Fell Hoppers
30-01-2004, 01:22
The five-car convoy carying opposition leader Steven Smithe gets off of the National Freeway in the capital Booze headed for talks with diplomats hoping to avoid the war with Phylactoros, possibly taking place in hours. As it stops at the red light, an army humvee pulls behind the car to the rear of the convoy.
"We have a bogey at six-o'clock," says the security member in the passenger seat in the last car as he looks in the rear view mirror.
As Smithe gets word of this development, a police and military road block just finished setting up twenty blocks up the road, three blocks from the National Convention Center, where the talks are to be held.
Five minutes later, the convoy pulls up near the roadblock and quickly notices the fact that all roads are blocked off with military humvees and tanks. Smithe quickly knew what was going on, whereas two minutes ago, he wondered why all the citizens and beggars were not waiting in breadlines as they normally do in the evening. The truth is that once people saw the heavy milatary presence, they know all too well that to be in another place is the best thing to do.
The firing of the rockets from the tanks takes only one minute, as several drivers manage to bail out of their cars before being shot. Smithe, on the other hand, does not manage to escape from the car, because he couldn't get out of his seatbelt. He does survive the inital blast to his car, but he knew that this was only a victory to be measured in seconds.
Thirty troops surround each car, looking for survivors, and when the solders found Smithe alive, he was instantaniously pumped with over 300 bullets, a few stray ones actually managing to it a solder, instantly killing him, too.
"We have a bogey at six-o'clock," says the security member in the passenger seat in the last car as he looks in the rear view mirror.
As Smithe gets word of this development, a police and military road block just finished setting up twenty blocks up the road, three blocks from the National Convention Center, where the talks are to be held.
Five minutes later, the convoy pulls up near the roadblock and quickly notices the fact that all roads are blocked off with military humvees and tanks. Smithe quickly knew what was going on, whereas two minutes ago, he wondered why all the citizens and beggars were not waiting in breadlines as they normally do in the evening. The truth is that once people saw the heavy milatary presence, they know all too well that to be in another place is the best thing to do.
The firing of the rockets from the tanks takes only one minute, as several drivers manage to bail out of their cars before being shot. Smithe, on the other hand, does not manage to escape from the car, because he couldn't get out of his seatbelt. He does survive the inital blast to his car, but he knew that this was only a victory to be measured in seconds.
Thirty troops surround each car, looking for survivors, and when the solders found Smithe alive, he was instantaniously pumped with over 300 bullets, a few stray ones actually managing to it a solder, instantly killing him, too.