On the other end of things, the second soldier had made it into the main area where innocent hostages were being kept. It was his mission to rescue the special target of interest from this impending doom and at this place was the area where the pack of terrorists were thickest. Or not.The first wave of earthquake met him as he was about to make his first move. He heard the gunshot which had triggered the terrible reaction. Instantly, he could tell that something was terribly wrong among the terrorists."Are they fighting amongst themselves? Or...?"Then he saw the scene for its true nature. Averagely dressed men fighting against well armored and well masked terrorists. It was the hostages. They were fighting back against the terrorists."You all are going to die now! You all are going to die!" He could see the leader of the terrorists, the man who had made the broadcast earlier. He was walking around in rage, his gun at firing mode. Blood could be seen staining the floor in patches

"What? What are you doing?" The monarch victim demanded as Ricardo Rodriguez quickly approached the lightly armed soldier. "Where are you taking him to? What about the rest of us?""This operation does not include any other party, I'm sorry. Orders are orders." The soldier said with no remorse in his voice. He had embarked on this mission for only one purpose, for only one objective.The people could not believe it. Why would there be a rescue mission for only one person? This was the height of unfairness and injustice. Did this mean that the live of one person was way better than the lives of a hundred others, only because he was the son of an influential family? It was the most painful thing at that moment."Mommy, are the soldiers here to save us?" A child asked their mother, pointing in the direction of the lonely soldier, a glint of hope in their voice. "Is he the only one?"The children knew not about injustice. They knew nothing about the inequalities of existence and about the

It was news o clock, and a grim shadow engulfed the entire nation as a dark revelation spread across to every corner of town. The TV had just broadcasted live, the most devastating story of the decade, or perhaps of the century. "It is with grave condolences that we announce that the London Flight which took off in Ravendale at around 19:00 yesterday, after having being hijacked by some group of armed gunmen who turned out to be members of the newly reformed Dark Society, has since been shot down by the national military after and despite what looked like a civilian takeover of the captured aircraft."Citizens of the world stared at their screens in silence, still unable to process what it was that they had witnessed live on camera. Was it their eyes playing terrible jokes on them? Or was it indeed their own military, ending the lives of people who were their brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers."What we witnessed was not an elimination of terrorists, it was an attack on our own c

President Stevenson's decision met a rock at the council. Not every single person of interest would consent to such a sensitive decision. This was not going to be just a war, but it would be a war against one of the greatest nations on earth. There was no way that would be of acceptance to the moderate politicians, especially not at a time like this when tension was high and egos were fractured."Forgive me, Mr President, but with all due respect, I do not consent to war. There are many more much logical measures that we can apply to the situation at hand. The ploy of war is a dark room we cannot just walk back from. I implore that you think about this a second time..." A congressman pointed out, terrified of the idea of a full scale conflict especially when the aggressor in question is the great nation of the King. If other nations started to declare for each side, based on the origin of this conflict, very few countries would take their side. There were citizens of other nations in

"I asked you a question, old man. Who are you?" The group of huge black suited guards stood over the frail body of Lyu. They were ready to pounce on him and send him to his death. This was a place where no ordinary person had ever dared to wander into. It was also a place that no spy or a person of particular interest had dared to invade on their own. This old man had a lot of guts, and there were going to get a lot out of him. Torture and hellish treatment was the perfect way to do this. Following the news that their own boss, Ricardo Rodriguez, being abducted by terrorists, the already brutal members of his brutal guard had only worsened in brutality. Any invader was walking into the their den now would only get what was coming for them - hell! In more ways than they could ever imagine.Lyu lay still on the floor, taking his time to account for the number of men who had him surrounded. With his eyes closed, he registered the sound of their footsteps and analysed the position of ea