Buranen
18-10-2008, 15:36
The International Freedom Army (IFA) is a communist terrorist organization with operatives in many nations. They seek to end world democracy and bring about a communist world by force.
Johnson Int'l Airport.
3:47pm, 18 October 2008.
Terminal 6.
Robert Johnson walked into the large Buranen Airways aircraft, a B380. It was a first-class flight to Alexander City, the capital of Buranen. About two hundred people were aboard this flight, most from Johnson City, named after President Michael Johnson.
The bombs strapped to his body were heavy and Robert was starting to sweat, while whispering 'Unite Freedom, Unite Freedom..', the 'motto' of the IFA. This was their first attack on civillans. He sat back in his seat, smiling to himself.
The flight was twenty minutes old, about one hour from Alexander City. He would explode the bombs soon. Along with himself.
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Buranen Cargo Ship Registration Number #686886334333.
3:47pm, 18 October 2008.
The Control Centre.
Alexandria Clarke drunk the last of her wine as she stepped up. The young 21-year-old man, an ex-sailor in the Navy, steered the ship towards oblivion; a large iceberg. The bourgeise's trading would be halted by this, thanks to this ship containing large supplies of materials to be traded with other nations.
"Capitalist bastards," she thought, smiling to herself. "They won't be trading anymore."
"Five Minutes," informed the young man. "Five minutes until Spring."
Johnson Int'l Airport.
3:47pm, 18 October 2008.
Terminal 6.
Robert Johnson walked into the large Buranen Airways aircraft, a B380. It was a first-class flight to Alexander City, the capital of Buranen. About two hundred people were aboard this flight, most from Johnson City, named after President Michael Johnson.
The bombs strapped to his body were heavy and Robert was starting to sweat, while whispering 'Unite Freedom, Unite Freedom..', the 'motto' of the IFA. This was their first attack on civillans. He sat back in his seat, smiling to himself.
The flight was twenty minutes old, about one hour from Alexander City. He would explode the bombs soon. Along with himself.
*
Buranen Cargo Ship Registration Number #686886334333.
3:47pm, 18 October 2008.
The Control Centre.
Alexandria Clarke drunk the last of her wine as she stepped up. The young 21-year-old man, an ex-sailor in the Navy, steered the ship towards oblivion; a large iceberg. The bourgeise's trading would be halted by this, thanks to this ship containing large supplies of materials to be traded with other nations.
"Capitalist bastards," she thought, smiling to herself. "They won't be trading anymore."
"Five Minutes," informed the young man. "Five minutes until Spring."