18-09-2003, 21:01
Bonstock Academy
It was lunch time, the students were gathering at the luxurious lounge for their lunch. No cafeteria here, not for these student. Not for the children of wealth elite of Bonstock. Under the lounge, the kitchen was a busy hive of activity. The staff working hard putting the finishing touches on the dishes to be served; no one noticed a delivery truck backing up to the loading dock. No one would ever get a second chance to either. Just as the truck stop backing up, an explosion ripped through the building.
PCBL Hidden HQ
Political Officer Carett was look over a list of Socialist and left-leaning politicians. Whom would be the first to die, she thought. The idea of killing these watered down communist gave her much pleasure, almost more than killing capitalist. Confusing the public into believing the right-wing forces were out to create a fascist state was a great strategy, and would allow the PCBL to eliminate the competition and the capitalist at the same time.
An assistant came rushing in and dropped a report on her desk, talking fast about some attack.
Carett quickly read the report and left at once, shouting “Those stupid f**ks!”
PCBL Safe House
A joyous celebration was going on by the operational and planning cell members, their attack would surely show the government that the PCBL was not to be ignored. Then the Sandlewood Political Officer burst in such a rage.
“Who order that attack!?! Who’s responsible for this!?!” Carett demanded.
“I am, what of it,” responded the senior planner, “I was given full authority to conduct operations, and I don’t need some foreign woman officer telling me when and how!”
Less than a second later, the senior planner crash through a wood table; his sudden flight was due to Carett giving him a round house kick. Pulling himself up quickly, and he tried to protest such treatment, but found it very difficult to speak with a gun jammed in his mouth.
“You’re such an amateur,” said Carett coldly. “You’re little attack has just wiped out any sympathy that we were developing with the public, you stupid, worthless f**k!”
The senior planner never had a chance to even fully process what she had said, the back of his head was missing at the work “stupid”.
Turning to the remaining planners and operatives, “In the future, you will seek the Liberation Council authorization before carry out any mission, understood? No one had any objections to Carett’s orders.
It was lunch time, the students were gathering at the luxurious lounge for their lunch. No cafeteria here, not for these student. Not for the children of wealth elite of Bonstock. Under the lounge, the kitchen was a busy hive of activity. The staff working hard putting the finishing touches on the dishes to be served; no one noticed a delivery truck backing up to the loading dock. No one would ever get a second chance to either. Just as the truck stop backing up, an explosion ripped through the building.
PCBL Hidden HQ
Political Officer Carett was look over a list of Socialist and left-leaning politicians. Whom would be the first to die, she thought. The idea of killing these watered down communist gave her much pleasure, almost more than killing capitalist. Confusing the public into believing the right-wing forces were out to create a fascist state was a great strategy, and would allow the PCBL to eliminate the competition and the capitalist at the same time.
An assistant came rushing in and dropped a report on her desk, talking fast about some attack.
Carett quickly read the report and left at once, shouting “Those stupid f**ks!”
PCBL Safe House
A joyous celebration was going on by the operational and planning cell members, their attack would surely show the government that the PCBL was not to be ignored. Then the Sandlewood Political Officer burst in such a rage.
“Who order that attack!?! Who’s responsible for this!?!” Carett demanded.
“I am, what of it,” responded the senior planner, “I was given full authority to conduct operations, and I don’t need some foreign woman officer telling me when and how!”
Less than a second later, the senior planner crash through a wood table; his sudden flight was due to Carett giving him a round house kick. Pulling himself up quickly, and he tried to protest such treatment, but found it very difficult to speak with a gun jammed in his mouth.
“You’re such an amateur,” said Carett coldly. “You’re little attack has just wiped out any sympathy that we were developing with the public, you stupid, worthless f**k!”
The senior planner never had a chance to even fully process what she had said, the back of his head was missing at the work “stupid”.
Turning to the remaining planners and operatives, “In the future, you will seek the Liberation Council authorization before carry out any mission, understood? No one had any objections to Carett’s orders.