silver 2039
Apr 15, 2004, 07:05 PM
Delhi India:
“ I quiver with delight at seeing you again.” Gandhi said in a flat monotone voice.
Lincoln stared at his face trying to read his features. Gandhi smiled inwardly he would find nothing there Gandhi had what the Americans called a poker face.
Dammed capitalist term if there ever was one thought Gandhi. “ Please sit down.” He said motioning toward a chair. Lincoln nodded and sat. “ As you know the American people are growing rather restless, they want exotic goods that you can provide me with.”
“ Is that so? Well I would be most overjoyed to provide the American bast… err people with these goods.” he said smoothly.
“ Thank you, we would like some fine silk, spices, and incense we are willing to pay quite well.”
Gandhi lifted an eyebrow “ How well?”
“ Oh let’s say 200 gold up front and a sum of 100 gold a year every year for the next twenty years.”
Outwardly Gandhi showed no expression but inwardly his stomach did flip-flops. That was a massive amount.
“ The People’s Republic of India will agree to this deal.”
Lincoln stood up “ Well that concludes our business for now.” He extended his arm
“ Yes it dose.” said Gandhi shaking his hand
“ Good Day Gandhi.”
“ Good Day Lincoln”
Washington D.C.:
Lincoln’s plane touched down on the runway. As he disembarked he turned to his aide.
“ I want to be informed the minute the shipments of luxuries arrive.”
“ Yes sir.” She nodded
“ God dammit it fells like a god damn oven here.” He said taking his jacket off “ snowing in Delhi and roasting here one hell of strange weather.”
He handed his jacket to his aide and started toward his car.
A shot rang out. The bullet ripped through his head. Blood and brains sprayed everywhere. He collapsed to the ground. The President of America was dead.
White House:
Hundreds of people gathered in front of the White House demanding vengeance. Their shouts could be heard all the way in the Oval Office where the former Vice-President and current President sat. Theodore Roosevelt. The guards at the front gate were struggling to restrain the mob. Lincoln had been a much beloved President and his assassination had sparked rage throughout the country. Roosevelt turned to the Director of the CIA George Tenant.
“ Do we know who did it?’
Tenant shook his head “ The assassin fired from the roof top using a sniper rifle and fled the scene immediately and left no trace for us to follow.”
“ So we don’t have a goddamn clue.” Roosevelt pounded his fist on the table
“ Actually we have some suspects.”
Roosevelt’s eyebrow went up “ Really and those are…”
“ We believe that this was not an individual acting alone, where and when the President’s plane would land was a tightly kept secret and even his visit to India was on a need-to-know basis. Clearly this means that this individual was operating with a rival government.”
Roosevelt frowned “ Who has the motive to do this? What do they hope to gain?”
“ We have some enemies which would gladly like to see America wiped off the face of the Earth, as for what they hope to gain other than destabilizing us, damaging American morale, and possibly provoking war with us nothing.”
Roosevelt snorted, “ You always had a sense of humor George. I want you to find this guy; I don’t give a damn if you need to send every man you have after him because you’ll do just that!”
Tenant nodded “ We’ll get him sir but we have some nations that we suspect as of now, we have received condolences from all nations except Zululand, Persia, Mongolia, and Azteca. We should infiltrate agents into these nations and investigate.”
“ Good you do that meanwhile I’ll pacify the people.”
Tenant shuddered “ I pity you sir.”
Roosevelt sighed, “ So do I”
Delhi India:
“Has it succeeded?” Gandhi asked his Chief of Secret Police Nehru
Nehru nodded “It was carried off without a hitch, the Americans don’t suspect us at all, pure genius on your part comrade to have Lincoln assassinated right after a trade agreement with them.”
“Yes I know. Who do the Americans suspect?”
“They believe it was one of the nations hostile to them the Zulu, Aztecs, Mongols or Persians.”
Gandhi nodded his approval.
Vajpayee his Commander of the Red Army burst through the door waving a paper he held in his hand like a flag.
“I just received this message comrade from the Persians. It reads as follows “I the great god Xerxes demand reparations from the weak and puny Indians, When my army last invaded you we suffered heavy loss of life and equipment so unless you pay up we’re going to war.”
Gandhi’s mouth feel open “Is that man insane! He invades us then expects us to pay him for the losses he suffered! Madness!”
“Should I send a response denying his demands sir?” asked Vajpayee
Gandhi shook his head “No I have a better response in mind” a grin spreading across his face “have artillery shifted to the Persian border, and then have them blast every outpost, town, village, and anything else they can hit into pieces. Xerxes should get the idea.”
Vajpayee saluted “It shall be done comrade” he turned sharply and marched out the door
Persian- Indian border:
Gun thundered as they rained death and destruction upon the Persians. Shell after shell fell slamming into buildings, roads, and people. Every single village on the border was incinerated. Border outposts were blackened ruins. Burnt flesh could be smelled in the air along with the smoke and ashes. Thousands of refugees fled west toward Perseoplis telling tales of great gouts of fire and a never ending stream shells. Hell had broken loose on earth and soon the whole world would be consumed by its flames.
“ I quiver with delight at seeing you again.” Gandhi said in a flat monotone voice.
Lincoln stared at his face trying to read his features. Gandhi smiled inwardly he would find nothing there Gandhi had what the Americans called a poker face.
Dammed capitalist term if there ever was one thought Gandhi. “ Please sit down.” He said motioning toward a chair. Lincoln nodded and sat. “ As you know the American people are growing rather restless, they want exotic goods that you can provide me with.”
“ Is that so? Well I would be most overjoyed to provide the American bast… err people with these goods.” he said smoothly.
“ Thank you, we would like some fine silk, spices, and incense we are willing to pay quite well.”
Gandhi lifted an eyebrow “ How well?”
“ Oh let’s say 200 gold up front and a sum of 100 gold a year every year for the next twenty years.”
Outwardly Gandhi showed no expression but inwardly his stomach did flip-flops. That was a massive amount.
“ The People’s Republic of India will agree to this deal.”
Lincoln stood up “ Well that concludes our business for now.” He extended his arm
“ Yes it dose.” said Gandhi shaking his hand
“ Good Day Gandhi.”
“ Good Day Lincoln”
Washington D.C.:
Lincoln’s plane touched down on the runway. As he disembarked he turned to his aide.
“ I want to be informed the minute the shipments of luxuries arrive.”
“ Yes sir.” She nodded
“ God dammit it fells like a god damn oven here.” He said taking his jacket off “ snowing in Delhi and roasting here one hell of strange weather.”
He handed his jacket to his aide and started toward his car.
A shot rang out. The bullet ripped through his head. Blood and brains sprayed everywhere. He collapsed to the ground. The President of America was dead.
White House:
Hundreds of people gathered in front of the White House demanding vengeance. Their shouts could be heard all the way in the Oval Office where the former Vice-President and current President sat. Theodore Roosevelt. The guards at the front gate were struggling to restrain the mob. Lincoln had been a much beloved President and his assassination had sparked rage throughout the country. Roosevelt turned to the Director of the CIA George Tenant.
“ Do we know who did it?’
Tenant shook his head “ The assassin fired from the roof top using a sniper rifle and fled the scene immediately and left no trace for us to follow.”
“ So we don’t have a goddamn clue.” Roosevelt pounded his fist on the table
“ Actually we have some suspects.”
Roosevelt’s eyebrow went up “ Really and those are…”
“ We believe that this was not an individual acting alone, where and when the President’s plane would land was a tightly kept secret and even his visit to India was on a need-to-know basis. Clearly this means that this individual was operating with a rival government.”
Roosevelt frowned “ Who has the motive to do this? What do they hope to gain?”
“ We have some enemies which would gladly like to see America wiped off the face of the Earth, as for what they hope to gain other than destabilizing us, damaging American morale, and possibly provoking war with us nothing.”
Roosevelt snorted, “ You always had a sense of humor George. I want you to find this guy; I don’t give a damn if you need to send every man you have after him because you’ll do just that!”
Tenant nodded “ We’ll get him sir but we have some nations that we suspect as of now, we have received condolences from all nations except Zululand, Persia, Mongolia, and Azteca. We should infiltrate agents into these nations and investigate.”
“ Good you do that meanwhile I’ll pacify the people.”
Tenant shuddered “ I pity you sir.”
Roosevelt sighed, “ So do I”
Delhi India:
“Has it succeeded?” Gandhi asked his Chief of Secret Police Nehru
Nehru nodded “It was carried off without a hitch, the Americans don’t suspect us at all, pure genius on your part comrade to have Lincoln assassinated right after a trade agreement with them.”
“Yes I know. Who do the Americans suspect?”
“They believe it was one of the nations hostile to them the Zulu, Aztecs, Mongols or Persians.”
Gandhi nodded his approval.
Vajpayee his Commander of the Red Army burst through the door waving a paper he held in his hand like a flag.
“I just received this message comrade from the Persians. It reads as follows “I the great god Xerxes demand reparations from the weak and puny Indians, When my army last invaded you we suffered heavy loss of life and equipment so unless you pay up we’re going to war.”
Gandhi’s mouth feel open “Is that man insane! He invades us then expects us to pay him for the losses he suffered! Madness!”
“Should I send a response denying his demands sir?” asked Vajpayee
Gandhi shook his head “No I have a better response in mind” a grin spreading across his face “have artillery shifted to the Persian border, and then have them blast every outpost, town, village, and anything else they can hit into pieces. Xerxes should get the idea.”
Vajpayee saluted “It shall be done comrade” he turned sharply and marched out the door
Persian- Indian border:
Gun thundered as they rained death and destruction upon the Persians. Shell after shell fell slamming into buildings, roads, and people. Every single village on the border was incinerated. Border outposts were blackened ruins. Burnt flesh could be smelled in the air along with the smoke and ashes. Thousands of refugees fled west toward Perseoplis telling tales of great gouts of fire and a never ending stream shells. Hell had broken loose on earth and soon the whole world would be consumed by its flames.