The Kraken (Hans Zimmer)
"What was Greszczyszyn like?"
"Well...I don't think he was in his sound mind. I think after what happened to him at Gulf he was left weak in the head. He celebrated Greenland's, Switzerland's, Austria's and Akhvizland's death as if his team had won the World Cup of hockey. Then, after the fall of the Oceanic section, he changed completely, he was furious. For days, I heard insults to China I really don't want to repeat out of respect to him and his people.
» Suddenly he considered we were not the progress needed. I think Ughetti was pressing him to get better results, like getting to convince enough people to form a political party, like in Japan. Or maybe his deliriums made him have those mood swings. He gathered us the 24th of december to tighten our screws. 'The movement has gained enough publicity to be invited to a talk show on Channel 5. Millions of Canadians watch it. It is shared on social media, to people from all around the world. If we play our cards right, we will be on everyone's mouth", he said. And he pointed at me and Uri. Uri because, he said, he was from a fairly low socio-economic background and being in a wheelchair would make him more sympathetic. Me, because I was supposedly cultured and had a sweet voice. I was not sure about it, I told him, and he said I'd do it fine. I had to think about the common good. That was what he said to us when he called us. It was Christmas Eve and there we were, conspiring. The movement was more important to them than family, friends, everything else.
"But that never happened, because America appeared."
"Yes..."
"A couple of weaks ago they released the brutal images your cameras on your fake button captured, but I would like that you told us about it, Mr. Canada.
"Of course. I will start saying America didn't contact me or my government in any moment to ask for permission or ask us our opinion on the matter. He simply came in. Like a wrecking ball. I had talked to my Defense minister and we had agreed to use the invitation to the program to arrest Greszyszyn and the other people implied. It was supposed to be something simple, with no injured, no complications. And...well, everything went down the drain."
» I was chatting with the guys while we planned a protest against Japan because of the illegalization of the O.W.N. party. We were simply talking about our things. Christmas. Only Anaïs believes in Jesus Christ and that was before, because she was there to end with religion among other things, but I had bought them presents anyway. Little things. I liked them. I was not pretending. I really liked them and I regret not having met them in other circumstances. And as we were talking about small stuff, like gingerbread houses and horrendous Christmas sweaters, a sound which seemed like background noise at first started getting intense, until there was no way to ignore it. It was a helicopter which flew over the Factory. Suddenly, all those uniformed people appeared and pointed at us with assault rifles. 'Hands on your head! Down!', they yelled at us. I don't know how many were there, I couldn't count them. They pushed us to the floor. They even knocked Uri down from his wheelchair.
"Uh!"
"Yeah, 'uh!'...And the worst of all is that he was there. My brother. He jumped out of the helicopter with a rope. He was dressed for the occasion, armed too, and I am sure he had an epic soundtrack in his head, for the way he moved, like he was the protagonist of some movie. I was about to scream his name, but that would have made things worse. I just did what I was told and would clear everything up later. But then Greszyszyn showed how mad he was. I only know a shot was heard, then another, a burst, and then I saw him running to us. He was dragging one of America's men with him, using him as a shield. He threatened them. Insulted them. America ordered not to shoot and insulted him back for playing dirty (I'm sorry I'm not more explicit, but children might be watching this). In the meantime, he looked for ways to shoot him in the head without doing harm to his soldier. Greszyszyn approached us, told us 'let's go!', and made us go with him. I could do nothing but follow him. I avoided America's eyes. Maybe I could have revealed myself, but that that moment Greszyszyn was out of his mind and he would have gone crazier if I had done that. 'And now, goodbye. Good bless the (…) United States of America, the most (….) nation in the whole world', he said. And it made America mad. He wasn't going anybody make a fool of him. So he aimed at him with his rifle and shouted something."
"Did he shoot?"
"Oh, yeah, he did! He missed and hit Walter in the gluteus. Greszyszyn responded blowing the head of the man he had retained. I am sorry I can't describe in much detail what happened next, but it was a real hail of bullets. Greszyszyn showed off, he ran away. He grabbed my wrist and we got the heck out of there. I tried to grab Youssef, but got shot in my hand. Then they got me in the neck, but I kept running. They had already shot me there in Normandy and it is not pleasant at all, but I was still alive, I couldn't die. The one who did seem immortal was Greszyszyn. Bullets scraped against his skin but didn't get him. He ran and shot like a madman. He normally seemed like a tough guy but in the battlefiled he turned into an animal. He killed five of America's soldiers on his own. And I swear I have no idea of how he got alive from that, with so many people shooting. It was the most confusing thing I have experienced in my whole life. He made me jump out of a window. I fell and twisted my ankle. Greszyszyn made me get up and keep running. We got into his car. They almost turned it into a sieve, but somehow it worked.
"We have some images here from the chase, it looks like a movie!"
"Wow, it's even worse when you see if from outside…"
"It seems you got to elude the army with many suicidal moves."
"Oh, yes. As I said, Greszyszyn was in the army. He was a superb soldier. And worst of all: he hated America and if he had to die by his hand, he would die causing as much harm as possible. In order to escape, he went into traffic and caused a real mayhem. All of the people there were celebrating Christmas Eve and he provoked a good number of accidents."
"Once you threw America and his army off the track, where did you go?"
"We escaped to Quebec. There, Greszyszyn allowed himself to stop and breathe. 'Are you alright, boy?', he asked me. I was covered in blood but my wounds had healed already. He was satisfied. He said I was tough. 'Those sons of (…) found us', he said. 'That damned America has to ruin everything. Good thing U was not here. We have to meet her at the European base. The Triumvirate is bothering us too much and it is time to make them pay'. He was happy he had given America a hard time, but furious because he had broken up the branch he was responsible of. From that moment on, the only thing in his mind was revenge.
"Terrible! And didn't you find any obstacle to cross the ocean?"
"Apparently, in order to avoid control at the airports, the American movement was banded together with the owner of a vessel who helped them in their trips abroad. That man gave us everything necessary to escape with no problema. I was left alone with Greszyszyn, in the middle of the ocean. He wasn't a very talkative man, but he saw I was scared and made an effort to be. 'Boy, you have some guts. I like that. The world is getting softer. They want stuff, but they can't get up from the sofa, leave the pone and get it. People like you are the ones who will change the world. Look at you! Filled with blood and not a scratch! I really admire you. You'll see when you meet the Europeans. There's a couple of them who are nuts, but they're Good guys. Amateurs, but good at their job."
"For the moment, he didn't suspect about you."
"Absolutely. He even let me see the map. I took the chance when he was distracted for a momento, sweing a wound of his, and took a photo. The bad thing is that he caught me. 'What are you doing with that phone? You fool, they can spy on us with that!'. He grabbed it and threw it off board. My bosses couldn't follow my trace now.
"Then how did you manage to give the coordinates of the base of the movement in Europe?"
"I had the time to send the photo to the first contact which appeared in my list."
