Primaire Holt had just woken up from his long night of beauty sleep when he felt a sharp pain flash through his chest. He put his hand down towards the burning area, as if he couldn't believe what he was feeling. Before he could, however, he felt the flash again. And again. The world went dark...
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People of Kongo. Today is a terrible, saddening day. Our Primaire, the man who has led us through these troubled times, has died.
Therefore, it is with a heavy heart that I claim my duly elected place as his successor. Elections for my successor will be held in two weeks.
Thank you, people of Kongo, and good night.
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Primaire George Vinta
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The newly sworn in Primaire, George Vinta, was sitting in his office chair. He stared despondently at the photograph of his late friend and mentor, Primaire Holt. The man had died of a stroke.
A stroke! Why couldn't he have died peacefully, in his sleep? Alas, these questions were never to be answered.
At that moment, a loud BANG resounded throughout his office. George could hear his aide outside calling in, "Sir! Mr. Primaire! I have urgent news!"
George was not in the mood for any statecraft at the moment. His recent short speech had taken almost everything out of him. "Go away, Maire! Not tonight."
But Maire would not go away, she kept pounding on the door. "Mr. Primaire, really! This is very important!" George figured that if he ignored her she would go away. But she didn't. "George Vinta! Open the door this instant!" Before he knew what was going on, George was on his feet and opening the door.
"What, Maire?"
"Sir, the Watchtower Defensive stations are picking up multiple missile launches!"
That jolted George out of his depression. In a second he was a picture of authority and capability. "Who launched?"
"Partitionania. Watchtower Missile Defense Stations 1-40 are detecting missiles headed towards Africa."
George picked up the phone immediately and dialed Missile Command. A bored voice answered. "Kongo Missile Launch and Defense Command. How may I help you, Mr. Primaire?"
"I need to speak to General Eduva right away."
"Yes sir. Transfering."
"General Eduva, yes?"
"General. Go to Alert Level Beta."
The voice on the other end sounded extremely suprised. "Beta, sir? Whats going on?"
"It doesnt matter at the moment. Just go to Level Beta."
"Yes sir." A voice could be heard shouting out orders, with incredulous voices answering. "Done, Mr. Primaire."
"Good. Activate Vengance 1-5, point at Target ID 087."
"Partitionania? Sir, what is going on?"
"Just do it, General."
"Yes, sir. Done."
"Good. Have your men ready for possible activation of Vengance 6-9, Revenge 1, and launch."
"Yes, Mr. Primaire." George hung up the phone, and rapidly picked it up again. "Patch me through to the Joint Staff office."
He heard a rapid series of clicks, and an impatient voice on the other end. "Yes, Mr. Primarie?"
"Head General Tyro. Go to Alert Level Beta, all units, all forces. Call up the reserves, and prepare damage control teams for bunkers."
The voice became signifigantly less impatient. "Yes, Primaire. Shall I send the Ravens to your bunker?"
"Not yet. That will be all General." he hung up the phone once more, and turned to Maire.
"Bring me Scotch. A lot of Scotch. And get the Advisory Circle in here. I need them 10 minuted ago."
Maire hurried away.
This is bad....
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Leon deGrace lounged boredly in his chair in front of the Missile Control station. Vengance 1 had never been activated, and it wasn't going to happend today either. At least, thats what he thought until he heard The Alarm.
WOOOWOOOWOOO "
Action Level Beta, repeat, Action Level Beta. Target ID, 087" WOOWOOWOO....
Leon let his training take over as he activated the dormant hammer that lay right outside his window. His partner was still looking stunned when the launch bay doors began to open.
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Across the nation of Kongo, radio, video, and even internet screens were replaced by the following message.
"This is Primaire Vinta. The Marxist Republic of Kongo has detected missile launches that are heading towards Africa. Get in your designated shelter. Now. You have little time. May God be with us all."
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Tambien


