- TNP Nation
- sil_dorsett
- Discord
- sildorsett
"Truck Stop":
Late night on Highway 1 between Norvalle and Chateauroche was always interesting despite the low traffic volume. With so many drag racers wanting to show off, tickets for speeding were handed out on major highways like candy on Samhain. The road was barely lit, and sections of trees were cut down specifically so police officers could hide while using their laser guns to catch offenders. Corporal Sadoul was assigned to traffic duty on that stretch of road one night, suffering an so far uneventful night. He knew it was only a matter of time before he caught someone though. Although there were those who traveled Highway 1 knowing the meter markers where the hideouts were, there were always those that either didn't know or didn't care. Sadoul was about to encounter one who didn't care.
A Coweta Stormchaser flew by at 160 km/h, catching the Corporal's attention immediately, and he pulled out of his hiding spot to chase down the speeding vehicle. To his surprise, when he turned on his lights, the car pulled over right away. Sadoul checked the license plate of the vehicle before exiting and approaching. The plate came back clean. He walked up to the driver's side of the Stormchaser, knocking on the window. The driver put down the window.
"License, registration, proof of insurance, please?"
The driver had his documents already prepared, handing them to the officer. But while the officer was collecting the documents, another vehicle was closing in. Traveling well below the minimum speed limit, a passenger poked his head and arms out of the window, brandishing a firearm and taking a shot at the officer. Sadoul was struck in the back of the head, instantly killing him, his now lifeless body slumping to the ground. The other car pulled over, and three other men got out, along with the driver of the speeding car.
"Nice shot," Alexandre, the driver of the speeding car and point-man of the operation. "Julien, you and me are in the police car. Nathan, take the Stormchaser. Emeric, you follow. And, where's that trailer at?"
"Maybe ten kilos back?" Emeric replied. "There's another hiding spot fifteen kilos up the road we can use."
The whole group, the Stormchaser, the police car, and the other car all went up the road with Sadoul's body in the trunk of the police car. Finding another hiding spot down the road, the group hid until the target passed by a quarter-hour later, the stolen police car giving chase and moving the truck onto the shoulder. Julien stepped out, clothed in a police uniform seemingly legitimate to the untrained eye. He approached the cabin of the truck, asking the driver to step out.
"Sir, could you step out of the vehicle please?"
"What's the problem, officer?" the driver asked.
"Cargo inspection and log auditing. Can you present your driving logs, please, and also open the back of the trailer?"
The driver of the trailer did as he was told, handing over the electronic driving logs and opening the back of the trailer. His teammate exited the cabin as well, but not without being noticed.
"Hey, you stay right there," Alexandre instructed the passenger, holding his gun up hoping to freeze the passenger in his tracks.
The driver of the trailer got up into the back with Julien following, being instructed to open the containers. The driver opened them, revealing a cache of automatic rifles and body armor.
"You have documentation for all of this? Where is this going?" asked Julien.
"It's going to Chateauroche, for Northern Exposure PMC. I'll get you to the documents. They're in the cabin."
Julien escorted the driver to the cabin where the shipping document was retrieved and presented. Instructed to return to the back of the trailer, the driver was made to wait as Julien audited the entire manifest to ensure everything was there. Satisfied with the documentation, he simply said, "Alright sir, all checks out," before pulling his gun on the driver and shooting him. Alexandre, having waited for the "checks out" keyword, shot the driver's teammate as well.
The point-man announced their situation to a waiting truck far back. "Truck Stop to Armory. We have the goods. Ready for transfer and extraction."
Late night on Highway 1 between Norvalle and Chateauroche was always interesting despite the low traffic volume. With so many drag racers wanting to show off, tickets for speeding were handed out on major highways like candy on Samhain. The road was barely lit, and sections of trees were cut down specifically so police officers could hide while using their laser guns to catch offenders. Corporal Sadoul was assigned to traffic duty on that stretch of road one night, suffering an so far uneventful night. He knew it was only a matter of time before he caught someone though. Although there were those who traveled Highway 1 knowing the meter markers where the hideouts were, there were always those that either didn't know or didn't care. Sadoul was about to encounter one who didn't care.
A Coweta Stormchaser flew by at 160 km/h, catching the Corporal's attention immediately, and he pulled out of his hiding spot to chase down the speeding vehicle. To his surprise, when he turned on his lights, the car pulled over right away. Sadoul checked the license plate of the vehicle before exiting and approaching. The plate came back clean. He walked up to the driver's side of the Stormchaser, knocking on the window. The driver put down the window.
"License, registration, proof of insurance, please?"
The driver had his documents already prepared, handing them to the officer. But while the officer was collecting the documents, another vehicle was closing in. Traveling well below the minimum speed limit, a passenger poked his head and arms out of the window, brandishing a firearm and taking a shot at the officer. Sadoul was struck in the back of the head, instantly killing him, his now lifeless body slumping to the ground. The other car pulled over, and three other men got out, along with the driver of the speeding car.
"Nice shot," Alexandre, the driver of the speeding car and point-man of the operation. "Julien, you and me are in the police car. Nathan, take the Stormchaser. Emeric, you follow. And, where's that trailer at?"
"Maybe ten kilos back?" Emeric replied. "There's another hiding spot fifteen kilos up the road we can use."
The whole group, the Stormchaser, the police car, and the other car all went up the road with Sadoul's body in the trunk of the police car. Finding another hiding spot down the road, the group hid until the target passed by a quarter-hour later, the stolen police car giving chase and moving the truck onto the shoulder. Julien stepped out, clothed in a police uniform seemingly legitimate to the untrained eye. He approached the cabin of the truck, asking the driver to step out.
"Sir, could you step out of the vehicle please?"
"What's the problem, officer?" the driver asked.
"Cargo inspection and log auditing. Can you present your driving logs, please, and also open the back of the trailer?"
The driver of the trailer did as he was told, handing over the electronic driving logs and opening the back of the trailer. His teammate exited the cabin as well, but not without being noticed.
"Hey, you stay right there," Alexandre instructed the passenger, holding his gun up hoping to freeze the passenger in his tracks.
The driver of the trailer got up into the back with Julien following, being instructed to open the containers. The driver opened them, revealing a cache of automatic rifles and body armor.
"You have documentation for all of this? Where is this going?" asked Julien.
"It's going to Chateauroche, for Northern Exposure PMC. I'll get you to the documents. They're in the cabin."
Julien escorted the driver to the cabin where the shipping document was retrieved and presented. Instructed to return to the back of the trailer, the driver was made to wait as Julien audited the entire manifest to ensure everything was there. Satisfied with the documentation, he simply said, "Alright sir, all checks out," before pulling his gun on the driver and shooting him. Alexandre, having waited for the "checks out" keyword, shot the driver's teammate as well.
The point-man announced their situation to a waiting truck far back. "Truck Stop to Armory. We have the goods. Ready for transfer and extraction."
Last edited: