Nadim Al-Sirafi took his seat at the front row of the National Assembly House. As he had served in the Majli for over twenty-five years and was one of the longest-serving members, he was rewarded one of the privileged seats right next to the Assembly floor. The vote in question pertained to the anticipated treaty. Since the Emir himself was not only in support of the deal, but negotiated it himself, the result of the ratification was not in question by any long shot. In fact, when the ayes and nays were counted, no one declared their opposition. All that was left was the Emir’s signature.
The session of the Assembly was adjourned, and Nadim walked out into the Legislative Plaza outside. The weather outside was pleasant, if but a little warm. Then again, the summers in Adana were always like this. At this time of year, people were all about, enjoying the weather and the almost certain guarantee of sun.
Unfortunately for the parliamentarian, the plaza was too open for his own good. As he turned around, he heard a rather loud bang, followed by that feeling when you just got a bullet lodged in the back of your head. He collapsed on the ground with a thud, and would surely die within a few hours. The assassin himself took advantage of the confusion caused by a member of the Assembly getting shot and quickly ran away from the scene. Some people gave chase, but it was ultimately fruitless after he lost himself in a crowd.
The rumors spread almost as quickly as the representative fell to the ground. Several people came out and claimed they recognized him as an Iraqi insurgent. Others insisted he was Egyptian. Still more were convinced that it was the work of the Arbeitists. They weren’t particularly active in this part of the world, but wherever they were they were always to cause trouble. Then there were a few who believed that he was the same man who caused the assassination of the Finance Minister the year before and about a half-dozen more high-profile deaths over the past twenty years, but that was considered to be within the realm of the fiction writers (not in the least because half those assassins had been caught).
The most plausible theory, however, was that the killer was someone who had been opposed to the treaty. There had been a few dissidents who feared that Adana was weakening itself by aligning itself with less “pure” nations, and a few even dared to claim that it was being compromised by making deals with Christian nations, or even worse, infidels. However, they were generally considered as somewhat extremist or paranoid, even for the nationalistic Adani people. But, as the events of the day showed, it only takes one man to do the damage.