The idea to write this story came from a one-shot story I did for the manga Black Lagoon where Yukio Washimine is saved by her long-lost twin brother, Yuji (who is just an original character created for the story). His backstory was that he was saved by Raymond Reddington from The Blacklist from human smugglers. He then helped the boy recover and train him in paramilitary tactics to help him after Reddington told the young man that his father's friend in the Yakuza asked for his assistance despite Yuji's estranged relationship from his father. He agreed when Reddington mentioned that he's helping his family find the culprit responsible for his abduction and their "investigation" leads to Bosnia.
It's complicated. Trust me.
Since I'm not sure if people will recognize the said original concept since I have plan to do the story as a story crossover between Black Lagoon and The Blacklist with several characters taken from various series/franchises, I decided to go and try and do an original story with some stuff being a bit different, but otherwise has the same lore. (Though if you got anything to say, feel free to reply here or via PM)
The main starting point for this is that the "good guys" are based in parts of Bosnian Posavina since it's one of the few areas where the HVO and the ARBiH still worked together against the VRS, AP Western Bosnia, partially the YJ and their militia proxies. Well I can't find any further info on this, aside from an early battle in 1992 where the two forces did work together, so I'll run along that idea.
This is partially done. A continuation to this should be up in a few days.
So enjoy the story in original flavor fiction.
"Pretty long trip from Ferihegy airport if you ask me," The East Asian man addressed the driver. "I thought Mr. Blum was suppose to have me transferred to another airport after I arrived from New York."
"I apologize for the last minute change," The Caucasian man replied as he began to make his approach towards the checkpoint. "He insisted that we travel this way since the nearest airport is not fully operational for commercial traffic. This way, you can meet Mr. Blum's contact. He'll take you inside Croatian territory before you reach Bosnia."
The car began to slow down after they spotted two Rendőrség officers at the border crossing, being motioned to stop for an inspection.
<"Passports, please."> The officer approached the Dacia while his partner covered for him, speaking in Hungarian.
"I'm only going to Croatia." The East Asian man handed his American passport. "He's only here to drop me off."
The officer got the passport and read it. He looked at the man and spoke to him in fluent English with a slight accent. "May I ask why you're heading into Croatia today... Mr. Michael Lin? Are you aware of the civil war going on there?"
"I am." Michael showed his Croatian-issued ID card. "I'm heading there to do some humanitarian work with an NGO there for the Bosnian refugees."
"I see." The officer examined his Croatian ID before it was handed back to him. "And do you know the name of this... NGO?"
"Yes, sir." Michael nodded. "I'm with World Relief and I was assigned here as a volunteer."
The officer nodded after hearing his reply. He then told the young man to get out of the car since his passport needs to be stamped.
"I'll take this." He told the driver when he took his black backpack from the back seat. "Tell them I said my thanks."
"Of course," The driver replied
When Michael was escorted to the Rendőrség checkpoint, the officer manning it was told of Michael's situation and his plans to go to Croatia.
They murmured among themselves in Hungarian, wondering why the heck would he risk his life when the fighting was still going on. Nevertheless, his passport has been given an official immigration stamp to indicate that he officially left Hungarian soil for Croatia.
"Here you are." The officer handed the passport back after his colleague at the checkpoint gave it to him. "Have a safe journey inside Croatia."
"Thanks." Michael smiled and gripped his passport before he walked down the road, heading to a Croatian Policija border checkpoint. From there, Michael was subjected to the same questions and passport inspection. He also handed in his Croatian ID for inspection.
Waiting near the Policija checkpoint was a silver BMW 518i sedan with Županja-based licensed plates. Inside were two Caucasians, inside and apparently waiting when they kept an eye on Michael ever since his arrival at Donji Miholjac.
After Michael got his passport with the usual warning not to get into trouble from the Policija, he walked towards the parked sedan.
"Welcome to Croatia." The driver got out of the car and greeted Michael. The latter noted that his English was of an American accent, particularly from California most likely.
"Thanks." Michael got inside the car and settled himself in.
"How did it go?" The driver asked him after he got in the car and buckled up his seatbelt.
"Was a breeze actually. I didn't expect them to give me a hard time."
"You can thank Mr. Blum for that. He went all out to make sure you got your Croatian ID before you even got here."
The BMW sedan drove off away from the Donji Miholjac border checkpoint.
"Is there anything else I need to know?" Michael asked the driver.
"Mr. Blum mentioned that you're heading first to Županja first." The driver looked at the left and right to make sure nothing was obstructing its path. "It's the closest city we can go to since most of the other cities in the Croatian-Bosnian border are under the control of the Bosnian Serbs."
Michael stared from his seat, looking at the Croatian scenery as the car drove southwards towards the Croatian-Bosnian boder.
It's complicated. Trust me.
Since I'm not sure if people will recognize the said original concept since I have plan to do the story as a story crossover between Black Lagoon and The Blacklist with several characters taken from various series/franchises, I decided to go and try and do an original story with some stuff being a bit different, but otherwise has the same lore. (Though if you got anything to say, feel free to reply here or via PM)
The main starting point for this is that the "good guys" are based in parts of Bosnian Posavina since it's one of the few areas where the HVO and the ARBiH still worked together against the VRS, AP Western Bosnia, partially the YJ and their militia proxies. Well I can't find any further info on this, aside from an early battle in 1992 where the two forces did work together, so I'll run along that idea.
This is partially done. A continuation to this should be up in a few days.
So enjoy the story in original flavor fiction.
August 1, 1993
Drávaszabolcs, Croatian/Hungarian border checkpoint, Hungary
Drávaszabolcs, Croatian/Hungarian border checkpoint, Hungary
A red Dacia 1325 with Hungarian license plates drove down the road towards the direction of Drávaszabolcs' border checkpoint between Croatia and Hungary from the direction of Budapest. The car only had two occupants inside. They consisted of a Caucasian man with brown hair in his early 30s, who was driving the Dacia. Next to him was a young man of East Asian origin with black hair. Both of them wore shirts, jeans and sneakers since the weather was hot.
"Pretty long trip from Ferihegy airport if you ask me," The East Asian man addressed the driver. "I thought Mr. Blum was suppose to have me transferred to another airport after I arrived from New York."
"I apologize for the last minute change," The Caucasian man replied as he began to make his approach towards the checkpoint. "He insisted that we travel this way since the nearest airport is not fully operational for commercial traffic. This way, you can meet Mr. Blum's contact. He'll take you inside Croatian territory before you reach Bosnia."
The car began to slow down after they spotted two Rendőrség officers at the border crossing, being motioned to stop for an inspection.
<"Passports, please."> The officer approached the Dacia while his partner covered for him, speaking in Hungarian.
"I'm only going to Croatia." The East Asian man handed his American passport. "He's only here to drop me off."
The officer got the passport and read it. He looked at the man and spoke to him in fluent English with a slight accent. "May I ask why you're heading into Croatia today... Mr. Michael Lin? Are you aware of the civil war going on there?"
"I am." Michael showed his Croatian-issued ID card. "I'm heading there to do some humanitarian work with an NGO there for the Bosnian refugees."
"I see." The officer examined his Croatian ID before it was handed back to him. "And do you know the name of this... NGO?"
"Yes, sir." Michael nodded. "I'm with World Relief and I was assigned here as a volunteer."
The officer nodded after hearing his reply. He then told the young man to get out of the car since his passport needs to be stamped.
"I'll take this." He told the driver when he took his black backpack from the back seat. "Tell them I said my thanks."
"Of course," The driver replied
When Michael was escorted to the Rendőrség checkpoint, the officer manning it was told of Michael's situation and his plans to go to Croatia.
They murmured among themselves in Hungarian, wondering why the heck would he risk his life when the fighting was still going on. Nevertheless, his passport has been given an official immigration stamp to indicate that he officially left Hungarian soil for Croatia.
"Here you are." The officer handed the passport back after his colleague at the checkpoint gave it to him. "Have a safe journey inside Croatia."
"Thanks." Michael smiled and gripped his passport before he walked down the road, heading to a Croatian Policija border checkpoint. From there, Michael was subjected to the same questions and passport inspection. He also handed in his Croatian ID for inspection.
Waiting near the Policija checkpoint was a silver BMW 518i sedan with Županja-based licensed plates. Inside were two Caucasians, inside and apparently waiting when they kept an eye on Michael ever since his arrival at Donji Miholjac.
After Michael got his passport with the usual warning not to get into trouble from the Policija, he walked towards the parked sedan.
"Welcome to Croatia." The driver got out of the car and greeted Michael. The latter noted that his English was of an American accent, particularly from California most likely.
"Thanks." Michael got inside the car and settled himself in.
"How did it go?" The driver asked him after he got in the car and buckled up his seatbelt.
"Was a breeze actually. I didn't expect them to give me a hard time."
"You can thank Mr. Blum for that. He went all out to make sure you got your Croatian ID before you even got here."
The BMW sedan drove off away from the Donji Miholjac border checkpoint.
"Is there anything else I need to know?" Michael asked the driver.
"Mr. Blum mentioned that you're heading first to Županja first." The driver looked at the left and right to make sure nothing was obstructing its path. "It's the closest city we can go to since most of the other cities in the Croatian-Bosnian border are under the control of the Bosnian Serbs."
Michael stared from his seat, looking at the Croatian scenery as the car drove southwards towards the Croatian-Bosnian boder.
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