Allanea
19-06-2004, 17:07
In the suburbs of Port-Allanea
Takeshi Kitano, the Allanean Minister of Education, was smiling as he got out of his SUV and started walking towards the entrance of his expensive home. Yet another wonderful day at work. Takeshi liked his work. A teacher since the age of 22, the 60-year-old Allanean liked nothing more than the sacred act of distributing knowledge. Yes, he believed his profession was more sacred - certainly more fulfilling - than that of a priest.
He was still thinking those pleasant thoughts as he noticed three young men approach him accross his law. They were carrying knives, and one had a baseball bat. "Go for it!", one of them screamed, and they started running towards him. Then, it seemed that the world started moving in slow-motion for him. "Probably foreigners," thought Takeshi as he caught the batter in the sights of his Teacher's Special. He squeexed the trigger, twice, and two large red stains appeared on the man's white shirt. "An Allanean thug is never that brave." Another shot, and the man fell as the .45 round hit him in the forehead. "Allanean thugs know they're going to get shot at", he thought, downing the second attacker with a perfect headshot before the first one even hit the ground. The third one tried to make a desperate jab at Kitano, but three shots overtook him and swept him off his feet like a toy soldier hit by a bowling ball. "Besides, Allaneans would be carrying real weapons" he thought.
Then, sudden pain pierced his body - the pain of a knife wound to the left kidney and the pain of realization that there was a fourth killer, waiting behind him all that time. Then there was nothing.
Takeshi Kitano, the Allanean Minister of Education, was smiling as he got out of his SUV and started walking towards the entrance of his expensive home. Yet another wonderful day at work. Takeshi liked his work. A teacher since the age of 22, the 60-year-old Allanean liked nothing more than the sacred act of distributing knowledge. Yes, he believed his profession was more sacred - certainly more fulfilling - than that of a priest.
He was still thinking those pleasant thoughts as he noticed three young men approach him accross his law. They were carrying knives, and one had a baseball bat. "Go for it!", one of them screamed, and they started running towards him. Then, it seemed that the world started moving in slow-motion for him. "Probably foreigners," thought Takeshi as he caught the batter in the sights of his Teacher's Special. He squeexed the trigger, twice, and two large red stains appeared on the man's white shirt. "An Allanean thug is never that brave." Another shot, and the man fell as the .45 round hit him in the forehead. "Allanean thugs know they're going to get shot at", he thought, downing the second attacker with a perfect headshot before the first one even hit the ground. The third one tried to make a desperate jab at Kitano, but three shots overtook him and swept him off his feet like a toy soldier hit by a bowling ball. "Besides, Allaneans would be carrying real weapons" he thought.
Then, sudden pain pierced his body - the pain of a knife wound to the left kidney and the pain of realization that there was a fourth killer, waiting behind him all that time. Then there was nothing.