03-09-2003, 05:11
The reporter looks again at the scene totally awed, and somehow must compose himself long enough to get out the report. He has seen scenes like this played out across the screen but it was always another country, never Dahib. Looking at the scattered debris, and blood stains, broken glass, and wrecked vehicles all around the scene is all to clear. Terrorism had finally found them. It all started perfectly innocent enough...a sunday morning like any other, and citizens gathered in the walking park slike so many found all around Polivar, the capital city of Dahib. Sunny day, perfect weather with a light breeze, and tons of people from all over enjoying another summer day. Then it came out of nowhere, a bomb blast large enough to turn an entire 3 city block mall to ruins. As he struggles to compose himself, he sees a ring sticking just under a piece of sheet rock on the ground. He tries to pick it up, and pulls up a severed arm, and realizes that the rest of the childs body, whats left of it, lies under the rock. He screams tries to flee, but as he looks for a direction to run, a thought comes to him...no her death will not be in vain,her story will be told. "Hello I am Brian Lockovitch, and we are at the scene of what can only be described as.....(fades).