Day 3: Endgame
As light dawned on day 3, it was quickly acertained that
Caledorn had been killed in the night by execution with a revolver.
Who ever chose to gorily perforate the skull of this promising young
Minister of Education in such a grisly manner must have been truly malevolent or way off the mark, as:
Chiang found the losses, both to his forces on the ground and his cabinet, unacceptable. All those able to flee were herded onto evacuation planes to fly them to Taipei.
This included the three surviving ministers,
slaze,
whb and
Tboy, who had a military cargo-craft all to themselves.
Tboy was staring grimly out of the still open cargo-hatch as they flew away, while the flaming stronghold-city of Chengdu finally sucuumbed to the Communist hordes.
So intent was his gaze, that he didn't notice a hand swiftly reach for his side.
But it was too late.
Slaze had seized
Tboy's sidearm, and blown a nice round chunk clean from the back of
Tboy's head using his own revolver. The
Minister of Internal Security's corpse fell forward with the momentum, to be lost amongst the rubble below.
whb was petrified. "What was that?!" he demanded, although not
too forcefully to the now armed
slaze. "He killed
Caledorn" he explained grimly. "He had to die".
whb was flabbergasted. "So he was the Red spy?" he asked, after a while.
slaze began moving back towards the seats of the cargo-hold in silence but, as he passed
whb, he slammed his knee into
whb's gut with a ferocity that
whb could never have expected from the seemingly mild-mannered
Minister of Finance.
whb just managed to catch his footing and avoid falling out the cargo-hold and down to have his body broken thousands of feet below, but it was too late.
slaze had had ample time to lift the revolver, and wasted no time in sending no less than three rounds through
whb's frail torso.
The force of the blows easily knocked him over the edge, and as he fell to a certain doom, losing blood by the second, it seemed clear to the dieing
Minister of Foreign Affairs that:
Slaze looked out the plane at the quickly vanishing city, with a rye sneer across his lips. "
Tboy the Communist? Now, I wouldn't exactly say that.."
Game over. Mafia are victorious.