Elephantum
29-05-2005, 02:54
The Parade snaked its ways through the winding streets of Manama. The High Sultan Wandu e-Mumman sat atop an exquisitely decorated elephant, approaching the Royal Palace, where he was to give a speech about the great expansions and changes his country had gone through over the past year.
As he rounded a corner, a gunshot went off. He looked down at his chest and saw a hole the size of a grapefruit before it went black.
The man who shot him turned and ran. A Nebraskan by birth, he fled before the Royal Guard could grab him, getting into a car with his accomplices, two Sicilians, a Gambian, and another Nebraskan. They rushed through the city, one getting out at each safehouse, preparing to go into hiding, their work done.
Even as the Royal Guard rushed the High Sultan's body inside the safety of the Royal Palace, messages went out to the Electing Sultantes, ordering them to be at the Palace at dawn for the first Calling of the Sultans.
As he rounded a corner, a gunshot went off. He looked down at his chest and saw a hole the size of a grapefruit before it went black.
The man who shot him turned and ran. A Nebraskan by birth, he fled before the Royal Guard could grab him, getting into a car with his accomplices, two Sicilians, a Gambian, and another Nebraskan. They rushed through the city, one getting out at each safehouse, preparing to go into hiding, their work done.
Even as the Royal Guard rushed the High Sultan's body inside the safety of the Royal Palace, messages went out to the Electing Sultantes, ordering them to be at the Palace at dawn for the first Calling of the Sultans.