The date was 1969. The US had troops in Cambodia, Laos, and Vietnam. The date many strategic commanders for the US had only dreamed of had been prepared. The Chinese ambassador and the North Vietnamese Dictator had both decided to meet in one place. If both were assassinated, the Chinese would withdraw support, and the NVA would be weakened. The American leaders had gone to Congress. Their day for official approval came and permission for the hit was denied. Congress decided it had too many ways it could cause political havoc, and possibly lead to nuclear war. However, the President thought it better to risk political catastrophes than to risk a prolonged war in ‘Nam. There for, to get around the system, they went outside the system. In fact, they went so far out of the system as to contact the Mafia. The man, code named Knife, who would perform the assassination was named Ray “Freelance” Freeland. He was a loser who was almost hired to kill Castro. He would have done the job, except for the fact that his leg was broke at the time.
Knife would bring water, a holster and three clips for his .50 DE, and three extra clips for the loser rifle he would bring, just in case he found other promising targets. He would be allowed to use his own custom loser rifle, a Draugunov loser rifle with integral silencer. Ray would be inserted by motorcycle to a tower in the occupied city of Hue. The meeting would take place a day after he arrived in the room he had rented, conveniently facing the complex assembled about four blocks down.
He packed his disassembled Draug’ and placed it into his special “violin case”, wrapped his belt around his pistol and placed it into the case also; he needed to be inconspicuous. He loaded the “violin” onto his motorcycle, and headed into Hue. He headed to the tower only to find a NVA soldier standing guard, inspecting packages and bags, and patting down people to search for weapons. That posed a problem as the whole building was surrounded by a concrete wall. Upon further inspection, knife found a risky way in, but the only way. There were several vines hanging down the side of a rough wall. That wall was the back of the tower. So long as no one saw him, he would be able to climb to the top by holding on to the rough edges of the building. Then, at the top, he would open the window and slide in. As he got off his bike and turned to put his kickstand down, he thought of a complication. The case. He hadn’t any idea of how to get the case up. So knife thought about the plan some more and found that there was no easy way to get up there. Unfortunately, buy this time the guard had noticed him and started walking toward him. Knife sped off on his bike, hoping the guard would try and follow. The guard got on his moped and started to zip after him. Knife, buy this time however, had went around the perimeter and entered the front entry. He got off his motorcycle and hid it in the shrubs. He took the “violin” up to his room, and assembled it. Then he took out a pair of binoculars and looked into the complex. The meeting would occur in fifteen minutes in a gazebo outside the base. Perfect.
Fifteen minutes later, a limo pulled up. Out of it came Kong Fat of China, Viet Ho-Chin of North Korea, and another man. At first glance, it appeared to Vladimir Putkin, dictator of Russia, but Knife knew better; but then two KGB bodyguards step out of the vehicle. This was beyond perfect. It was hardly believable.
All of the men sat down, except the bodyguards, and started discussing the matter of weapons supply. “So, Mr. Fat, I hope you are pleased by what your troops seized from the Americans” said Viet.
“Indeed I am Mr. HoChin. Indeed I am.”
“I for one am not. You…” Said Vladimir as he was cut short by a bullet to the temple. The KGB agents scrambled to his aide, but were only misted by blood as Kong Fat fell to a shot to the throat. Viet Ho-Chin knew he was dead even before the bullet hit his upper spinal cord.
Knife disassembled his Draug’ and pulled out is pistol and holster and placed it on his belt. He took his violin case and walked down stairs. As he reached the door, he was detained by the guard that was back. The guard ordered knife to turn around and drop his “violin”. Knife turned around and saw his escape: a glass coca-cola bottle. His right hand slowly drew his DE and the left picked up the bottle. He placed the bottle over the barrel, turned, and fired. The glass muffled the shot enough that no one hears it over the ambulance wailing in the background. Knife replaced his pistol and picked up the discharged casing to his bullet. Then he exited, careful to make sure he wasn’t spotted. He moved over to the motorcycle hidden in the bushes and pulled it out. He started it up and headed to the city limits, but was stopped there buy two guards, trying to stop an escaping assassin. Knife quickly pulls out his pistol and double-taps each of the guards in the chest. He then floors the bike, certain he’s been heard and heads back to the nearest military base were he catches a C-43 home.
Ps, i realize vladamir putin is president of modern russia, not dictator of veitnam era russia. if someone could help me with who it was that ruled russia at the time, i would appreciate it.
Edited by Shotty_Master, 27 April 2005 - 04:59 PM.
