Execution
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It was a snowy Saturday morning.
He was brought out on to the execution pad.
The smell of death lay heavily upon that place.
The blood-stained snow crunched under the boots of the soldiers and Johnny Sng.
The cursed man looked wearily at the big clock. 11.18a.m. 17 more minutes left in his fleeting life.
He remembered the time when the very people cleaning the rifles, dressed in their smart and crisp uniforms, had fought and trained beside him. He saw his particular friend, Sergent Ang, wiping the tears from his eyes. And Private Ho, Lieutanent Lee...
He remembered the night, 2.13a.m, 12th April, year 3067A.D, outside base camp. Exactly one year ago. He met a friendly young lad. He held on himself no arms, but had a suitcase, and was smartly dressed. He had thought him a young and sprouting entrepreneur. Little did he know...
11.20a.m. 15 more minutes.
The 22-year-old lad approached him with the suitcase. He said that there was three million confederal planet dollars in it. More was to come if he followed his instructions.Three million dollars is a lot of money. Confederal planet currency was universal. Literally.
11.25a.m. 10 more minutes.
All he had to do to get that money was to commit treason. Johnny was reluctant at first, but when the lad offered many rich men's names... He couldn't resist. All he had to was to bomb three key facilities. Easy, for an experienced sabotuer such as Johnny.
11.30a.m. 5 more minutes.
Problem: He was trying to bomb the very people who had trained him. The three military facilities were Chemical, Nuclear and Biological Weapon Development facilities. Easy, Johnny thought. Until he remembered what his favourite teacher had thought him:-
11.32a.m. 3 more minutes.
-"Always know your enemy as well as yourself. This will ensure victory in everything you do.-
11.33a.m. 2 more minutes.
That is also the motto of our armed forces." He had been taught that as his first lesson.
11.34a.m. 60 more seconds.
Johnny knew all about the Army.
11:34:30a.m. 30 more seconds.
He had been in it all his life.
11:34:40a.m. 20 more seconds.
He had gone through countless self-evaluation tests.
11:34:50a.m. 10 more seconds.
What could possibly go wrong?
11:34:55a.m. 5 more seconds.
Or so he thought
11:34:57a.m. 3 more seconds.
The Army Knew everything about him.
2 seconds.
"Load and aim!"
He braced himself.
1 second.
"Ready..."
Johnny uttered his last prayer.
Zero.
"Fire!"
"Squish...splash...thud."
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It was a snowy Saturday morning.
He was brought out on to the execution pad.
The smell of death lay heavily upon that place.
The blood-stained snow crunched under the boots of the soldiers and Johnny Sng.
The cursed man looked wearily at the big clock. 11.18a.m. 17 more minutes left in his fleeting life.
He remembered the time when the very people cleaning the rifles, dressed in their smart and crisp uniforms, had fought and trained beside him. He saw his particular friend, Sergent Ang, wiping the tears from his eyes. And Private Ho, Lieutanent Lee...
He remembered the night, 2.13a.m, 12th April, year 3067A.D, outside base camp. Exactly one year ago. He met a friendly young lad. He held on himself no arms, but had a suitcase, and was smartly dressed. He had thought him a young and sprouting entrepreneur. Little did he know...
11.20a.m. 15 more minutes.
The 22-year-old lad approached him with the suitcase. He said that there was three million confederal planet dollars in it. More was to come if he followed his instructions.Three million dollars is a lot of money. Confederal planet currency was universal. Literally.
11.25a.m. 10 more minutes.
All he had to do to get that money was to commit treason. Johnny was reluctant at first, but when the lad offered many rich men's names... He couldn't resist. All he had to was to bomb three key facilities. Easy, for an experienced sabotuer such as Johnny.
11.30a.m. 5 more minutes.
Problem: He was trying to bomb the very people who had trained him. The three military facilities were Chemical, Nuclear and Biological Weapon Development facilities. Easy, Johnny thought. Until he remembered what his favourite teacher had thought him:-
11.32a.m. 3 more minutes.
-"Always know your enemy as well as yourself. This will ensure victory in everything you do.-
11.33a.m. 2 more minutes.
That is also the motto of our armed forces." He had been taught that as his first lesson.
11.34a.m. 60 more seconds.
Johnny knew all about the Army.
11:34:30a.m. 30 more seconds.
He had been in it all his life.
11:34:40a.m. 20 more seconds.
He had gone through countless self-evaluation tests.
11:34:50a.m. 10 more seconds.
What could possibly go wrong?
11:34:55a.m. 5 more seconds.
Or so he thought
11:34:57a.m. 3 more seconds.
The Army Knew everything about him.
2 seconds.
"Load and aim!"
He braced himself.
1 second.
"Ready..."
Johnny uttered his last prayer.
Zero.
"Fire!"
"Squish...splash...thud."