Dukarbana
16-01-2007, 05:37
In a small deserted building...
His breathing was heavy. The man was scared and he damn well knew it. His knee was shaking, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. However, he knew that it was his destiny to do it. It was his lifes mission to commit this act of murder. This is the day...this is the day. He climbed up the stairs, his footsteps echoing throughout the deserted halls.
Meanwhile, in a motor car...
Perez smoked a cigar while looking over reports in the back of the car. Next to him was Rico Palvarez, his deputy of the PG (Protection Group). Rico joined the party in 1917, when it was just a band of people in a catina. He was member #13 and was personally loyal to Domingo Perez. While he was in the party, he refused to join the ranks of the Blue Shirts, the party's action arm. The meaning for his choice was the fact that the Blue Shirts were full of hot-headed young adults wanting to pick a fight and most of these kids were either unemployed or in the lower class of society. There was also a significant numbers of homsexuals and criminals in the BS. With that in mind, he discussed with Perez the need for a personal organization that was loyal to Perez and his heir only. With Perez's approval, Rico established the PG in 1926. The PG used different ranks than the army, and they had special duties in the Empire. Ever since, Rico protected Perez with extreme success.
...At the window..
He layed there in position, looking through the scope of his Mauser. The car was pulling around the corner of the street and it was a matter of time before he will get a clear shot of the devil. He knew Perez was incompetent to run the nation and only his people were able to run it. It was time to take this baffoon out of office. Slowly, he slipped his finger down to the trigger, and counted to himself to fire..."10....9.....8...7....6.....5.....4....3...."
...Car again
Perez wasn't aware of it, but Rico was. He saw the scope gleaming in the sun. That only meant one thing, Perez was going to be dead soon. As soon as he saw the light, he pushed Perez out of the line of fire.
BANG!!!!!.........................
...In the car
He didn't know what happended. He was shoved out of the way by Rico and hit his head against the car door. The next thing he knew, he had brain tissue and blood on his face. Domingo Perez was shocked in the eyes, but his instincts took over. He drew out his Luger and started firing at the flash of a sniper. The 4 other guards opended fire with their G98 rifles at the sniper and the man fell from the 4 story building. In a instant, the assassin was dead. Dropping the pistol, Perez sat back into the car, his eyes big and twitching. Even when he whiped his face off, he still felt the feeling of blood and brain on his face. This he will never forget....never.
"Get my ass over to the EM....now" he hissed over at the driver.
"Uhh yes sir" whimpered the white kid and he drove the Imperial Protector to the Executive Mansion.
"Whoever sent him will think twice of double crossing me. I'll make sure his blood runs white and his head is stuck on a plague on my wall!" Perez slammed his fist on the top of the car door, tempting the driver to go faster. Yes....a river of blood shall be payed...I will make sure of that!
His breathing was heavy. The man was scared and he damn well knew it. His knee was shaking, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. However, he knew that it was his destiny to do it. It was his lifes mission to commit this act of murder. This is the day...this is the day. He climbed up the stairs, his footsteps echoing throughout the deserted halls.
Meanwhile, in a motor car...
Perez smoked a cigar while looking over reports in the back of the car. Next to him was Rico Palvarez, his deputy of the PG (Protection Group). Rico joined the party in 1917, when it was just a band of people in a catina. He was member #13 and was personally loyal to Domingo Perez. While he was in the party, he refused to join the ranks of the Blue Shirts, the party's action arm. The meaning for his choice was the fact that the Blue Shirts were full of hot-headed young adults wanting to pick a fight and most of these kids were either unemployed or in the lower class of society. There was also a significant numbers of homsexuals and criminals in the BS. With that in mind, he discussed with Perez the need for a personal organization that was loyal to Perez and his heir only. With Perez's approval, Rico established the PG in 1926. The PG used different ranks than the army, and they had special duties in the Empire. Ever since, Rico protected Perez with extreme success.
...At the window..
He layed there in position, looking through the scope of his Mauser. The car was pulling around the corner of the street and it was a matter of time before he will get a clear shot of the devil. He knew Perez was incompetent to run the nation and only his people were able to run it. It was time to take this baffoon out of office. Slowly, he slipped his finger down to the trigger, and counted to himself to fire..."10....9.....8...7....6.....5.....4....3...."
...Car again
Perez wasn't aware of it, but Rico was. He saw the scope gleaming in the sun. That only meant one thing, Perez was going to be dead soon. As soon as he saw the light, he pushed Perez out of the line of fire.
BANG!!!!!.........................
...In the car
He didn't know what happended. He was shoved out of the way by Rico and hit his head against the car door. The next thing he knew, he had brain tissue and blood on his face. Domingo Perez was shocked in the eyes, but his instincts took over. He drew out his Luger and started firing at the flash of a sniper. The 4 other guards opended fire with their G98 rifles at the sniper and the man fell from the 4 story building. In a instant, the assassin was dead. Dropping the pistol, Perez sat back into the car, his eyes big and twitching. Even when he whiped his face off, he still felt the feeling of blood and brain on his face. This he will never forget....never.
"Get my ass over to the EM....now" he hissed over at the driver.
"Uhh yes sir" whimpered the white kid and he drove the Imperial Protector to the Executive Mansion.
"Whoever sent him will think twice of double crossing me. I'll make sure his blood runs white and his head is stuck on a plague on my wall!" Perez slammed his fist on the top of the car door, tempting the driver to go faster. Yes....a river of blood shall be payed...I will make sure of that!