Annete Renard didn't know why Hiver called her here, but she was about to find out.
In the middle of Paris, a huge mob of angry women surrounded the Conseil d'Etat like an army of marauding knights seigeing a castle. With screaming, megaphones, and noisemakers creating an unholy symphony of chaos and resentment, it felt like this protest could get violent at any second. In a way, Annette didn't exactly blame them; their ineffective response to the destruction of Caen. The Nationals and Venus refused to work with each other, instead preferring to bicker with each other on the finer details of relief plans. Simply put, neither wanted money pulled out of programs they supported, and while the foreign relief plans offered by Texarkana and Indonesia seemed like a godsend in that regards, the populace itself was against the idea of foreign mendogs coming to France's aid.
Thus a political stalemate drove a wedge in the French senate, while the survivors of Caen slowly die in agonizing pain. The slowly decaying power of the French government ever since the death of Pettigrew grew more and more abundant, and French people are demanding an end to it. Annette perfectly understood all of this.
But why do I
need to be here?
Suddenly, Annette heard someone cry for her name behind her, away from the massed mob of people. She spun around, and she could see a familiar blonde woman run up to her, eagerly excited to see her. Annette waved to her, and the blonde woman waved back.
"Jeannete," Annette greeted, "You called for us to meet here?"
The host of
Good Morning France nodded. Annette could see a bulge from one of the pockets of the tv show host, a small grey handle of a pistol. Annette knew she never carried a gun with her normally, and with the general chaos in Paris, a news anchor who was packing heat was probably one of the last sights the author wanted to see.
"Annette, it's time for France to wake up," Hiver callously said.
Annette's eyebrows raided. "What are you suggesting, Jeannette?"
"The time for talking is clearly over," Jeannette passionately responded, "It's gotten us nowhere in the past few months. They claim elections will happen soon, but we know the two parties will bicker with each other to death before they ever happen. The Senate wants to sell us out to Indonesia and Texarkana, screw the integrity of the Matriarchy, just because they can't decide if the money should come out of castrating men or general welfare. The Germans are about to attack us, the Irish are about to attack us, and hell, even the Japanese would attack us if they think they could get away with it. Everyone is pissed nothing is happening, but goddessdammit I'll make something happen."
"Wait, you aren't-"
"Yes, Annette. France needs leadership. Now. I'm bringing it to them. And you're going to help me. Almost everyone in France loves you, to the point of if something happened to you, people would riot." The blonde woman started to smile after saying that, matched with a glare that suddenly made Annette very nervous.
"And... what are you suggesting by that?," Annette quivered out.
Hiver grabbed her pistol from her pocket. "It's very loud out there; barely anyone would even notice a gun going off. If I shot you-"
"NO," Annette practically screamed.
"Don't worry, I don't have plans to kill you. Just a grazing shot in the leg. I can blame that on the police. That would certainly get them infuriated. Then it would be a simple matter of telling them they have nothing to lose, and soon we will control France. Temporary pain now, and then I'll get you the best treatment in all of Europe. And if you try to resist or f*** this up, I can just use your corpse to the same effect, while making sure your brother feels the same. So what will it be, Renard? Your leg or the heads of your family?"
Annette froze.
This is not happening, she screamed in her mind,
Hiver did not just turn into a psychopath. However, her attempt to calm herself proved futile when she felt the cold barrel placed right next to her head, Jeannette's breathing near her ears. The anchor was 100% serious about going through with this, and the author just wanted to break down and cry. And then Charles, she would go after her too...
"Just... make it quick. In the leg."
Jeannette nodded. "I knew you were a reasonable woman, Annette. I'm sorry it had to go this way, but you proved your dedication and strength. You'll make a great vice president."
As Jeannette predicted, the gun's roar of brimstone and fire was for the most part muffled out by the roaring anger of the crowd. Annette immediately screamed out in pain, grasping the leg in which the bullet her former idol just shot. Before anyone turned around and noticed, Jeannette threw the pistol into the gutter, and then grabbed the brown-haired woman. Carrying her, Jeannette threw the pair of them into the crowd.
"Everyone," Hiver yelled, "They shot Annette Renard. The Police shot Annette Renard for trying to come here!"
Quickly, the crowd started to stop yelling, flabbergasted at the news that they were hearing. Was it really true? Are the police finally trying to crack down on the protesters, especially in such a violent way? It seemed patently absurd, yet Annette's bleeding leg was evidence enough that someone had shot her. However, when Annette confirmed Hiver's story, the suspicion died almost instantly. The situation, already bad, was now getting worse.
Jeannette gave the bleeding author to a nearby protesters, with the instructions to bring her to the closest hospital. With part one complete, all she had to do was just give a speech or two telling people to attack...
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Salzburg, 30 minutes later
Yvette couldn't believe her eyes. First, there was a school shooting, then a missile attack which almost killed her, and to top it off, a meteor completely wiped Caen off the map. France was already in the gutters, but what was going on now scared her than everything else combined. The exiled president turned up the volume of her telveision, not wanting to miss a thing.
"Live from Paris", a reporter who's name Yvette didn't know nor care about said, "The protesters in front of Conseil d'Etat had finally broken through the police barricade and stormed the legislative capital of France. Eyewitnesses claimed this was a retaliation from the shooting of beloved author of Annette Renard, who was planning a surprise visit to rally the protesters.
Allegedly, the mob was being led by TV star Jeannette Hiver, who inspired the crowd to avenge the weeks of injustice and take power back from the corrupt transitional government and-"
The reporter hastily zoomed her camera onto the steps of the Conseil d'Etat. A single blonde woman, flanked by women carrying guns, started to walk out of the building, to the applause of those still outside. Carrying a megaphone, she demanded the silence of the crowd, which quickly obliged.
"Hold on," the reporter continued, "It appears Jeannette herself had just exited the building, and is trying to say something..."
Thanks to the news crew moving towards the speaker and the relative quietness of the crowd, Yvette was able to hear what the woman was saying. Whether she wanted to or not, however, was a different story.
"Ladies of France," Hiver started to say, "Today, I announce the period of anarchy is over. No longer will France be threatened by a corrupt, decadent government that does nothing when a city is wiped off the map and shoots their own citizens. Today, we will no longer sell ourselves out to the dirty maledogs, who seek the destruction of the Matriarchy and the enslavement of women worldwide. Today, I announce that I
am the President of France, effectively immediately".
The fact the crowd started to cheer for this sickened Yvette. Her prayers that a crazed woman like her wouldn't take power in her absence were not only unanswered, but the people of France welcomed it. All the work she ever did as a President, managing the increasing revanchism of her own citizens with the cold, harsh reality of the world were about to go down the drain.
"Effective immediately, the Senate of France is hereby dissolved. They are traitors to the French republic, and they will be tried as such. The President shall henceforth take all the powers bestowed to the Senate for herself, until the crisis is over. Not the crisis of Caen, but the crisis of France itself. Surrounding us is the Germans, the Irish, who all hate our way of life, waiting for the opportune moment to destroy everything we ever had worked for.
We will not wait while the patriarchy schemes to destroy us. In the next 24 Hours, I will convene with the remaining elements of the Army, and discuss the best ways to survive the incoming storm. I will promise we will match the Germans, we will match the Irish, and we will match anyone who ever threatens us. Peace can only be obtained through the barrel of a gun, and we will make sure France has the biggest barrel of them all.
Finally, I hereby decree all international 'aid' organizations to leave France henceforward. We will recover ourselves; we do not need you dirty maledogs to patronize us. Our society is superior to all, and we will demonstrate it by rising out of the ashes of two incompetent administrations in a row by ourselves.
I will have further news later when the anarchy dies down. Until then, may the Goddess save France and the Matriarchy!"
Before she could hear the crowd cheer again, Yvette turned the TV off. "Zhakov," Yvette yelled, "We got a huge problem!"