If you think the end is nigh... you are so wrong... so so wrong...


Chapter Six - Gunned Down

The blades of the helicopter thudded through the air and glided easily over the sea, the letters "CNN" painted clearly on the side.

Bloody Americans Alex muttered as it passed overhead. He knew this wouldn't end well, probably with the deaths of a few CNN reporters.

A bunch of ignorant, Americans had ignored the US's warnings and had gone to try and get footage of the rebels.

Big mistake.

The nose of the chopper dipped and the helicopter crew began videoing. The cameraman looked into the lens in time to see a missile, blasting full speed towards them. "SH-!" the helicopter exploded in a fist of fire. Black smoke curling into the sky. The blades stopped and the helicopter plummeted into the jungle…

Alex watched, the helicopter was plummeting into the jungle… there was only one problem. It was plummeting towards him.

"Ooooh hell…" he shouted, running. The helicopter crashed down behind him and exploded once again. The blades came loose and whipped through the air, Alex threw himself to the ground just as the blades past over his head… another second and they would have sliced him in half.

"They don't get much closer than that…" he muttered, writhing on the floor, trying to pull a piece of shrapnel from his leg. There was a tearing sound and is came free, the piece of metal was at least five inches long, and it hurt, badly.

He limped to his feet, he must look a mess. His camouflage was tattered and ripped, he had a large, sodden bandage that was wet through with blood and he now had a dripping hole in his leg.

And to make matters worse, as he walked into the jungle, a few minutes later… he came across a large wooden wall…


the stock market crash is due to- Oh my… new reports on the presidential kidnapping…a CNN helicopter, apparently trying to gather video footage of the rebels has been shot down!…All of the crew have been killed…


"You were warned. And now you shall pay the price…" The man threatened down the phone.

"But-" Click. The rebel placed the phone on the hook and dialled another number, this one directed at a hotel near the pentagon. After a few seconds waiting, a man picked up the phone.

"Fire." A solitary word muttered down the handset. The phone hung up on the other end.


In the hotel next to the pentagon, the man had received his signal. He lifted the mattress up that lay on his bed and tugged a briefcase out from beneath it. He dropped it to the floor and changed all of the codes. He put his hand into his mouth and pulled a key that was concealed under his tongue. He placed this key in each of the locks and opened them up individually, pulling out the compact missile launcher, which lay within.

He stood up and walked to the window, where he aimed his missile launcher at The Pentagon building. He pulled the trigger.

The missile blasted out of the launcher and whipped across the street. It drooped down right until the moment when it reached the pentagon, and then it shot right up. It ascended into the skies, did a small turn and then blasted back down into the centre of the building. It exploded right in the centre of the building…

The rebel smiled. The man behind the missile launcher smiled. The whole world didn't.


the BIGGEST terrorist attack has just destroyed almost the whole Pentagon building…

whoever is behind this dastardly deed…

terrorists…

have…

struck…


"Set up the sacrifice. I want the president killed within two hours."