Herastall
25-04-2007, 19:05
West Island of Herastall, Capital City Baperth
Thomas sat at the window 74 stories up from the ground. The temperature was high, especially in the store room that he sat in. Behind him was a janitor of the company building that Thomas had broken into. Next to the janitor was a policeman. Both the janitor and the policeman were tied up, with masking tape over their mouths. The policeman was bleeding heavily from his left arm. Thomas had shot him once the janitor had opened the floor elevator to him. A perfect shot, it burst the artery at his elbow.
Thomas was listening to President Hungda’s speech. Thomas scoffed. Hungda was no President, he was a dictator. And Thomas, along with a few others, was a freedom fighter. Democracy was the key. And they were the Democrat Warriors. Thomas was proud, as he picked up his sniper rifle. The speech was ending, and Thomas had been giving specific orders to shoot Hungda just as the crowd chanted in unison ‘Long Live President Hungda.’ Thomas felt he would be able to shoot Hungda’s brothers as well, but that wasn’t his job. There were other snipers to take out the family members so that there was no one to take over as President. Then there would be chaos, a rebellion, in which the Democratic Warriors would take over and make their nation The United Islands Of Herastall once more.
Thomas put his eye to the aimer, and his finger on the trigger. Hungda was finishing off.
‘We will make Herastall more powerful…’
Thomas took aim at Hungda’s forehead.
‘…militarily and educationally…’
A bead of sweat began to drip from Thomas’ forehead.
‘…for the greater good! Long live you all!’
This was it.
‘Long live President –‘
Pfft.
President Hungda dropped. The crowd screamed as security and police went wild. They jumped on Hungda and his brothers taking them to the ground. Thomas saw Jeremy Hungda get shot in the chest. It looked like it got him in the heart. A few police and security had been shot aswell, as 50 odd security men jumped onto the bodies, dead or alive. The police took out their guns and were firing everywhere. The crowd were trying to run away, as any civilian carrying a weapon (which is a lot of them) was shot down by the police. Suddenly some of the civilians began firing on the police. They were not Democratic Warriors, just terrified men.
Thomas put his gun away, and took out a standard military knife. The janitor was staring at Thomas, his eyes huge with fear and shock.
“Your President is dead.” Thomas said coldly. He then pushed the janitors head backwards and sliced his throat down and across. He did the same to the policeman.
Channel 12 News Station Breaking Report
“As you can see a riot is breaking out between civilians, police and the armed forces!” The news reporter shouted at the camera. There were people around her running, screaming, being shot at. “Just at the end of his speech President Hungda dropped down. We are unsure what happened, but it seems likely that he was shot. His oldest brother, and heir to the Presidency, Jeremy Hungda, appeared to be bleeding as well. No one is entirely sure of what is going on. Hang on, stay with me a second … Yes I can confirm that President Hungda has been assassinated! His brother appears to be in critical condition and requires medical attention. This is an unbelievable sight; people around me are falling as I speak. The military and police appear to have lost control of this situation, and are know firing on anyone who turns their back on them. We have no idea what is going to happen next, this situation is -”
The reporter was cut off by an explosion from behind her. The stage on which President Hungda and his family had been on was now being bombed. Also the areas around it, and the vehicles in the car park. Explosions everywhere. More chaos. More screaming. More dead.
A van came screaming down the road towards the barricade. It reached the fence, and exploded. More blood. Military were now rushing into the buildings from which the Democratic Warriors with rocket launchers were firing from. That didn’t stop them from firing though. It was a disgusting sight. A regrettable day in the history of Herastall, but possibly a vital one.
A limo started screeching its tires and was speeding down the road, hitting any civilian to get in its way. The family members must have been in that limo, and it was the job of the Democratic Warriors to stop it getting away. Two more black vans came screeching down for a head on collision with the limo. The vans weren’t far away when the limo screeched and did a sharp 90° turn. From the front window a bodyguard threw a grenade, and the limo screeched forward to the junction. The grenade bounced off one of the vans tyres, and just in between the two vans, it exploded. Both vans went spinning to the sides, and then they both went up in a a ball of flame. The limo was out of the battlefield within twenty seconds.
“Jamie, the limo got away.” Thomas whispered into the mobile. He had locked himself in a closet inside the same building from which he shot Hungda.
“I saw on the television, how did you know?”
“Heard on the policeman’s radio” He had taken the radio from the policeman whos throat he sliced. “Do we have a back-up plan?”
“Of course we have a back-up plan! Hungda and Jeremy are dead. There are only the two younger brothers. They won’t pose a problem.”
“You better be right. This cannot fall apart.”
“Trust me. It might even be easier this way if we have someone to negotiate.”
“Do you really think they will negotiate with the men responsible for the deaths of their brothers?”
Jamie took a bite from his apple, and threw it into the bin. He was sitting in his private office on the North Island of Herastall. The Law & Order Island. Jamie Yeller – Minister of Defence, Herastall.
“They will negotiate if they want to live. I have to go, if I am away too long people will be suspicious. The brothers should be here in about an hour, and I will have to attend the briefing with them. I’ll be in contact.” With that he hung up the phone. Put his fingers to his eyebrows, and rubbed them gently. The plan was in motion. It was up to his men to do what they had to do.
Channel 3 News Alert. South Island Of Herastall Broadcast Station
“The terrorist attack hasn’t been answered to by any group or organization as of yet. Approximately twenty-five minutes ago President Hungda and his brother Jeremy Hungda were assassinated after a speech by President Hungda. A riot broke out, and the military and police began shooting on civilians. It appears while this was happening, bombs, or rockets, were fired from nearby buildings onto the street and stage. A van also crashed into the barrier and exploded, killing more. A limo escaped the scene, which we believe had Harry and Bill Hungda, President Hungda’s younger brothers, in the back. Many arrests have been made, and an approximate death count is currently in the 600’s and rising. This story is definitely not over, as we wait for more information, and a possible response from a terrorist organization claiming responsibility for this.”
Thomas sat at the window 74 stories up from the ground. The temperature was high, especially in the store room that he sat in. Behind him was a janitor of the company building that Thomas had broken into. Next to the janitor was a policeman. Both the janitor and the policeman were tied up, with masking tape over their mouths. The policeman was bleeding heavily from his left arm. Thomas had shot him once the janitor had opened the floor elevator to him. A perfect shot, it burst the artery at his elbow.
Thomas was listening to President Hungda’s speech. Thomas scoffed. Hungda was no President, he was a dictator. And Thomas, along with a few others, was a freedom fighter. Democracy was the key. And they were the Democrat Warriors. Thomas was proud, as he picked up his sniper rifle. The speech was ending, and Thomas had been giving specific orders to shoot Hungda just as the crowd chanted in unison ‘Long Live President Hungda.’ Thomas felt he would be able to shoot Hungda’s brothers as well, but that wasn’t his job. There were other snipers to take out the family members so that there was no one to take over as President. Then there would be chaos, a rebellion, in which the Democratic Warriors would take over and make their nation The United Islands Of Herastall once more.
Thomas put his eye to the aimer, and his finger on the trigger. Hungda was finishing off.
‘We will make Herastall more powerful…’
Thomas took aim at Hungda’s forehead.
‘…militarily and educationally…’
A bead of sweat began to drip from Thomas’ forehead.
‘…for the greater good! Long live you all!’
This was it.
‘Long live President –‘
Pfft.
President Hungda dropped. The crowd screamed as security and police went wild. They jumped on Hungda and his brothers taking them to the ground. Thomas saw Jeremy Hungda get shot in the chest. It looked like it got him in the heart. A few police and security had been shot aswell, as 50 odd security men jumped onto the bodies, dead or alive. The police took out their guns and were firing everywhere. The crowd were trying to run away, as any civilian carrying a weapon (which is a lot of them) was shot down by the police. Suddenly some of the civilians began firing on the police. They were not Democratic Warriors, just terrified men.
Thomas put his gun away, and took out a standard military knife. The janitor was staring at Thomas, his eyes huge with fear and shock.
“Your President is dead.” Thomas said coldly. He then pushed the janitors head backwards and sliced his throat down and across. He did the same to the policeman.
Channel 12 News Station Breaking Report
“As you can see a riot is breaking out between civilians, police and the armed forces!” The news reporter shouted at the camera. There were people around her running, screaming, being shot at. “Just at the end of his speech President Hungda dropped down. We are unsure what happened, but it seems likely that he was shot. His oldest brother, and heir to the Presidency, Jeremy Hungda, appeared to be bleeding as well. No one is entirely sure of what is going on. Hang on, stay with me a second … Yes I can confirm that President Hungda has been assassinated! His brother appears to be in critical condition and requires medical attention. This is an unbelievable sight; people around me are falling as I speak. The military and police appear to have lost control of this situation, and are know firing on anyone who turns their back on them. We have no idea what is going to happen next, this situation is -”
The reporter was cut off by an explosion from behind her. The stage on which President Hungda and his family had been on was now being bombed. Also the areas around it, and the vehicles in the car park. Explosions everywhere. More chaos. More screaming. More dead.
A van came screaming down the road towards the barricade. It reached the fence, and exploded. More blood. Military were now rushing into the buildings from which the Democratic Warriors with rocket launchers were firing from. That didn’t stop them from firing though. It was a disgusting sight. A regrettable day in the history of Herastall, but possibly a vital one.
A limo started screeching its tires and was speeding down the road, hitting any civilian to get in its way. The family members must have been in that limo, and it was the job of the Democratic Warriors to stop it getting away. Two more black vans came screeching down for a head on collision with the limo. The vans weren’t far away when the limo screeched and did a sharp 90° turn. From the front window a bodyguard threw a grenade, and the limo screeched forward to the junction. The grenade bounced off one of the vans tyres, and just in between the two vans, it exploded. Both vans went spinning to the sides, and then they both went up in a a ball of flame. The limo was out of the battlefield within twenty seconds.
“Jamie, the limo got away.” Thomas whispered into the mobile. He had locked himself in a closet inside the same building from which he shot Hungda.
“I saw on the television, how did you know?”
“Heard on the policeman’s radio” He had taken the radio from the policeman whos throat he sliced. “Do we have a back-up plan?”
“Of course we have a back-up plan! Hungda and Jeremy are dead. There are only the two younger brothers. They won’t pose a problem.”
“You better be right. This cannot fall apart.”
“Trust me. It might even be easier this way if we have someone to negotiate.”
“Do you really think they will negotiate with the men responsible for the deaths of their brothers?”
Jamie took a bite from his apple, and threw it into the bin. He was sitting in his private office on the North Island of Herastall. The Law & Order Island. Jamie Yeller – Minister of Defence, Herastall.
“They will negotiate if they want to live. I have to go, if I am away too long people will be suspicious. The brothers should be here in about an hour, and I will have to attend the briefing with them. I’ll be in contact.” With that he hung up the phone. Put his fingers to his eyebrows, and rubbed them gently. The plan was in motion. It was up to his men to do what they had to do.
Channel 3 News Alert. South Island Of Herastall Broadcast Station
“The terrorist attack hasn’t been answered to by any group or organization as of yet. Approximately twenty-five minutes ago President Hungda and his brother Jeremy Hungda were assassinated after a speech by President Hungda. A riot broke out, and the military and police began shooting on civilians. It appears while this was happening, bombs, or rockets, were fired from nearby buildings onto the street and stage. A van also crashed into the barrier and exploded, killing more. A limo escaped the scene, which we believe had Harry and Bill Hungda, President Hungda’s younger brothers, in the back. Many arrests have been made, and an approximate death count is currently in the 600’s and rising. This story is definitely not over, as we wait for more information, and a possible response from a terrorist organization claiming responsibility for this.”