Meeting Room at the Palacio Del Tyrante
Mexico City, Mexico
1:12 A.M (GMT -06:00) Central Time
"
Orale holmes!" yelled Jesus Martinez, despot of the Mexican Empire, to his brother Miguel, who had just walked into the meeting room. There were bottles of tequila scattered all around the room; everything was a mess. Papers were thrown about everywhere, file cabinets were opened and tossed by the floor, chairs and tables were overturned. It seemed like a major celebration had just taken place. And there, on a throne-like chair, with his legs crossed upon a long oak table, sat the self-proclaimed "King of Mexico". "
Andale, come over here and tell me what you think about the place!" he spoke. Miguel walked over, carefully tiptoeing over the various sheets of papers on the floor, some with complicated graphs and charts, others stamped with a red ink labeled "
CLASSIFICADO", picked up a chair, turned it upright, and sat across Jesus Martinez. "
Digame chicano, what do you think about the recent takeover of Honduras, ey?
Muy sabroso, no?" laughed the despot. Miguel bowed his head, staring at his own rugged, tattered shoes. "
Que cosa, eh?" continued Jesus. "We were able to conquer Honduras in only a month.. when they had been a free nation for over 200 years!!" shouted Jesus with a smirk on his face. "Those
chingados didn't even see it comin'..
oye, take a look at this." Jesus leaned down, shuffling through some papers on the floor, searching for something. He sat back upright and threw a newspaper across the table. "That's last month's issue of
El International...
andale, take a look!" Miguel leaned across the table and grabbed the newspaper. Besides some major stories concerning revolutions and invasions, one of the topics undoubtedly caught Miguel's eye.
- El International -
Enero, 2030
LA ESCARAMUZA EN LA FRONTERA DE HONDURAS LLEVA A LA GUERRA, MÉXICO INVADE - Ciudad de México, Imperio Mexicano
Después de una pequeña escaramuza en la frontera con Honduras, los funcionarios mexicanos deciden tomar materias en sus propias manos y publicaron una declaración de guerra, seguida por una invasión hecha y derecha.
(The International)
(January, 2030)
(SKIRMISH ON HONDURAS BORDER LEADS TO WAR, MEXICO INVADES - Mexico City, Mexican Empire)
(After a small skirmish on the border with Honduras, Mexican officials decide to take matters into their own hands and issued a declaration of war, followed by a full-fledged invasion.)
Miguel set the paper back down slowly. Jesus stared in his direction and let out a small smile. "A skirmish on the border.. it's almost as if you can pull anything out of your ass these days.
Tu sabes, there are still people in both Mexico and Honduras asking, "What skirmish?". Jesus let out another loud laugh, which seemed to shake the entire room. Miguel knew about the things his brother did.. to his country.. for his country.. but some things were just too much to bear. Miguel pushed his chair back, stood up, and began to walk towards the door. "
Hermano! Espera un momento!", groaned Jesus as Miguel put his hand on the doorknob. Jesus stood up and set his hands down on the table, holding himself up with his arms. "Why is it when you always come here, you never say a word, ah?" Miguel slowly turned around and looked deep into Jesus' eyes. "
Mama wants to know if you can make it to church this Sunday," said Miguel in a whisper. Jesus slowly rubbed the back of his head. "
Dale hermano.. you know I'm too busy. Tell
mama that I'll make it next Sunday,
esta bien?" Miguel nodded slowly, and turned back towards the door, hand still on the knob. "Oye, one more thing before you go.. I just want you to know that when I invite you here, you don't have to act like this. This isn't how I remember my little brother, okay?" Jesus took a little pause, then continued, "Just because I lead this country, doesn't mean I'm not your brother,
entiendes?" Miguel sighed heavily, turned the doorknob, and walked out of the room, leaving Jesus staring into an empty hallway.