Caealan
14-04-2005, 00:00
Explosions racked the Irish National Parliament building. Chunks of brick scattered the area, some hitting the famous cobblestone walkway up to the building, shattering both brick and stone.
The tail of an enormous Irish Military cargo plane stuck awkwardly out of the lobby entrance, which led almost directly into the Parliament chamber. Half of the huge dome collapsed, the other standing open like a cracked egg.
Fire trucks were stationed awkwardly around the building, firefighters aiming their high-powered hoses with seasoned skill. A group of blackened firefighters jogged out of the doors, carrying stretchers.
The entire secretariat council had been eliminated in the attack, except for Secretariat of Homeland Defense, killed earlier today in a brutal assassination.
If there was anyone left in the government who held power, martial law would most certainly be enacted. The problem was, no one knew who had any real official power left.
* * *
The doors of the Southern Province Republican Castle slammed open. Lasers skimmed the room, issued by the six secret Royal police. The NATO contraband in their hands shined with anticipation to shoot, to kill. The gas masks pulled tightly over their faces, the front two men switched on nightvision. The tall, thinly framed windows lining the entrance hall let light orange light flow in, engulfing the rich wooden floor.
Fireteam Aidan, veterans of the Irish Royalist Force, was one of many specially selected teams to eliminate each Prime Minister within the republic. Their determination and well-off benefactor had caused an increased amount of success lately for the reclamation of the King. The Prime Minister of Arehiah was to be left alive. For, he was to be the said monarch. It's ironic: the new king of ireland had been decided by a vote.
The team hugged the wall opposite the mullioned windows, and broke the lock on the next door. The oak door swun toward them, revealing the beautiful greenery and gaelic statues beyond. A guard turned towards the door of suspicion, squinting. He was sure he saw shapes...and investigated. Arhedyn, the only female on the team, slid along the wall to his left, braced herself, and pushed hardily off the ivy-covered wall. Her combat knife twirling between her fingers, it found a crevace between the mans lower two ribs and finished its work.
She pulled it away and the guard dropped quietly to the ground.
She pocketed his ring of keys, probably just for low-security sheds for maintenance and such, and threw him down the well in the center of the yard.
Arhedyn pointed to a large window, above the roof of the courtyard. The rest of the team nodded, and one found a gutter that would suffice as a ladder. After the fireteam were grouped up again, below the window in question, the team pulled either rifle, gas grenade, or pistol and checked their clip or pin.
"Let's move." Tob, group leader, unsheathed a contraband Desert Eagle, and with the team following his motions, he pulled a bead on the Prime minister with his thermal through the flowing celtic sheet protecting him.
A single shot echoed loudly. The bullet landed noisily on the gutter let-out. Through thermal imaging, Tob could see the man slump and slowly loose body temperature. He also noticed several large, slightly warm blobs moving in their direction from below this floor.
"We need to--" An explosion of bullets gripped the roof, hitting Tob and another fireteam member. Tobs jugular spit dark fluid angrily, and he lost consciousness. The corpse slid down the roof, whirling in the darkness and making contact with a statue.
The rest of the team rolled and turned their weapons toward the new targets. A sharp hiss sounded in the darkness, and Arhedyn loosed her SAW on the doorway where the guards were firing from. The left door, still closed, instantly shattered, followed by several screams. Another man tried to run for safety but seven bullets collected in his right calf and knee. He wouldnt use that limb again.
A faint noise of a helicopter reached Arhedyns ears, and a faint color of hope rose in her mind. The man beside her cocked his own Desert Eagle and fire four shots into another door. Liquid seeped from the crack beneath the door.
Several more minutes of defensive tactics and they would be safe. After convincing herself of the fact, the previous second-in-command fired another belt of SAW rounds through a window opposite them, then small bursts into random other openings. She then heard a high-pitched shrieking. What could that be--
Too late. The old-russian designed rocket blew her body apart. Several more hit the roof, and the team was wiped out. A flaming hole remained where they had been several minutes before.
The tail of an enormous Irish Military cargo plane stuck awkwardly out of the lobby entrance, which led almost directly into the Parliament chamber. Half of the huge dome collapsed, the other standing open like a cracked egg.
Fire trucks were stationed awkwardly around the building, firefighters aiming their high-powered hoses with seasoned skill. A group of blackened firefighters jogged out of the doors, carrying stretchers.
The entire secretariat council had been eliminated in the attack, except for Secretariat of Homeland Defense, killed earlier today in a brutal assassination.
If there was anyone left in the government who held power, martial law would most certainly be enacted. The problem was, no one knew who had any real official power left.
* * *
The doors of the Southern Province Republican Castle slammed open. Lasers skimmed the room, issued by the six secret Royal police. The NATO contraband in their hands shined with anticipation to shoot, to kill. The gas masks pulled tightly over their faces, the front two men switched on nightvision. The tall, thinly framed windows lining the entrance hall let light orange light flow in, engulfing the rich wooden floor.
Fireteam Aidan, veterans of the Irish Royalist Force, was one of many specially selected teams to eliminate each Prime Minister within the republic. Their determination and well-off benefactor had caused an increased amount of success lately for the reclamation of the King. The Prime Minister of Arehiah was to be left alive. For, he was to be the said monarch. It's ironic: the new king of ireland had been decided by a vote.
The team hugged the wall opposite the mullioned windows, and broke the lock on the next door. The oak door swun toward them, revealing the beautiful greenery and gaelic statues beyond. A guard turned towards the door of suspicion, squinting. He was sure he saw shapes...and investigated. Arhedyn, the only female on the team, slid along the wall to his left, braced herself, and pushed hardily off the ivy-covered wall. Her combat knife twirling between her fingers, it found a crevace between the mans lower two ribs and finished its work.
She pulled it away and the guard dropped quietly to the ground.
She pocketed his ring of keys, probably just for low-security sheds for maintenance and such, and threw him down the well in the center of the yard.
Arhedyn pointed to a large window, above the roof of the courtyard. The rest of the team nodded, and one found a gutter that would suffice as a ladder. After the fireteam were grouped up again, below the window in question, the team pulled either rifle, gas grenade, or pistol and checked their clip or pin.
"Let's move." Tob, group leader, unsheathed a contraband Desert Eagle, and with the team following his motions, he pulled a bead on the Prime minister with his thermal through the flowing celtic sheet protecting him.
A single shot echoed loudly. The bullet landed noisily on the gutter let-out. Through thermal imaging, Tob could see the man slump and slowly loose body temperature. He also noticed several large, slightly warm blobs moving in their direction from below this floor.
"We need to--" An explosion of bullets gripped the roof, hitting Tob and another fireteam member. Tobs jugular spit dark fluid angrily, and he lost consciousness. The corpse slid down the roof, whirling in the darkness and making contact with a statue.
The rest of the team rolled and turned their weapons toward the new targets. A sharp hiss sounded in the darkness, and Arhedyn loosed her SAW on the doorway where the guards were firing from. The left door, still closed, instantly shattered, followed by several screams. Another man tried to run for safety but seven bullets collected in his right calf and knee. He wouldnt use that limb again.
A faint noise of a helicopter reached Arhedyns ears, and a faint color of hope rose in her mind. The man beside her cocked his own Desert Eagle and fire four shots into another door. Liquid seeped from the crack beneath the door.
Several more minutes of defensive tactics and they would be safe. After convincing herself of the fact, the previous second-in-command fired another belt of SAW rounds through a window opposite them, then small bursts into random other openings. She then heard a high-pitched shrieking. What could that be--
Too late. The old-russian designed rocket blew her body apart. Several more hit the roof, and the team was wiped out. A flaming hole remained where they had been several minutes before.