NationStates Jolt Archive

The day was Sunday June 7th. The air couldn't be cleaner, and the sky couldn't be more clear. The day was almost perfect. Almost. Captain Jacob Marley, of the 7th Snake Platoon, was set out on a deadly mission. Traveling in his 18-wheeler truck, Marley was carrying tons of Heavy Fuel oil...

Lance Corporal Albert Haynes looked up from his small post alongside Route1 and watched the cars and trucks alike zoom by him. There was something that caught his eye. It was a huge, lumbering 18-wheeler truck. Although there was nothing unusual about it, for some reason it was suspicious to him. That was when all hell broke loose.

The 18-wheeler truck rapidly picked up speed and demolished the fragile cars in front of it. Honking its horn loudly, Marley saw a Highway Patrolsman. Marley's passenger, Rick O'Neill took out an M4 Carbine and fired 3 quick, shots at the Patrolsman. The truck proceeded, horns blaring, towards their destination...The Route1 fuel depot...

The small command post, situated outside of the Route1 Fuel Depot, consisting of five MP's, was not prepared for what was about to happen. As one of the MP's stepped outside, he saw, to his horror a huge, ominious, truck about to ram into the depot.

"O god! What the hell is it doing?"

As the MP's scrambled for their lives, the truck reached its destination...As the truck crashed into the depot, along with the Heavy Fuel Oil, there was an instantaneous explosion. The result was unbearable. Not only did the MP's and the truck passenger/driver perish but so did a countless number of vehicle communting on Route1...

As the explosion continued, a shadow jumped out of one of the many alleyways of Route1. His name: Bane Warner. His mission: To kill the chief engineer *President*. Bane quickly walked towards the capital of Route1 as he loaded his Glock 17 under his large trench coat. As he pushed open the doors, there was a hectic commotion about the fuel depot. This is what he was hoping for. Walking in undetected, Bane slid into one of the Presidental Rooms trying to remember where he is. He had done this countless times in training, he could not mess up this time. Remembering where he was, Bane strode right up to the President's Chamber. Of course, there were 2 Route1 Guards.

"What are you doing here?" boomed the deep commanding voice of one of the guards.

"He shouldn't be here. Get out or we will report securi-" the other man's voice was cut short by the pang of Bane's Glock 17.

The other guard, watching his comrade fall, was utterly puzzled. "What the-"

He too was shot and his lifeless heap slumped to the ground...

The Chief Engineer, wearing his old reading glasses, looked up from his papers as someone knocked on his door...

"Yes. Come in."

Bane kicked the door open and aimed the Glock 17's crosshairs at the Chief Engineer's forehead...

"Goodby-" Before Bane could finish his word, an alarm blared in the distance...

"2 guards are dead! There is an assassin. All available units get to the Chief Engineer!"

"Shit" muttered Bane. "I have to finish right here."

"Wait! Plea-" the ring of the Glock 17 panged out in the air as the Chief Engineer's head exploded like a pumpkin, bits of bloody flesh and bone cascading on Bane...