Aleard
01-04-2007, 12:10
The cameras outside of the Presidential Quarter Division were in themselves putting pressure on President Thomson. He had not wanted to wake up to this. For the first time, the security services had screwed up. They had screwed up big time.
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The Night Before, Outside Hotel De La Grande
The black sedan pulled up outside the hotel, and two men emerged. The first was dressed in blue jeans, a shirt and dark sunglasses. The other was in blue jeans also, with a brown leather jacket which had been well worn. They walked through the revolving doors of the hotel. A half asleep receptionist awoke suddenly with a smile on her face, as the man with the blue jeans pulled out a wallet and flashed the small piece of gold inside. The receptionist didnt catch a glimpse of it, besides the shimmer in the light, but she had seen enough cop films to believe it.
The man asked where he could find Daynel Groves. She gave him the key to the room, number 206.
In the lift the two men prepped themselves. They pulled out pistols and readied them, put glasses away and removed leather jackets. "Nice and quick, Johnny."
"Lets do this!"
The two men emerged from the lift and proceeded to room 206. Johnny, the man who had worn the glasses, rapped his knuckles on the door. The other man, Silvester "Silvie" Taunt, backed up against the wall with a pistol drawn and held down by his waist, something the receptionist wouldnt have seen in her film, as was the fakeness of Aleardian films.
A man, about 5"6, a political type, opened the door wearily. "Hello. Im from the cleaning department of the hotel. We have received a number of complaints about the quality of cleaning in bathrooms by the cleaner that services this room. I was wondering if I could look quickly?"
"Erm.. Yeah.. I guess. Come in."
Johnny entered the room, and Daynel Johns, the well known boisterous senior civil servant, looked outside again and closed the door. He turned to find Johnny's pistol in his face. "Stay quiet, and you might live. Go lay on the bed, and put your hands in the air, straight up." He walked towards the bed, and Johnny stepped to open the door, allowing Silvie inside.
"What do you want from me?"
"Answers."
"To what questions?" Daynel looked confused.
"Who are we?" Johnny was quite calm about it all.
"How would I know? Ive never seen you.."
"Good answer. Who are we really?" Silvie demanded an answer as he drew his pistol out and aimed it straight to Daynels head. The cold metal on his temple was enough to make him blurt out an answer in terror.
"Probably secret service. Working for government." Silvie cocked the gun. Daynel was panicked and burst into tears. "Oh, god no. I have kids. A wife. A family."
"Why are we here?"
"I criticise too much knowing me."
"That was a criticism."
"No, it.."
"Shut up." Silvie spoke in a quiet shout.
"I wasnt."
"Shut up already."
"I, I.." Silvie places the pillow over his head and fired three bullets into his head. Coupled with the silencer, nobody would have heard anything. The two men covered their tracks, left the room and walked through the reception calmy. Security cameras tracked their path into the room, the weapons, and the spot of blood left behind by Silvie when he had dropped his gun on the way out of the room.
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President Thomson was clearly behind this, a critic of the government as harsh and true as Daynel Johns couldnt live. He was one of three who had suffered this fate. He was the last. The last of the communist minority opposition.
How did Thomson get himself out of this mess?
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The Night Before, Outside Hotel De La Grande
The black sedan pulled up outside the hotel, and two men emerged. The first was dressed in blue jeans, a shirt and dark sunglasses. The other was in blue jeans also, with a brown leather jacket which had been well worn. They walked through the revolving doors of the hotel. A half asleep receptionist awoke suddenly with a smile on her face, as the man with the blue jeans pulled out a wallet and flashed the small piece of gold inside. The receptionist didnt catch a glimpse of it, besides the shimmer in the light, but she had seen enough cop films to believe it.
The man asked where he could find Daynel Groves. She gave him the key to the room, number 206.
In the lift the two men prepped themselves. They pulled out pistols and readied them, put glasses away and removed leather jackets. "Nice and quick, Johnny."
"Lets do this!"
The two men emerged from the lift and proceeded to room 206. Johnny, the man who had worn the glasses, rapped his knuckles on the door. The other man, Silvester "Silvie" Taunt, backed up against the wall with a pistol drawn and held down by his waist, something the receptionist wouldnt have seen in her film, as was the fakeness of Aleardian films.
A man, about 5"6, a political type, opened the door wearily. "Hello. Im from the cleaning department of the hotel. We have received a number of complaints about the quality of cleaning in bathrooms by the cleaner that services this room. I was wondering if I could look quickly?"
"Erm.. Yeah.. I guess. Come in."
Johnny entered the room, and Daynel Johns, the well known boisterous senior civil servant, looked outside again and closed the door. He turned to find Johnny's pistol in his face. "Stay quiet, and you might live. Go lay on the bed, and put your hands in the air, straight up." He walked towards the bed, and Johnny stepped to open the door, allowing Silvie inside.
"What do you want from me?"
"Answers."
"To what questions?" Daynel looked confused.
"Who are we?" Johnny was quite calm about it all.
"How would I know? Ive never seen you.."
"Good answer. Who are we really?" Silvie demanded an answer as he drew his pistol out and aimed it straight to Daynels head. The cold metal on his temple was enough to make him blurt out an answer in terror.
"Probably secret service. Working for government." Silvie cocked the gun. Daynel was panicked and burst into tears. "Oh, god no. I have kids. A wife. A family."
"Why are we here?"
"I criticise too much knowing me."
"That was a criticism."
"No, it.."
"Shut up." Silvie spoke in a quiet shout.
"I wasnt."
"Shut up already."
"I, I.." Silvie places the pillow over his head and fired three bullets into his head. Coupled with the silencer, nobody would have heard anything. The two men covered their tracks, left the room and walked through the reception calmy. Security cameras tracked their path into the room, the weapons, and the spot of blood left behind by Silvie when he had dropped his gun on the way out of the room.
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President Thomson was clearly behind this, a critic of the government as harsh and true as Daynel Johns couldnt live. He was one of three who had suffered this fate. He was the last. The last of the communist minority opposition.
How did Thomson get himself out of this mess?