the current problem in case more situations occur with anyone tonight.” Her wide blue eyes remained cast down at the ground while the guard examined her paperwork. <br><br>Even though he knew the mademoiselle and had taken papers from her time and time again, he still checked the signatures and dates. “Very well,” he said with a slight smile. “Pass.” <br><br>&nbsp;Marie-Élise desperately wanted to stop and cry at that point. This whole mission felt terrifyingly dangerous. But she had been told there was information of vital importance contained within these walls tonight. The risk was worth it. Her life was unimportant in the grand scheme. As scared as she was, she would do her duty. No patriot could do less.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 04:08:59</strong>
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				Eckhart surveyed the party once again from his Ivory tower position. Not only was this party a ceremony for Eckhart it was an opportunity to see wither he had the support of the high command or if he needed to show a new project to them to keep their interest up. He special research division had successfully implemented technology's that would otherwise have taken decades to perfect. One of his most successful projects that was now in full scale production was the mysterious invention of RADAR. A simple rotating array of metal could detect and guide anti aircraft measures to within inches of enemy aircraft. It was a perfect tool for maintaining Germany's tight iron fist over Europes air traffic. Allied flights out of strongholds in Africa often tried to sneak in agent through southern france in an effort to spy on Eckhart's facilities, it was a one way trip. This party also served the purpose of seeing if he could find any agents sneaking in. The hunt was on...<br><br>........................................................<br><br>Out of the corner of his eye Eckhart saw a familiar face coming his way. He had known him since his early Wehrmacht days. The infamous "Hangman" of eastern Europe was making his way towards me. As he approached a large smile was put on my face as my arms opened wide to greet the man.<br><br>"<em>Reinhard Heydrich! you young diehard how are you?</em>" said Eckhart giving the infamous killer a large friendly hug upon which the man returned. Heydrich (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a5/Bundesarchiv_Bild_146-1969-054-16%2C_Reinhard_Heydrich.jpg) was Eckhart's equal when it came to importance in the power circle in the SS. Without us two there was no Wafen SS. Himmler could brag all he wanted about being a leader, but in the end his importance stemmed from people like me and Heydrich insuring Nazi dominance within Europe.<br><br>"<em>All is well Karl my friend. Im sure everything is well here, you got the most comfortable job in all of Europe, Herr Jodl is jealous of you, he has to deal with the Furher at all hours of the day, you just get to have fun!</em>" laughed Heydrich and Eckhart at the joke.<br><br>"<em>But look at you Reinhard! you must be a very busy man! you must have a very busy schedule, wake up death - death - death - breakfast - death - death - death - death - light lunch - death - death - death - death - afternoon tea - death - death - death - death - death - death - shower - death - bedtime</em>" I said exaggerating Heydrich's tasks as "peace keeper" of the eastern block territories. Heydrich and Eckhart laughed for several minutes at each others fun at the other. Afterwords a light conversation about the death tolls under Heydrich's command, then came sports upon which Heydrich was only ever beaten at Fencing by Eckhart, something which had brought to light their friendship in the first place.<br><br>Then one of Eckhart's brainwashed slave servants (http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/2563584190_f90c28abcd.jpg) walked up to the two men offering a silver plate of refreshments and drinks. Both Heydrich and Eckhart took a glass of Champagne from the expensive tray. No one at the party seemed to mind or even care that there were these types of servants walking around. Eckhart's reputation for extreme lust was well known within the Nazi hierarchy, and since the tasks given to him were always completed the issue was just ignored. Most of the time the women were dissidents put in jail, or sometimes they were nobodys wandering the streets at night. No one questioned who they were and no one seemed to care that they were missing. Each one of them were former French women that had caught the eye of Eckhart's closet female advisers and presented in front of Eckhart to complete their "training". Once it was done, the women no longer had a mind of their own. The endless weeks of sexual torture saw to that, they only lived at the beck and call of Eckhart. Once the refreshments were taken from the tray Eckhart gave the girl a play full tug on the material slightly pulling on her right nipple, the girl made a small moan and then was shooed away by Eckhart.<br><br>The party was now in full swing....<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 00:34:14</strong>
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				(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/OttoErnstRemer.jpg)&nbsp; General Hermann Pfister was finally introduced by the Concierge at the entrance to the party.&nbsp; Heinrich and Ella waited patiently while the General made his rounds before joining them below the overlook that Ella had been looking down from previously.&nbsp; "Guten Abend Mein General!&nbsp; Dies ist meine Freundin Ella Claussen."&nbsp; The General politely took Ella's hand and with a half bow, lightly kissed it.&nbsp; After a few moments of whispered discussion with others in the General's entourage, he signaled to his party that he was headed up stairs to meet his commander, Eckhart and that they should follow.&nbsp; Reaching the elevator to the upper floor General Pfister showed his papers to the SS guard at the elevator and signaled that the whole group would be joining him. Ella hung demurely on the arm of her Heinrich showing little sign of any interest other than him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 05:19:14</strong>
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				General Eckhart had just finished his conversation with Heydrich and was now moving through the crowd, making his rounds making small talk with the lower officials and officers. Once this was complete he moved on with an entourage of young Luftwaffe Aides (http://www.craiggottlieb.com/catalog/primary/4244p.jpg) of various air force generals to the balcony area, it seemed that there was about to be some file transfer and intel gathering in one area. Eckhart looked eager to see the reports of the latest projects as they headed to the relatively deserted balcony area. Once out on the balcony several classified blueprints were laid out haste-fully onto tables to show the progress of one project in particular. It seemed from a distance that the officers were making a proposal to Eckhart for funding and research grants towards a new type of aircraft that could be in mass production within a year. <br><br>(http://jpcolliat.free.fr/ho9/images/ho9v2_13.jpg)<br>(http://richard.ferriere.free.fr/3vues/go229_1_3v.jpg)
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