The Great Britian
28-03-2007, 20:29
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
But it was useless; all Diana could hear was a ringing. A few moments ago she was filming a news story about the zero tolerance policy on immigration and the rising tide of violence within the slums, now she was stunned at what she had just witnessed. Another bomb had gone off on the countries largest island and torn through a busy lunchtime restaurant.
The piercing screams of the dead and dying filled the air along with the wail of car alarms and sirens. as the dust settled the devastation became clear, the bomb had decimated the restaurant and through debris across the street damaging neighbouring buildings and parked cars. Who had done it this time? The IRF, or one of the many other organisations apposed to the way the government treated immigrants? One thing was clear, the violence had left the slums, and filled the people of Great Britain with a new sense of fear. They knew now that these terrorist cells did exist, and the governments propaganda machine would have to work double time to cover this up.
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"Do we know who did it this time?" asked police Commander Vikcery.
"Yes sir, its the IRF" an intelligence officer quickly replied.
"This isn’t good, before it was just a few of them rioting in he slums as we plucked a few hundred immigrants up and sent them off to the detention camps to sort themselves out. But now its fire bombings of checkpoints into he slums and bombings in the major cities"
The new hard line policy on immigration hadn’t gone down well with a few people. The Governments stance was tough but fair, close the borders and round up all the immigrants, put all the immigrants in the ghost cities and put big walls around them and call them detention camps. let them live amongst themselves and make it look like the government was doing right by them. Anyone who harboured them would be treated as enemies of the state and publicly executed.
The IRF, immigrants rights force, was made up of the families of people who had been executed and a few punks and anarchists, any teenager they could find and brain wash to riot in he streets. But now things had changed, somebody form outside the country was getting these amateurs organised into a real threat, a terrorist cell with bombs and weapons and tactics to match.
Now they had become a real threat to the stability of the country and the governments influence of the people. Now it was time for the government to crack down harder then it had done before, introduce a curfew and close entrance to the major cities from the slums.
But most of all, they needed to find out who was organising them.
But it was useless; all Diana could hear was a ringing. A few moments ago she was filming a news story about the zero tolerance policy on immigration and the rising tide of violence within the slums, now she was stunned at what she had just witnessed. Another bomb had gone off on the countries largest island and torn through a busy lunchtime restaurant.
The piercing screams of the dead and dying filled the air along with the wail of car alarms and sirens. as the dust settled the devastation became clear, the bomb had decimated the restaurant and through debris across the street damaging neighbouring buildings and parked cars. Who had done it this time? The IRF, or one of the many other organisations apposed to the way the government treated immigrants? One thing was clear, the violence had left the slums, and filled the people of Great Britain with a new sense of fear. They knew now that these terrorist cells did exist, and the governments propaganda machine would have to work double time to cover this up.
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"Do we know who did it this time?" asked police Commander Vikcery.
"Yes sir, its the IRF" an intelligence officer quickly replied.
"This isn’t good, before it was just a few of them rioting in he slums as we plucked a few hundred immigrants up and sent them off to the detention camps to sort themselves out. But now its fire bombings of checkpoints into he slums and bombings in the major cities"
The new hard line policy on immigration hadn’t gone down well with a few people. The Governments stance was tough but fair, close the borders and round up all the immigrants, put all the immigrants in the ghost cities and put big walls around them and call them detention camps. let them live amongst themselves and make it look like the government was doing right by them. Anyone who harboured them would be treated as enemies of the state and publicly executed.
The IRF, immigrants rights force, was made up of the families of people who had been executed and a few punks and anarchists, any teenager they could find and brain wash to riot in he streets. But now things had changed, somebody form outside the country was getting these amateurs organised into a real threat, a terrorist cell with bombs and weapons and tactics to match.
Now they had become a real threat to the stability of the country and the governments influence of the people. Now it was time for the government to crack down harder then it had done before, introduce a curfew and close entrance to the major cities from the slums.
But most of all, they needed to find out who was organising them.