Order The New World by Dave Raftery
Order of
the New World by Dave Raftery
Laughing
quietly to himself, he peered out over the ledge, and onto the
expansive grassy field. A helicopter was steadily descending, the
massive force of the spinning rotors pushing down, parted the
grass below. Men in black suits flooded the field the moment the
chopper touched down. Filing up to form a human corridor leading
from the sliding door of the now static vehicle.
He checked his ammo. There was enough for his job. But only just.
He had been preparing for this moment for over a year now. It was
at that time that it had all gotten out of hand. The confusion,
the frustration, the anger caused by just one man. The President
of the United States. He just couldnt stand it anymore, there was
only one way to stop the destruction of his beloved nation.
Assassination.
The rifle he was carrying had a telescopic sight with it. If he
used a laser sight, he would never get the job done, it was too
easy to spot. He would just have to rely on far too many day's
practise at the gallery. And he would only have a few seconds to
get his whole supply out. There was no way he was gonna screw
this one up.
He loaded the sharp-tipped bullets into the rifle. All 10. They
would all be in the President's body within a second, with luck
through his heart. Death may not be sudden, but it would be
inevitable.
The door on the chopper slid open. A man in a sombre gray suit
stepped out, carrying a leash that held a small dog by his side.
The President paused for a moment to salute the agents as a
whole, and then he continued on through the path. The time was
now.
It was only seconds, but it felt like hours. He pulled the rifle
up onto the ledge, lined up his victim in his sights, took a
moment to get the best possible shot, and then pulled back on the
trigger.
The loudest, most defining noise he had heard in his life, and
the President's brains were splattered across the front of the
helicopter.
The agents looked around panicky for a moment, but soon found the
location of him, the shooter. 20 agents descended onto him. He
put up no resistance. They each shot him 10 times. His bullet
riddled corpse was dragged out of the apartment later.
Only seconds after the shooting, another man in an identical gray
suit stepped out of the chopper, by his side an identical dog.
"Idiot." said the President of the United States, as he
stepped past his clone's corpse, and on to the meeting to sign
the control of the Justice Department to a private company.