Balkan Republic
08-08-2004, 13:46
It was a busy day in the streets of Kosovo, and people were enjoying the peaceful life in the Balkan Republic. In one area of the bussling city, two men were walking down the street, despite the climate, wearing large trenchcoats. Picking up their pace, they had direct instructions to complete their mission, and meet at the renverous point in the western sectors. Nearing their target, the two men paused just up the street.
Turning to the other, one of the men gave instructions;
"This will be the first of many ok, so we cant stuff this one up. This has to be an example to all others in future, so we must, at all costs be highly efficient. We get in, and we get out, meeting up at point B that I showed you earlier at the map. Once we get there, we catch a taxi, and head to the meeting point. Understood?"
The other man nodded without saying a word, and both men paused to catch a breath before beginning. Looking at each other, they turned and walked at a brisk pace toward the crowded cafe down the road. Reaching just a few meters, they opened the door and entered. Looking around, they could tell that many people were of the Serb variety. Smiling, they reached into their coats, and pulled out very large machine guns. People inside the cafe turned and one man yelled out in horror.
As the men opened fire upon the crowded cafe, the entire shop was filled with the spray of bullets, and shrapnel from the damage caused by the bullets themselves. People dove to the ground for cover, but many were shot dead immediatly, even before they could react.
Several seconds later, the firing stopped as the cafe now fell silent, the bodies of those dead and wounded on the now blood stained floor. In the background, the sound of a baby crying now resided where happy consumerism was underway just seconds before. On of the men frowned, and found the source of the baby's cry. On the floor, a baby in its dead mothers arms, perhaps only a few weeks old lay there crying, unable to help itself. Recognising the Serbian characteristics, the man smiled, and fired a quick bullet into the baby's skull. Now the room was silent.
Turning around, both men left the death-filled cafe, and ran down the road in seperate directions, dissapearing into the unknowing Balkan society. Just a few minutes later, the shooting would be reported on the nations largest news channels.
Turning to the other, one of the men gave instructions;
"This will be the first of many ok, so we cant stuff this one up. This has to be an example to all others in future, so we must, at all costs be highly efficient. We get in, and we get out, meeting up at point B that I showed you earlier at the map. Once we get there, we catch a taxi, and head to the meeting point. Understood?"
The other man nodded without saying a word, and both men paused to catch a breath before beginning. Looking at each other, they turned and walked at a brisk pace toward the crowded cafe down the road. Reaching just a few meters, they opened the door and entered. Looking around, they could tell that many people were of the Serb variety. Smiling, they reached into their coats, and pulled out very large machine guns. People inside the cafe turned and one man yelled out in horror.
As the men opened fire upon the crowded cafe, the entire shop was filled with the spray of bullets, and shrapnel from the damage caused by the bullets themselves. People dove to the ground for cover, but many were shot dead immediatly, even before they could react.
Several seconds later, the firing stopped as the cafe now fell silent, the bodies of those dead and wounded on the now blood stained floor. In the background, the sound of a baby crying now resided where happy consumerism was underway just seconds before. On of the men frowned, and found the source of the baby's cry. On the floor, a baby in its dead mothers arms, perhaps only a few weeks old lay there crying, unable to help itself. Recognising the Serbian characteristics, the man smiled, and fired a quick bullet into the baby's skull. Now the room was silent.
Turning around, both men left the death-filled cafe, and ran down the road in seperate directions, dissapearing into the unknowing Balkan society. Just a few minutes later, the shooting would be reported on the nations largest news channels.