Chapter 12: The Assassination
AN: Good news! The shock from the light bulb and my mother's reaction to it has worn off. I'm still writing in secret, but this is what I do and I'm going to keep at it for as long as possible, as I can't write this over the summer holiday! So, I'm working harder than ever to squeeze it into this last week.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Montgomery said up on the podium. "Members of the diplomatic corps, honored guests. The US. Government wishes to welcome you to Sydney." This met with rounds of applause.
Joanna and Nathan got out of the ocean onto a beach where Joanna shook her head furiously to remove any clinging water particles. A shout came from behind a ridge and four men, heavily armed with K7 Avengers and SuperDragons came round the corner, firing. Nathan took cover and fired his Beretta at two of them. The entire magazine only took out both of their shields. Then, Joanna appeared out of nowhere behind them. They turned to see Joanna smile momentarily and blast them. "Touché," Nathan grinned and tossed the empty Beretta away. The conference hall wasn't too far away, so the took off for it at a run.
"Let us redefine progress." Montgomery said up at the lectern. "That just because we can do a thing, that doesn't presuppose that we must do that thing." Trent Easton's palms were sweaty. He had only had these when he was extremely nervous, even if it didn't show. He hoped that Connor would be able to pull this off, and he would go down as a hero rather than a traitor in the history books. But what did he have to worry about? The one person who could possibly stop them now was freezing in Antarctica, He then saw a single Skedar get up and take a case with him. That was it. All he had to do was sit back and relax while the "Skedar" finished the job.
Wesion, the Skedar who got up walked through the hallways of the hall. The case was light and inconspicuous. He walked up to one of the observation ports and took out a small glasscutter. Within seconds, it had cut a small circular hole in the window. Crinn's voice drifted upwards. "Many speculated about my father's motives. There were those who said he was an idealist, others say he had no choice. If Mahat had not exploded, than quite possibly, his idealism would not have found expression. We are a proud race and we are here because we intend to go on being proud." Wesion began to assemble the Skedar sniper rifle inside the case. It was as accurate as any of the human ones and much more powerful. The name Slaughter S428 was well earned. First the barrel, a metal tube refined for the high intensity laser burst. Then, the stock of additional support. And now, the trigger and the grip. The skeleton butt next and now, at last the laser sight. He leveled the rifle into the hole so that the laser sight and barrel jutted out oh, so very slightly. The alien crosshairs got the head of Clay Montgomery in their sights. Only the slightest pressure on the trigger was necessary. The only thing that could make the shot go wrong was the sniper. He gently pulled the trigger, anticipating the burst and the cry as Montgomery would fall and the new war would begin... Nothing. Oh, yes, but of course. Even Skedar guns had a safety catch. Wesion flipped this off and regained his posture to take Montgomery out.
Joanna and Nathan ran into the conference hall. "As you know," Montgomery said. "Time is of the essence..." Joanna ran through the crowd, pushing people aside. "Mr. President!" She yelled, just noticing the red dot on his heart. She ran for him as Wesion pulled the trigger. Joanna dived for Montgomery as the angry burst of red light shot out...
End of chapter. Suspense city! HAHA HAHA... Sorry. Sometimes my imagination runs away with me. But trust me, the sniper isn't the only problem. Please review.
AN: Good news! The shock from the light bulb and my mother's reaction to it has worn off. I'm still writing in secret, but this is what I do and I'm going to keep at it for as long as possible, as I can't write this over the summer holiday! So, I'm working harder than ever to squeeze it into this last week.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Montgomery said up on the podium. "Members of the diplomatic corps, honored guests. The US. Government wishes to welcome you to Sydney." This met with rounds of applause.
Joanna and Nathan got out of the ocean onto a beach where Joanna shook her head furiously to remove any clinging water particles. A shout came from behind a ridge and four men, heavily armed with K7 Avengers and SuperDragons came round the corner, firing. Nathan took cover and fired his Beretta at two of them. The entire magazine only took out both of their shields. Then, Joanna appeared out of nowhere behind them. They turned to see Joanna smile momentarily and blast them. "Touché," Nathan grinned and tossed the empty Beretta away. The conference hall wasn't too far away, so the took off for it at a run.
"Let us redefine progress." Montgomery said up at the lectern. "That just because we can do a thing, that doesn't presuppose that we must do that thing." Trent Easton's palms were sweaty. He had only had these when he was extremely nervous, even if it didn't show. He hoped that Connor would be able to pull this off, and he would go down as a hero rather than a traitor in the history books. But what did he have to worry about? The one person who could possibly stop them now was freezing in Antarctica, He then saw a single Skedar get up and take a case with him. That was it. All he had to do was sit back and relax while the "Skedar" finished the job.
Wesion, the Skedar who got up walked through the hallways of the hall. The case was light and inconspicuous. He walked up to one of the observation ports and took out a small glasscutter. Within seconds, it had cut a small circular hole in the window. Crinn's voice drifted upwards. "Many speculated about my father's motives. There were those who said he was an idealist, others say he had no choice. If Mahat had not exploded, than quite possibly, his idealism would not have found expression. We are a proud race and we are here because we intend to go on being proud." Wesion began to assemble the Skedar sniper rifle inside the case. It was as accurate as any of the human ones and much more powerful. The name Slaughter S428 was well earned. First the barrel, a metal tube refined for the high intensity laser burst. Then, the stock of additional support. And now, the trigger and the grip. The skeleton butt next and now, at last the laser sight. He leveled the rifle into the hole so that the laser sight and barrel jutted out oh, so very slightly. The alien crosshairs got the head of Clay Montgomery in their sights. Only the slightest pressure on the trigger was necessary. The only thing that could make the shot go wrong was the sniper. He gently pulled the trigger, anticipating the burst and the cry as Montgomery would fall and the new war would begin... Nothing. Oh, yes, but of course. Even Skedar guns had a safety catch. Wesion flipped this off and regained his posture to take Montgomery out.
Joanna and Nathan ran into the conference hall. "As you know," Montgomery said. "Time is of the essence..." Joanna ran through the crowd, pushing people aside. "Mr. President!" She yelled, just noticing the red dot on his heart. She ran for him as Wesion pulled the trigger. Joanna dived for Montgomery as the angry burst of red light shot out...
End of chapter. Suspense city! HAHA HAHA... Sorry. Sometimes my imagination runs away with me. But trust me, the sniper isn't the only problem. Please review.