Today was the grand opening of the new Canal Panda, the canal that would connect the capital city of Nikin with the sea, via Julukin Marityu. President Jordan and the Secretary of State Chaseeta Esach stood on a podium, facing the Juluking Marityu gate, which led into the canal. The president approached the microphone, carrying a speech in hand. He began to speak, but it didn't matter what he said. All that mattered to the man on the roof above him was that he was there, at the podium.
The assassin prepared his weapon. A single shot from a sniper wouldn't be sufficient enough. It needed to be a large spectacle, and a silent shot wouldn't cause as much terror as a rocket exploding on the president and collapsing the stage. These "panda-men" had come in and taken the Strip Lands. They had no right, and they had to pay the price. The "Strip People" had been reformed, but now under a different name: The Panda Poachers or P-Killers.
Hoisting the launcher onto his shoulder, the man crouched and leaned over the edge....where he was immediately tackled by an agent. The man was pushed violently to the side, clutching the trigger. The rocket shot out of the tube, and impacted on the end wing of the stage. 2 men were instantly killed, thrown through the air. That section of the stage shattered, sending huge wooden splinters in every direction. One became embedded into the presidents side, right above the hip. He collapsed to the ground and was swiftly carried away by his body guards, one shouting something into a walky-talky. People in the audience were shouting and screaming, pushing each other out of the way, all trying to be the first to get back to their cars, to get away from the mayhem.
Back on the roof, the agent who tackled the killer held him at gun-point, and barked orders into his com. The terrorist was chained, and brought to the nearest anti-terrorist agency outlet, which were almost nonexistent, for interrogation.
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Kilolio Jamiguyo rode in his limo, a '98 Rolls-Royce with the works. He yelled to his driver to drive faster. "Move! I am a honorary guest today at the grand opening of the Canal Panda. How will it look if I am late." The heavily distressed driver replied, "We are in heavy traffic sir. Downtown Julukin Marityu is always like this at this time of day. Half of these people are probably going to the same ceremony that you are." Kilolio, annoyed, yelled again. "The only difference is that they were no specially invited to this event, like I was. These low-lifes should get out of my way. I was the leader of the Strip People. I saved these schmucks from certain doom at the hands of the "panda-men". I worked out a deal that saved their necks."
The driver, equally annoyed, yelled angrily, "Yes, you saved us to further your own wealth. You gave in and cheated the rest of the people in the Strip Lands. And what exactly did you save us from? If I am not mistaken, the "panda-men" would have let us keep our land and our pride. You have made it worse. You have taken that pride way." This rant made Kilolio furious. His face began to redden and his hands shake. "How dare you talk to me like that. You are fired! I will find another driver." The driver chuckled. "Well than you can walk. Besides, I think I found a side road out of this traffic." The notion of walking shut Kilolio up.
The limo left Main Street, taking alleys and back way, until eventually coming up to an abandoned warehouse, where the limo stopped. Kilolio looked up from the newspaper. "Why are we stopping are we there." The driver turned around, holding a silenced pistol in his hands. "Think next time before dishonor one million people." A small thud sounded, and the back of Kilolio's head exploded in a fountain of blood. Blood dripped from the entry wound in his forehead.
The driver turned back to the steering wheel. From a bag in the passenger's seat, the man took out a long metal bar and a small package. He wedged the bar between the driver's seat and the gas. He then leaned out and placed the package underneath the car. The driver finally put the car into drive. As the vehicle lurched forward towards the warehouse, the man shot the windshield so that one would think that the shot came from outside, if there was anything left of the car. Jumping out, the driver rolled and was brought upright. He looked back at the limo which was picking up speed. The man extended a hand into his pocket and withdrew a cylinder like object, with a button on it. The car began to smash through the thin sheet metal door of the warehouse, and began to enter it. Once the limo was fully inside, the driver pressed the button with his thumb. The explosion disintegrated the thin aluminum sheets, blowing most of them to dust.
The driver turned away and pulled a cell phone out of his pockets. Dialing a quick number, the man brought the phone to his ear. "He's dead.....I blew it up.....the warehouse too.....they won't know he was shot.....yeah, I'm sure. They probably won't even find hi-....yeah.....yeah, I know.....ok.....ok. bye."
