Free Eagles
13-01-2005, 22:53
Outside the Central Committee Building, Pyongyang, DPRK - 07:37
General Secretary Kim Il-Sung’s official car drew up to the main entrance of the State Central Committee Building, preceded by another vehicle containing the General Secretary’s security detail. The bodyguards were out first, then the driver, who went to Kim’s door and held it open for him to get out. Kim Il-Sung, leader of the Korean Worker’s Party, stepped out of the car and stood up straight on the pavement.
Crack
The shot split the morning air. Kim Il-Sung grunted and fell to the ground. The MSS bodyguards reacted immediately, drawing their pistols and looking for the assassin. However, it was the two conscript soldiers guarding the Central Committee building that reacted fastest, putting shame to the bodyguards’ extensive training. They flipped the safety off their Chinese-made AK-47 rifles and opened fire on the assassin, an old Korean male in an army greatcoat. The old man collapsed with at least twenty bullets in his chest, his vintage Russian Mosin-Nagant rifle clattering to the ground.
The MSS agents went to their beloved protectee. However, immediate surgery and first-rate surgeons would have been no help. The assassin’s bullet had gone through Kim Il-Sung’s left eye and out the back of his head, taking most of his brains with it. He was as dead as his early political rivals, Kim Tubong and Pak Honyong.
The Democratic People’s Republic of Korea was leaderless.
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KCNA News Excerpt
Our beloved leader Kim Il-Sung has been killed.
The General Secretary was shot with a rifle on the steps of the Central Committee building, in the centre of Pyongyang. The assassin was killed in turn by the General Secretary’s Security Team, exacting revenge for his death.
Unconfirmed reports at this time state that Defence Minister Kim Li-Chung will succeed Kim Il-Sung as General-Secretary of the Korean Democratic People’s Republic.
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Main Chamber, Central Committee Building, Pyongyang - 4 hours later
“How did this happen, Comrades? Our leader assassinated right outside this building, under the very noses of the guards,” demanded interim leader Kim Li-Chung, slamming his fist on the table.
“It’s being looked into,” responded the Interior Minister quickly.
“Who was he, anyway? The assassin,” asked Kim.
“One Cho Yun-Lee. A veteran from our war with the capitalists, retired as a Master Sergeant,” announced the Interior Minister, “He lost both his sons in recent clashes with the capitalists, and his wife died two years ago, after the first son.”
“And just randomly decided to take out the fucking General Secretary, fine. How many more potential assassins are out there?”
“It’s impossible to answer that, Comrade, as you are well aware,” replied Interior.
“Very well. If you find anything, let me know, Comrade. Meeting adjourned.” Kim Li-Chung rose and left the room.”
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The office of interim General-Secretary Kim Li-Chung - immediately afterwards
Kim pressed the intercom button:
“Send in Marshal Yu and his guest,” he told his secretary.
It took a minute for his friend to arrive. Their friendship went back to the Korean War, when they were both daring young pilots, taking on the capitalists in their inferior MiG-15 fighters.
Deputy Marshal Yu Myung-Chul entered the room, a stocky Russian officer behind him.
“Congratulations on your promotion, Comrade. A pity it had to happen this way,” said Yu.
“Yes, yes. We will all mourn the passing of Kim Il-Sung,” Kim said brusquely, “And this is Lieutenant-Colonel Komanov, without whom none of this would have been possible. I must congratulate you Colonel, on your choice of shooter.”
“Thank you, Comrade. It was simply a matter of finding a North Korean with a reason to dislike Kim Il-Sung. Challenging, but not impossible,” the Russian replied.
“And you will be well compensated, for both this and the work you have offered to put in with our air force. Comrade, we are indebted to you. Comrade Yu will give you the details of your assignment,” asserted Kim. Komanov saluted and left.
“And you, my old friend, you will become Defence Minister, head of all Korean troops. A marshal. Then our rejuvenation of Korea can begin. Find Generals who will support us and put them in charge of the branches. Our military will become the pride of the nation, an elite fighting force, not a bunch of bumbling idiots,” Kim announced.
“We have the contracts ready. Should I contact the Soviets and the Chinese to propose them?” Yu asked.
“Contact the Soviets, but leave the Chinese. The changes there mean that I think our business with the Chinese is concluded indefinitely. They have become Kapitalista.” Kim shook his head.
“Our military advisors are en-route. They should be here by tonight.” Yu had assembled a multi-national team of advisors for the North Korean forces. The Russian Colonel, a Norwegian analyst, a South Korean defector, an Irish communist and, of course, himself, with his extensive knowledge of America, learned from his American education. Between them, they had widespread knowledge of all military branches, equipment and techniques. Korea would become great at last.
General Secretary Kim Il-Sung’s official car drew up to the main entrance of the State Central Committee Building, preceded by another vehicle containing the General Secretary’s security detail. The bodyguards were out first, then the driver, who went to Kim’s door and held it open for him to get out. Kim Il-Sung, leader of the Korean Worker’s Party, stepped out of the car and stood up straight on the pavement.
Crack
The shot split the morning air. Kim Il-Sung grunted and fell to the ground. The MSS bodyguards reacted immediately, drawing their pistols and looking for the assassin. However, it was the two conscript soldiers guarding the Central Committee building that reacted fastest, putting shame to the bodyguards’ extensive training. They flipped the safety off their Chinese-made AK-47 rifles and opened fire on the assassin, an old Korean male in an army greatcoat. The old man collapsed with at least twenty bullets in his chest, his vintage Russian Mosin-Nagant rifle clattering to the ground.
The MSS agents went to their beloved protectee. However, immediate surgery and first-rate surgeons would have been no help. The assassin’s bullet had gone through Kim Il-Sung’s left eye and out the back of his head, taking most of his brains with it. He was as dead as his early political rivals, Kim Tubong and Pak Honyong.
The Democratic People’s Republic of Korea was leaderless.
---
KCNA News Excerpt
Our beloved leader Kim Il-Sung has been killed.
The General Secretary was shot with a rifle on the steps of the Central Committee building, in the centre of Pyongyang. The assassin was killed in turn by the General Secretary’s Security Team, exacting revenge for his death.
Unconfirmed reports at this time state that Defence Minister Kim Li-Chung will succeed Kim Il-Sung as General-Secretary of the Korean Democratic People’s Republic.
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Main Chamber, Central Committee Building, Pyongyang - 4 hours later
“How did this happen, Comrades? Our leader assassinated right outside this building, under the very noses of the guards,” demanded interim leader Kim Li-Chung, slamming his fist on the table.
“It’s being looked into,” responded the Interior Minister quickly.
“Who was he, anyway? The assassin,” asked Kim.
“One Cho Yun-Lee. A veteran from our war with the capitalists, retired as a Master Sergeant,” announced the Interior Minister, “He lost both his sons in recent clashes with the capitalists, and his wife died two years ago, after the first son.”
“And just randomly decided to take out the fucking General Secretary, fine. How many more potential assassins are out there?”
“It’s impossible to answer that, Comrade, as you are well aware,” replied Interior.
“Very well. If you find anything, let me know, Comrade. Meeting adjourned.” Kim Li-Chung rose and left the room.”
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The office of interim General-Secretary Kim Li-Chung - immediately afterwards
Kim pressed the intercom button:
“Send in Marshal Yu and his guest,” he told his secretary.
It took a minute for his friend to arrive. Their friendship went back to the Korean War, when they were both daring young pilots, taking on the capitalists in their inferior MiG-15 fighters.
Deputy Marshal Yu Myung-Chul entered the room, a stocky Russian officer behind him.
“Congratulations on your promotion, Comrade. A pity it had to happen this way,” said Yu.
“Yes, yes. We will all mourn the passing of Kim Il-Sung,” Kim said brusquely, “And this is Lieutenant-Colonel Komanov, without whom none of this would have been possible. I must congratulate you Colonel, on your choice of shooter.”
“Thank you, Comrade. It was simply a matter of finding a North Korean with a reason to dislike Kim Il-Sung. Challenging, but not impossible,” the Russian replied.
“And you will be well compensated, for both this and the work you have offered to put in with our air force. Comrade, we are indebted to you. Comrade Yu will give you the details of your assignment,” asserted Kim. Komanov saluted and left.
“And you, my old friend, you will become Defence Minister, head of all Korean troops. A marshal. Then our rejuvenation of Korea can begin. Find Generals who will support us and put them in charge of the branches. Our military will become the pride of the nation, an elite fighting force, not a bunch of bumbling idiots,” Kim announced.
“We have the contracts ready. Should I contact the Soviets and the Chinese to propose them?” Yu asked.
“Contact the Soviets, but leave the Chinese. The changes there mean that I think our business with the Chinese is concluded indefinitely. They have become Kapitalista.” Kim shook his head.
“Our military advisors are en-route. They should be here by tonight.” Yu had assembled a multi-national team of advisors for the North Korean forces. The Russian Colonel, a Norwegian analyst, a South Korean defector, an Irish communist and, of course, himself, with his extensive knowledge of America, learned from his American education. Between them, they had widespread knowledge of all military branches, equipment and techniques. Korea would become great at last.