Operation
Member
- Location
- The Island of memes
(The fake picture on the island brochure)
"Welcome To Tanoa!"
"The Island of dreams!"
What a joke, Tanoa isn't anything what that brochure said- hell it was torn up and even that silly picture of the beachside village was a lie, this place isn't a paradise, its a dump where heavy industry has torn up majority of the landscape let alone the nature and the water, that is now brown by the way. Anyways the plane flight here was alright food was a bit odd, but what do you expect from a second class foreign airline right? The plane taxied off the runway and into one of the terminals I shuttered at the feeling that I got when I stepped off the plane. This wasn't a nice municipal airport with a grass strip where you could smell the fresh air, no it was rather a bustling International Airport with planes taking off every few minutes with people arriving and departing like no tomorrow. 'This is crazy' he thought to himself, wondering why he still bought a ticket to this wretched Island in the middle of the south pacific, there's nothing to really offer, but lung cancer from all the smog and maybe even death from what he just saw on the news. Police rioting and gang violence on the rise, there was just a shooting in Georgetown about five minutes after he got off of the plane. Now you ask why actually is he here, well long story short business- he have a contact on the island which will set me up with a nice vehicle and some cash to start out with...the only trouble with that is he has no idea where he is, nor how to get out of this incredibly busy airport. Now the thing is all that he see is people in business suits and briefcases everywhere speedily walking to terminals and outside to catch a random flight to a random place somewhere in the world. There's no one here with summer clothes like me and there is no actual natives to be seen in the entire place- well I could see why since it is a corporate owned airport. Knowing that He has no where to go and don't know my way around this retched place, I sit and I wait. I look out the window towards the runway as I see two vehicles pull up and stop in front of a garage, a pick-up truck and a hatchback, they both stop and two men get out and simply wait there- browsing their phone and looking around like something is supposed to come from somewhere. And something did come from somewhere, two small single-prop planes land and taxi right in front of the men in front of the vehicles shutting off of their engines, and letting three people out of each of them along with the pilots- the two men simply walk away from the trucks as the pilots pull out luggage from the planes setting them off near the trucks. The pilots then walk away back to their planes and simply chat as the six men walk towards the said vehicles, one of them being my contact. At this point I didn't know if I should run out there and try to get his attention or not since I am supposed to be meeting him here, right now, at this very spot. With that, I was about to run out there- until a bag was thrown over my head.
(The men and the planes.)
I wake up, back still over my head now in a vehicle I hear men laughing, speaking Spanish I think. I can't really make it out. It felt like an hour or two until the vehicle finally stops and I hear the engine turn off. Doors shut until I hear the door that I'm next to open and I'm thrown out on the gravel floor, then getting told to get up, Instinctively I do and I stand there beginning to choke up as I hear the cocking of a pistol. The men break out in laughter and they take the bag off of my head seeing my face blushed and tears streaming down my face, their laughing escalating now seeing me breaking down thinking I was going to die. They cut my hands loose from a rope they probably tied on the way to the current location where we're at, which I have no idea where it is. Then I hear my name, "Anthony! You actually made it! I thought you were lying the whole time on coming here." I look around as I wipe the tears off my face and the mucus rolling down my upper lip and I say, "Y-yeah I made it...do you want to speak privately then?". He nods as he waves the men away shutting the wicket door behind them leaving myself and my contact in the room alone, he wears a jet black tuxedo with a cherry red tie along with shiny black loafers and slacks, with tattoos on his neck and right hand. "Now that we are in private, about that deal...", I nod and say "Yes, you said there is about one hundred thousand pound on the line no? For the delivery of two new planes and two zamaks?" He nods as he turns around beginning to walk towards a safe, "I expect them to come no later than tomorrow Anthony, you are in my compound and your life is under my control right now." I begin to shake in fear as I reply, "Th...the earliest that they can come is by Wednesday morning...", he lets out a sigh of annoyance asking, "What is today?", I reply, "It's Sunday...Snake, it's Sunday.". He reacts slamming his fist on the table throwing a briefcase off the table yelling, "AND THE EARLIEST YOU CAN GET THEM HERE IS WEDNESDAY MORNING?!", I nod as I kick myself back against the wheel of the truck, he starts to walk towards me grabbing the collar of my shirt picking my up saying, "If you can't get them here by Tuesday morning YOUR head is going on THAT MANTLEPIECE!" He says as he points to a fireplace with the head of a bear mounted above it. I nod rapidly as he throws me down calling in the men as he walks out kicking the briefcase out of the way of the door frame. His bodies come in and clean up the mess as someone else comes in the room motioning to me to follow him, I get up and quickly walk to the man in a camouflage uniform as he leads me throughout the compound, I see men carrying crates of weapons, ammo, money, and drugs around the compound and natives out in a field nearby picking some type of plants, most likely weed I think. The compound seems like its in the middle of the jungle out of the way of everyone. The man leads me to their 'armory' handing me a pistol and telling me to continue to follow him walking out of the compound pointing down path. I begin to walk down the path as I turn around seeing the man is gone. I put the pistol in the backside of my pants following the path for what seems like an hour until I find two heavily armed men at a camp type of place. They look at my saying, "You must be Anthony! We we're expecting you." I ask, "Why were you expecting me?" the men let out a chuckle as they say, "This is where you'll stay for a while- you have a satellite phone too, along with a radio. To make sure you get that deal fulfilled and that you have some type of contact with the compound." I let out a sigh as I nod and sit down on a bench nearby a campfire looking up through the tree top canopy seeing the sun set.
(The two men at the campsite.)
The following morning the manage to muster up enough strength to actually get up and walk around. My back aching and my feet sore from the hike I presume I don't feel to well in tuned to do much at the time. The two men aren't here- however their packs are left near the campsite. I wonder where they went, however there Is a note here. It reads, "Come to the compound. 9:30 Sharp -Snake." I look down at my watch seeing that it is 8:20 AM, I grab my pack and start off towards the compound. While I am walking I remember what I said to Snake, however it has been a couple days since I arrived at the campsite having fun with the two men (Not in the sexual way) playing cards and smoking a bit, along with hunting the wildlife. I look at my watch again, it not saying the date and my phone being dead, I truly hope that it is Wednesday...I want this deal to be done with so I can get the hell out of here. I arrive to the campsite seeing Snake smiling saying, "It's Wednesday morning my friend! Where is my delivery?" I reply, "Northern most airport near La Rochelle." He replies, "Wonderful! Let's go." I nod as I follow him out to his SUV, Snake and I sitting in the back and his two guards up front- with one driving of course. We pull out of the compound heading North on a dirt road until we hit the main road. We take a right as he head farther north, I look out and see all of the dust being kicked up by machinery at the quarries and mines tearing away at the ground. Trucks heading north to the Blue Pearl Harbor to drop off the raw ore and it to be shipped off across the world. The ride lasts two hours considering traffic and everything that is on this retched island we make it. And low and behold my guys are there with a AC-130 unloading the trucks and the two new racer planes already in the hangar. We pull up me getting out first to wave them to make sure they lower their guns, along with Snake and his two guards last. We walk up to them, my commander- Lucas asks, "Had a fun time here boss?" I let out a cough saying, "Fuck off- this place is a hell hole. Money or not I want out." Snake grins as he looks at the brand new trucks and planes in the hangar, handing my the briefcase of money and walking back to the SUV. Lucas asks, "So was it worth it?" I nod in a 'no' manner replying, "Not at all...this place is disgusting." I watch Snake start up and begin to pull off until an eruption of gunfire rips out like thunder from the buildings around the airfield and the SUV tires getting popped. A helicopter flies over head landing almost right in front of us and heavily armed men come out grabbing me and slamming me onto the ground along with Lucas right next to me. The men yell out finally, "THIS IS THE POLICE! You are all under arrest for drug trafficking..." The voice fades out as I begin to zone out looking at what happened just now. I can feel the weight of the man on top of me crushing my back and his yelling deafening me, I let out a long sigh thinking to myself, "I lost it all. My gang. My authority. My notoriety. All gone now." They pick me up as I watch my AC-130 being made to Taxi off the runway, being thrown in the car I begin to lay back voices still faded out I hear Lucas yelling at them yelling up a storm until he's tased and thrown in the back with me. However now that I think about it, no one truly OWNS Tanoa, the government in shambles- police force not really caring what goes on unless it is something big...and the gangs really leaving their mark on Tanoa, owning bits and pieces of the island tearing up the ground with Industrial operations, drug trafficking, and worse of all slavery. I can't say what'll happen to me nor to Snakes gang. However I still can't tell what's the real point of being here on the disgusting piece of earth, but I'm in jail now so I can't do anything anyways.
(Gangs of Tanoa moving around)
(Right guys! This is done. I hope you enjoyed please leave your comments below- if you enjoyed it I'll make more later on! Other than that have fun!)
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