《Project Perfect Order》 Prologue 1 - The auguries of war Zurich, Switzerland. February 28th, 2019 POV of Hans Von Christiansen ---------- 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) ---------------------------------------------- 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.¡±Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. ------------------------------------------ 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. ----------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------- 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. ---------------------------------------------- Secret phone call between Jason wilder and Air Marshall Jean-Michel Basquiat. --------- 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) --------------------------------------------------------- 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." DRIG part 1 Eastern part of Berlin, Germany. 12th March, 2024. POV of Rez ------------------------- Once upon a time, Germany was divided into two countries. And a wall was made to seperate the two countries. This wall would be known as the ¡°Berlin Wall¡±. Second famous to the Jerusalem Wall. But on November 9, 1989. The wall came crashing down. The people of East Germany as were in the words of a anti-communist person would have put it, ¡°Freed from tyranny¡±. The people cheered in the streets all over Germany. But it was just a stepping block in the decline of the Soviet Union. As I walked passed a old guard post and went right. And into a alley way. Taking a shortcut, I guess. I was going to a ballet studio in downtown Berlin. The ballet studio was set up in a former Stashi or east german intelligence service safehouse. A four story building that was a clone of the other buildings around it. No one would even notice. A shadow per se. In modern day Germany , it''s the perfect place for a business front for a german criminal organisation. Bunch of thugs teaching dancing. Now that''s a hilarious idea to think about. I was only a few yards away from the studio when I encountered my colleagues. Two men and one women. Standing infront of his car¡¯s front was Shuvo. Beside him was Naim. And on the phone talking to someone right beside the car was Tanha. I cross the last few meters and came to them. Shuvo encountered me and said. ¡°For christ sake, can''t you just for once drive a car to a business deal? We waited for 12 minutes, for you to show up!¡± And I replied, ¡°Walking is better for your health. You should try it sometimes instead of humping your car.¡± Naim burst into laughter at my comment. While, Shuvo was more than a little angry. Suddenly, Tanha yelled out, ¡°I don''t care, what it takes. That ship should leave port by tomorrow. Or I¡¯ll go down there myself and next, you probably know!¡± Then she hung up the phone. Leaving the other person on the other side leaving no chance to explain himself. ¡°What happened, Tanha?¡±(Rez) ¡°Oh, nothing. Just a fucking problem in Marseilles. Someone messed up the shipping documents. And now, deliveries are late. I¡¯m so gonna kill those guys in the management division. I¡¯m so pissed, right now. I really wanna punch something now.¡±(Tanha) ¡°Well, keep your head calm. If this meeting goes sideaways. You can punch all the guys, you want.¡±(Rez) We all stood on the other side of the building. Where the car was parked. We discussed the scenario of the deal going sideaways. ¡°Guys, ever heard the french saying, ¡°Don''t bring a non-lethal weapon to a gunfight.¡± (Naim) ¡°Well, don''t worry about it. We gotta a trump card in our hands. If it goes sideaways. Then we can count on the guys in right beside that red building up ahead. ¡±(Rez) ¡°You thought this through, didn''t you.¡±(Naim) ¡°Well, You know the american saying, ¡°Don''t go into a house filled with bad guys without taking a platoon of heavily armed soldiers.¡±(Tanha) Shuvo scored a smile and said, ¡°Then let''s get going.¡± We entered the building. The studio was on the 1st and 2nd floor were ballet studios. While, the other 3 floor were office spaces for the Durham Dancing company. Also a front for the Stadia. A german criminal organisation known to the public. As the 4th largest supplier of illegal prostitutes in central europe. They also have a sizable investment in the Balkan sex trade and in the European slave trade. The company makes their black money look white. They also own several other companies in Germany, Austria, Belgium, Slovenia. In this day and age, these kinds of businesses are needed if you want to get away with crime. And get to spend it without any repercussions. As we progress to the 3rd floor. On the 3rd floor, You would see the first visible signs of foot soldiers in this building. Some in T-shirt and jeans had Five-seven handguns tucked in their pants. While the others were discreet showing no weaponary on them. But that was just because they were wearing suits.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. One thing to know about the Stadia is that the leadership is former Stashi. All in there 70s. The foot soldiers are mostly former police, Bundeswehr or the German ground forces. They may look like normal thugs. But they are more than capable of handle professionals like us. A woman, who''s probably the head honcho¡¯s secretary greets us and told us that her boss has been waiting for us. She asked us to follow her to the company president¡¯s office and we did. About the business deal, we¡¯re here for. It was for a proposal to supply them with large amounts of young girls from south east asia instead of their competitors. This would be beneficial for them. Because, the current market demand is for young asian girls. And they would likely accept this proposal. If they want to compete with the Chinese Triads and the Africans. Currently, they are facing a large profit deficit. In the last 5 years, Police Raids and competition has seen their profits cut by 52%. They are barely making money. And most of their foot soldiers are in their 40s and loyal to the organisation. The younger members left for the other groups. Selling people to is not generally what I do. It¡¯s not what a ethical would do. it''s just what my work provokes me to do. But, I don''t feel the guilt of doing it. Maybe, it does get numb after a few times. But any man could leaves his work and back to the home, he came from. This job of mine, I¡¯m chained to it. It is the price of being a patriot, I guess. What does it, even mean to protect your own country? Does it, include killing innocent people? making people¡¯s lives, who did nothing our homeland miserable? I don''t even know the answer anymore. After almost an hour, we got outside of the building. They accepted the proposal. If they didn¡¯t. The Ambrosians were ready to eliminate them and takeover their businesses. Shuvo told them about the ramifications of not accepting this proposal would be. And they agreed to it quickly. It seems for them the peril of crisis has passed. But we all know, that is a farce we tell to the children to sleep soundly. There is a war going on. A war that may not end. As we make our way to the car. Tanha gets a call. She answers it. After a few seconds, the call is over. We all look towards her. That was probably from command for our next assignment. I say to her, ¡°Where next?¡± She replies to my question with a photo sent to her phone and the destination, ¡°Oslo¡± Shuvo opens driver''s seat door while Naim gets in the seat beside him. While Tanha and I take a taxi to our individual places to pack for our trip. We all decide to meet up at the airport. After a few minutes, we reach the heart of berlin. The bustling capital of Germany. Ah, the bustling night streets. The streets were filled with people from many walks life and ethnicities. As the taxi stops because of traffic. All around us were luxury stores and a couple of restaurants. Above you could see corporate skyscrapers. But even though this was a country with a prosperous future. There were still people left in the past. Just infront a jewellery store was a old man begging for alms. But no one even paid any attention to him. This world like time, waits for none. Those who can''t keep up. Just get left behind and left to their own suffering. This is just how this cruel world works. This reminds me of a guy in his 40s who I met. when I attended South East Asian College. ¡°Once we were children and we thought we would be children forever. But we''ve grown up. We''ve faced Reality. We learned to accept the harsh truth of this world. Nothing stays the same. Everything keeps changing. This world moves so fast. That I just wish I could slow it down for a moment. So that I can appreciate it for once. So I could look beyond it''s flaws. So that I could get a rest from running with it. But that''s not how this unjust world works.¡± ------------------------------------- Oslo, Norway Today was the opening of a Clean energy Expo in Oslo. Many people from the public and energy sector were attending. Also attending was, Sir David Attenborough. The CEO of Attens Energy Company. A rising energy giant in the Middle east and Asia. The main focus of the firm was clean energy. Sir David was in company of George Eckert at the Expo. They both discussed many things at the Expo opening and took a couple of glasses of wine at a later party hosted by the Saudi state owned oil company. The party was hosted in a huge hall of a hotel. The hall was filled with big company execs. Looking at this crowd. Sir David said to George, ¡°Look at these bloody swines. Look at their oil written suits and mouths stuffed with money which was made with the suffering of the arab people. And they still say they support clean energy and saving the world. Hmmm.. what a bunch of superior hypocrites.¡± George replied to his comment,¡°Well, as long as there is a need for oil. These execs can keep making money and get awarded medals for doing so.¡± ¡°That''s Capitalism for you.¡±(Sir David) ¡°The Americans and the Chinese are taking over the middle eastern markets. No need for british traders anymore.¡±(George) ¡°You know, that''s funny because if the british weren''t around. The Middle east would be just be piles of sand. There wouldn''t be advanced cities like Abu Dhabi, Riyadh, Doha or clean water to drink. The way, I see it. If the british didn''t come to the desert. There wouldn''t be much developments in that part of world. They wouldn''t even have the goddamn weapons created by Israel. The Iron Dome wouldn''t be invented. And they still say that the british empire is evil.¡±(Sir David) ¡°Well, you have a point. Cheers to that.¡±(George) ¡°Cheers!¡±(Sir David) ¡°So, During the opening. You said you wanted to talk about some urgent matters?¡± ¡°Is this place secure enough to talk about some important matters?¡±(Sir David) ¡°Well, it depends on the subject.¡±(George) ¡°I know about your little European power struggle. The Hapsburg won''t ever let the Accord take Europe. It''s where there base of operations are located.¡± ¡°Well, A couple of man and women can try, right?¡±(George) ¡°Let¡¯s just say hypothetically, if you can back up that claim and provide some favourable terms for a few lucky man and women. You could have some considerable support in this struggle.¡± (Sir David) ¡°And if hypothetically, I could provide such terms of agreement. Then could the Accord get some backing in it¡¯s ambitions in Europe¡±(George) Sir David forwarded his glass and said. ¡°Cheers to our new relationship then. I look forward to it.¡± ¡°Cheers!¡±(George)