Foe Hammer
19-12-2003, 23:51
Verdini Jolaan silently sat in the conference room, opposite a large board. Around him, his colleagues also sat quietly, listening closely to a large man giving out orders. Surely, if they "f*cked up", as the man put it, they would be executed for treason. This instantly snapped the men into attention. Upon hearing those words, Verdini sparked back from his journey into deep thought.
"Many of you are talented professionals at your jobs. I have hand-picked each and every one of you for this, a great opportunity for the freedom of Foe Hammer. Now, before I continue, I would like to inform you, gentlemen, of the great consequences and chances you are about to take. All who prefer not to accept consequences are free to back away from the table now, and only now." Not one of the hired "professionals" budged.
"Excellent. I knew you had balls. I would like to introduce you to this woman." The lights dimmed, and a picture shot onto the wall opposite the board. "Ashanti Nordlund, Empress of Foe Hammer. For increasing the defense of the nation, lowering taxes while upholding the national budget, peace between nation, etcetera. Against unnessecary war, high taxes and species segregation-" A hand shot up. "Yes?"
Verdini looked over to Zeke Foster, one of his longtime friends. He and Zeke had gotten each other started in the business. Zeke said, "Yes, we are aware of who she is. Cut to the chase. What do we do, why do we do it, and I think I speak for all when I ask, what the hell are we getting out of this?"
The man continued. "Gentlemen, you, the finest assassins available, are to formulate a plan, follow through and "execute" the plan. You are doing this for Alexi, the loser of the last Imperial Election. Ashanti was only elected because of the immense number of votes by female voters."
One of the assassins stood, walked to the door, turned to the man with a firm middle finger outstretched, and exited the room. A few seconds after the incident, a gunshot rang throughout the building. "Is there anyone else who wishes to leave?" No hands rose. "If you suceed, Twenty million Imperial Credits will be wired to the bank account of your choice, twenty million for each of you. Verdini spoke up. "Holy shit, you sure are betting alot on this. What makes you so positive that such a plan will happen flawlessly?"
"Ah, Verdini. You are one of the most talented Snipers I've ever seen. After witnessing firsthand your work on one of the past Emperors, I'm sure you will succeed. You are being issued each an S2-AM Sniper Rifle, ammunition, and all the gear you need for this. Miss Nordlund will be travelling through Elk City within a matter of days. During that time, we will formulate a plan, you will practice your shot, and we will execute the Empress. Do any of you have any ideas for a possible plan?"
Verdini spoke up once again. "Yes, Mark. Are you aware of the assassination of John F. Kennedy?" Mark thought, then responded, "80 years before many of the 20th Century nations split? Yes, I have read about that. Are you thinking we could use the Grassy Knome trick?"
The entire room burst into laughter. "Mark..." Verdini said, with a large giggle he tried with all his might to contain, "It's called the Grassy Knoll..."
"Many of you are talented professionals at your jobs. I have hand-picked each and every one of you for this, a great opportunity for the freedom of Foe Hammer. Now, before I continue, I would like to inform you, gentlemen, of the great consequences and chances you are about to take. All who prefer not to accept consequences are free to back away from the table now, and only now." Not one of the hired "professionals" budged.
"Excellent. I knew you had balls. I would like to introduce you to this woman." The lights dimmed, and a picture shot onto the wall opposite the board. "Ashanti Nordlund, Empress of Foe Hammer. For increasing the defense of the nation, lowering taxes while upholding the national budget, peace between nation, etcetera. Against unnessecary war, high taxes and species segregation-" A hand shot up. "Yes?"
Verdini looked over to Zeke Foster, one of his longtime friends. He and Zeke had gotten each other started in the business. Zeke said, "Yes, we are aware of who she is. Cut to the chase. What do we do, why do we do it, and I think I speak for all when I ask, what the hell are we getting out of this?"
The man continued. "Gentlemen, you, the finest assassins available, are to formulate a plan, follow through and "execute" the plan. You are doing this for Alexi, the loser of the last Imperial Election. Ashanti was only elected because of the immense number of votes by female voters."
One of the assassins stood, walked to the door, turned to the man with a firm middle finger outstretched, and exited the room. A few seconds after the incident, a gunshot rang throughout the building. "Is there anyone else who wishes to leave?" No hands rose. "If you suceed, Twenty million Imperial Credits will be wired to the bank account of your choice, twenty million for each of you. Verdini spoke up. "Holy shit, you sure are betting alot on this. What makes you so positive that such a plan will happen flawlessly?"
"Ah, Verdini. You are one of the most talented Snipers I've ever seen. After witnessing firsthand your work on one of the past Emperors, I'm sure you will succeed. You are being issued each an S2-AM Sniper Rifle, ammunition, and all the gear you need for this. Miss Nordlund will be travelling through Elk City within a matter of days. During that time, we will formulate a plan, you will practice your shot, and we will execute the Empress. Do any of you have any ideas for a possible plan?"
Verdini spoke up once again. "Yes, Mark. Are you aware of the assassination of John F. Kennedy?" Mark thought, then responded, "80 years before many of the 20th Century nations split? Yes, I have read about that. Are you thinking we could use the Grassy Knome trick?"
The entire room burst into laughter. "Mark..." Verdini said, with a large giggle he tried with all his might to contain, "It's called the Grassy Knoll..."