Robert Borden was pacing in his office.
Sitting in front of him on his desk, sat the morning edition of the newspaper, and in a huge picture on the front page declared simply, King Dies
Sighing, he sits down, and ruffles through the paper, noticing America has been granted her independance, that rebellions have arisen all throughout the expansive British Empire, and in a huge open spread, he sees the late King of the British Empire staring back at him, with a myriad of stories and anecdotes about his life, dotted with images of him.
"Anita, I am going to need the Secretary of External Affairs, and the Governor-General. "
"At once sir," hius assistant replied.
10 minutes later, the paper lay in the waste peper basket, and the Prime Minister of Canada was in deep conversation with the Secretary. They were fervourishly discussing the weeks happenings. They had noticed a chain of events that seemed too odd for just random occurences. It began with the assasination of the King of England. The rebellions had sprung up all throughout the British Empire, which seemed on the brink of collapse, and then all hell broke loose when Africa, almost as an entity, rebelled from the British, and it seemed the French were just along for the ride. However, no matter what happens to the British Empire, and the King or Queen of England, Canada would be the respectable British Crown land, and stand by them in times of need, and hopefully, Britian would stand by Canada in times of need.
"We need an envoy to leave for England today, to be present at the funeral, and to show our respects to the late King. We need to establish a embassy in Washington D.C., and have a full compliment of staff by the end of the year, and notify the Military, that again war is coming to Britian, so thus it comes to us. I will speak to you in one hour." The Prime Minister turned around as the Secretary left.
As he stared out the window, there came a bright flash of light, from under the door, and from the window to his left, followed a huge grinding noise, as the building shuddered. The huge windows in his office shattered, sending a deadly shower of fragmented glass across the room. The Bell tower he could tell was collapsing, as one of the 4 tonne bells slammed through his ceiling, and down though the next level, taking out what was left of the corridor. And then the floor beneath his splintered desk gave way, and the bloodied, dazed Prime Minister slipped into the black depths of the ruins of the Canadian Parliament Building, in Ottowa.
From the adjacent office building, Jacques gazed at the Parliament Building, admiring the builidngs great tower, and sprawling complex that this tower adorned. He opened his jacket, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small device. Pressing the button on the side, he saw the bright flash that the Prime Minister did, and then saw the amazing ripple effect cross the great facade of the building, and watched as it rippled up the tower. Glass exploded everywhere, and he watched as the Tower leaned outwards, over Parliament House, expelling the now free bells that it once housed, as they came crashing down to where the Prime Ministers office, and as the bell tower crumbled into huge blocks of stone, and at them same instant, the bowels of the building suddenly heaved, and the middle of the building collapsed in on itself, sending huge plumes of acrid smoke and choking dust high into the air over the city. Jacque turned away, smiling, he left the office block on the opposite side.