NationStates Jolt Archive

General Chris Zeek hated the posh unifrom he had been forced to wear. But, he thought he needed to impress the King when he arrives. He had organised a troop display to display how the Defence budget was being spent and, hopefully, to increase it.

"PLATOON A TAKE YOUR POISTIONS! PLATOON B GET READY!" He ordered. He needed to be ready. A bead of sweat slivered down his forehead.

A man in military uniform approached. " Sir, They are here"

"Very good Private"

OOC: Any is welcome to arrive as ambassadors from their nations, to watch the display.

The King rose from the limo provided and smelled the sweet autumn air. He proceeded forward with his armed bodyguards to his plush chair in the center of a row of seats where you could see the display.

"I have been placing alot of money on the defence budget General, this better be worth it" The King spoke majestically

"I'm sure it will be, very sure your majesty" The General spoke.

"Good" The King replied.

It had been easy for the small armed group of people to enter. A quick chop through fence with wirecutters had been enough. They crawled forward expertly and stealthily. One man stood out from the others, he had a golden triangle on the black army uniforms they were all wearing. He watched the exchange of words between the King and the General with interest. But he knew what his job was.

Kill both of them.