Story
The War Begins
In the northern tribal regions of the Republic of Derbaran, a small town began to stir as the pink light of dawn colored the desert mountaintops in the distance. Bakers and merchants, midwives and school teachers, emerged from their mud brick homes to begin their day. As always, they threw nervous glances at the razor wire and concrete compound of the Derbaran military depot that squatted below a yellow banner just beyond the village. The coexistence was an uncomfortable one; the Derbaran government had little love for the tribal minorities in the area.
Cries of alarm rose from the men stationed at the depot when a column of tanks and trucks crested a rise. They flew green banners, the colors of the National Independence Union, the rebel coalition of minority tribes. But these were not poor peasants with cheap rifles. The Derbaran soldiers scrambled in panic as the NIU tanks rained explosive rounds on the ammo depot, shattering concrete bunkers and crushing soldiers beneath a hail of rubble. NIU trucks disgorged scores of men who peppered the defensive positions with small arms fire.
When it was over, the only sound came from the crackle of flames and the screams of wounded and dying Derbaran soldiers. The villagers slowly emerged from hiding. They gasped when they recognized the man who climbed from the lead tank and stood on the turret to address them. Even in this small village, the televisions in the tea houses and shops had shown his face many times. He was General Ikram Karmali, decorated officer of the Derbaran military and military advisor to the President. The pride of the Derbaran military had become a rebel.
“My people,” General Karmali said, “I cannot stand by any longer while President Zaripov and his government oppress us. I renounce my allegiance to Zaripov. The NIU will take this country back!”
Dr. Black
Malcolm Black was jarred awake by the rocking of the Land Rover. The roads in this part of China were not as well maintained as one might hope, and he hadn’t been able to get much rest on his way to the airport. He turned to look out the window, and noticed light creeping over the horizon. This would be the last sunrise he would see in China, because he was finally going home.
Malcolm reached into his jacket and retrieved a small photo of his wife and daughter, smiling back at him from their small apartment in New Jersey. He had brought it to remind himself why he had taken this assignment; thanks to the substantial consultant’s fee he had been paid, they could finally have the life they deserved.
A couple of months ago, he had been contacted by a military officer named Selik; he had heard about Malcolm from his thesis paper on yellowcake uranium and its potential applications for military use. Hailing from a relatively unknown country known as Derbaran, Major Selik had indicated that his government had an interest in uranium R&D and needed a consultant. Malcolm hadn’t been interested – until the Major mentioned the commission rate. For leading a team of Derbaran scientists through a uranium lab in southern China, he would return home debt-free and with enough money left over to provide a comfortable life for himself and his family.
His phone rang as his driver pulled into the airport.
“Black here,” he answered.
“Dr. Black, this is Major Selik. I am calling to thank you for your efforts in China. I have received reports from our scientists and they stated that your training and expertise was invaluable to them.” Selik’s tone was formal, but Black couldn’t help but feel there was more to this phone call than a simple thank-you.
“It’s nothing, Major, just doing what you paid me to do.” Malcolm chose his words carefully. “I don’t mean to cut our conversation short, but my plane is boarding and…”
“I would like you on a different plane, Dr. Black. We have need of you in Derbaran for a few days more.” There was an edge of finality in his statement. “Before you say anything, I want you to understand that your visit to Derbaran is of vital importance to our country. You will be paid double what we have already given you if you choose to come. I hope to meet you soon.” The phone went silent.
Malcolm wanted to contest, but instead he silently watched the plane to New York take flight. He would have to wait a few more days to see his family.
Minister Dong
The Minister’s convoy quickly made its way across the narrow, dirt road that ran through Cloud Forest. The convoy consisted of two Humvees accompanied by four motorcycles; President Zaripov had given the order himself regarding the security of Derbaran’s Minister of Science and Research. After all she had promised much to The President and Zaripov did not take failure kindly.
After a bumpy ride, a tough looking, pale stone structure stood out in a clearing. The hummers pulled over as close to the front entrance as possible. The guards on the motorcycles got off their bikes; two of them stepped forward, armed with MP7s and checked the way they came from for any danger. One of the remaining two approached the big metal door of the bunker; on the right side of the door was a panel The guard, took the plastic lid off and the panel display lit up. He punched a series of numbers into the panel and put back the plastic cover. A few short moments later the metal door screeched open. The guard by the Minister’s Humvee gently opened the right passenger side door and bowed slightly, his eyes not meeting hers. A pair of jet black Prada shoes emerged from the Humvee, followed by a long white trench coat. Minister Young Ju Dong was a well dressed woman as far as scientists went and especially so for a country amidst a civil war. She carried herself with confidence and kept a firm grip on the chrome briefcase at her side. She stepped off the Humvee and walked towards the Bunker without hesitation. There was a sense of urgency in her movements but she did not rush. The guards followed her in and the metal door screeched shut behind them.
Inside the bunker, two of the guards approached a stockpile of crates and started moving them out of the way. Underneath the crates was a small access hatch. The guard reached down and pulled the rectangular hatch door open. There was a flight of narrow stairs that led down. Minister Dong proceeded down the stairs, as soon as the hatch was closed shut, two florescent lights flickered on. A man greeted the group, his white hair was messy, he had a wrinkled lab coat and his glasses leaned slightly to one side. “Welcome to Artifact, Minister!” he said cheeringly. These scientists worked under isolation and this was probably the most interesting thing that happened in Artifact since one of the scientists set his lab coat on fire with a Bunsen burner. “I’m sure you want to see the bodies, Minister. This way…” The scientist led the group of scientists deeper into the facility.
Weapons
100+ different types of guns,nades,c4
Vehicls
A10 Warthog
This bomber is lethal against ground targets and it also outfitted with a GAU-8 gatling cannon.
More Info
And more than 20+ different type vehicles
Hardware/Software Minimum Requirements
Ram 1GB
VGA 256 [i play this with my onbord vga
]HDD 2GB
Free Online activated
Download Links
http://mountfile.com/file/06c0d6ae/3f3b7ff4
Yes only 1 link
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