Section 2
The assasination
By now, the government was controlled by a thirteen year old. He owned everything from the candy bar factory to the nail in the wall. He sent soldiers to crack down on “insolent” behavior. They were jailed, fined, or shot on the spot. Those soldiers were in every possible place in the world. There were in the sky and even in each neighborhood. Everyone lived in fear of being shot. No one went to the park or the ice cream shop. No shop was safe. Each store, no matter what, was required to remove anything “happy”, and there could not be any color on menus, trays, and even plates. No one could be happy. At one point, there was a raid on a house whose owners were playing games. They were shot and the house was nuked. No one cared about this incident and everyone was acting normal.
The mysterious soldier was now climbing the government building that housed the kid president. No security was present outside, and it was easy to infiltrate the roof. The mysterious soldier was wearing sniper gear. The sniper was a .50 cal that shot a armor piercing, exploding, and spray shell. The mysterious soldier located the kid, and he set down his gun. He aimed directly at the kids head, and pulled the trigger.
Seconds later, if the kid were to know, he would know that his last moments of bretathing was when he was taking a bite out of his steak. His head was blown to smitherins and he was knocked into the ground and he was stuck there. The security immediately started barking to one another. But it was no use. The mysterious soldier pulled the switch to “fully automatic” and started peppering the windows. Most of the shots hit their targets. Guards dropped like flies and then, almost immediately, came the swat team, the fbi, the cia, the military, the marines, and the counter sniper team. The only thing the mysterious soldier did was adjust the gun. By pulling switches and levers, his gun turned into a assault rifle. It looked like one, but it had a larger muzzle. Pretty soon, the soldier started cleaning out the room with the gun.
At the end of the skirmish, the vehicles returned without a scratch. But not so of those who entered the building. This was soldiers 150th cartridge. He rammed another one into the breech and another guard got a mouthful of dust. The window the soldier was shooting through was gone, and the soldier picked out the best vehicle, and drove away to a hidden location.
