Room 612

As the man stepped into his room, he quickly turned and locked both deadbolts on the door behind him. Next, he quickly removed a champagne bottle from his bag, and place it on top of the doorknob, so that if the knob were turned, the bottle would fall. Finally, he took one of the three chairs situated randomly in the room, and stuck it up under the nob. He had already put the do not disturb sign on the other side of the door.

Quickly walking across the room, the man closed the shades, and proceded to flick on the lights. He used his second chair to prop the door to the next suite (incase someone had wanted a super suite, doors were in position between some of them). Over the next ten minutes the man set up his own laptop, hooked it in to the high speed internet cable, and proceded to make sure it was a secure link. Once assured, he moved on to the phones, which he checked for tapes before installing a scrambler into them.

Once done, the man could not help but smile at his work. Turning on the TV, the man set it to the ILNN, and proceded to unload his suitcase, full of cloathing and the such, into the room’s first dresser.

Once done, he opened the toat bag, and from it he began pulling out an assortment of weapons, and loaded them into the second dresser, which he had left totally empty in preperation for this.

Once done, he proceded to hang up his other suits, and then sat back. Jerry Serns, one of Terrano Abercananza’s most trusted bodyguards, sat back in silence on the bed. He had set up his base. Now, he just had to wait for the oppurtune moment, which would be very soon at the state dinner. And there, he would take out his whole range of targets, ranging from the leader of 1 Infinite Loop to Commander Kreft to Matthew Terrus.

OOC: Decided to have this be part of an upcoming RP of mine, so…
IC:
The man re-entered the room. The conference had ended long ago…and he had done nothing. Not that he could be expected to. Terrano Abercananza, his partner and old friend, was dead. Their homeland was destroyed, under Packilvanian rule. Their government in hiding or dead.

Making his way to the desk, Jerry sat down, and, opening his computer, began to peice together what remained of Terrano Abercananza’s old terrorist network. While its original objective, the destruction of the HoopHoopLand government was accomplished, it now had a new objective. An objective that would be even harder then Terano’s first one. And yet, it was just as required.

OOC: Eh, how about some sort of dark side RP? We could turn this into terrorist, drug cartell, mafia, even go pirate. Again, just trying to save an old thread.
IC:
Nearly a year had passed since HHP had been invaded…with the death of the leader of the network, and the destruction of much of HHP, most of the former terrorist network of Terrano Abercananza was gone. Dead, in the eyes of Abercananza’s former left hand man: Jerry Serns.

As the emergency contact list of Abercananza’s organization came up, Serns sighed. It had been a long period of time since he had activated this list, in hopes of reconstructing Terrano’s network. He had failed, however, primarily due to a lack of ability of the HHP’s terrorist network to reach computers…their homeland just having been nuked.

However, they had had plenty of time to rebuild now, and without hive assimilation of the island…some of his colleagues had to be alive still.

Clicking a button, Jerry brought up the instant contact accounts of these members…and sent a single, three-word Instant Message across the infinite time and space of IRC.

“Does anyone survive?”