With the tires making a loud screeching noise, the caravan of motor cars, speed away in a furious race to the Town Hall, where the Town councilors expect them for a reception. The drivers are at this point, flooring it, as they make their way through the old city. After the incident, they were ordered not to stop, anywhere until they reached the Town Hall. Left behind among the screams of shear horror, is a scene of chaos and death. Everyone inside the vehicles is terrified and in a state of panic, at what had just occurred. One of the cars is actually sent to the ‘Garrison Hospital’, after the outrage, because of some injuries.
Once arriving at the Town Hall, the car doors fling open, revealing the Emperor’s nephew extremely angry and frightened. The Town councilors, with the Mayor at the head, which awaited them, are not aware of the incident. As the Archduke, (title given to the Emperor’s nephew almost 40 years earlier) appears, the Mayor begins his address of welcome, when the Archduke interrupts him angrily saying, “Herr Burgermeister, it is perfectly outrageous!!! We have come to your city on a visit and have had a BOMB thrown at us.”
The Archduke pauses for a moment, and then says: “Now you may go on.” Thereupon, the Mayor delivers his address and the Archduke makes a suitable reply.
After the reception, the Archduke is informed that the perpetrator has been caught. For the first time since the incident the Archduke is able to crack a smile. "Hang him as soon as you can”, is his only reply. Now more collected, he insists on visiting his assistant at the Garrison Hospital, whom had been injured in the bomb attack. Inside the safety of his motor car, he remarks to his wife, “you know I was thinking about getting this particular assistant replaced anyway. This terrorist act might just be a blessing in disguise, hee hee.”
“Now that’s just evil”, his wife responds in a playful voice. “I’m glad to see you more calm now.”
“Of course, I feel better now that, that scum has been arrested, can you imagine if my country were to lose such a great man and the heir to the throne”, responds the Archduke in typical narcissistic fashion.
As they leave in their motor cars, the powers that be, decide to change the route, which is to take them to the Hospital. The cavalcade makes their way back down the Appel Quay, without any concern since the assassin has been captured and probably getting the beating of his life, right about now. After crossing one bridge, they arrive at a second bridge, however the first car, followed by the Archduke’s car turns to the right instead of the left, because the drivers have not been informed of the change in plan. The cars behind in the caravan begin to slam on their horns and then some began yelling, “You’re going the wrong way! Turn around!” Inside the second car, the Archduke listens to the screams and begins to yell at his driver, “You imbecile, you are taking us the wrong way. Back up and take us through the new route, you low-wage, uneducated, ****.” His wife, concerned over his temper responds, “relax it was just a simple wrong turn.”
As the Archduke’s car backs up, a young, thin, baby-faced man not older than 20 years old appears and pulls out a handgun……..BANG!, BANG! Two quick shots in rapid succession aim directly at the Archduke’s vehicle. The first shot strikes the Archduke’s wife in the abdomen, while the second hits the Archduke in the neck and pierces his jugular vein. Blood pours out uncontrollably and soon the windows of the car, appear with a red tint. The Archduke’s wife becomes unconscious immediately and falls across the knees of her husband, her dress now completely soaked in blood. The Archduke also loses consciousness in a few seconds, his head pulls back, his face looking up at the interior lining of the car. Blood, slowly begins to fill in his mouth and throat, clogging his breathing, he begins to choke. The motor car, in which they are seated, drives straight to the Cognacs, where an army surgeon renders first aid, but it’s all in vain.
As word spreads of the shooting and assassination throughout the city, the locals can only reply with….”ZIVIO!!!, ZIVIO!!!”
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1 Week later:
After weeks of cool temperature, it finally appears that the long awaited summer season has begun. On this early July day, the sun reveals itself, warmer than usual. The flowers are in full bloom and outdoor festivals are abound. The beaches are packed, as the citizenry breathes in the warm breezes of the shore. Women have long ditched their heavy winter coats, for more relaxing clothing, showing off their figures. It’s also perfect for the kids, out of school they spend their time playing with their friends. Yes, throughout the streets of Europe, from Paris to Berlin, Vienna to Moscow and many more, the children let out screams of joy. But it won’t be long now, when they will be screaming out of terror.
Meanwhile, aboard the "Hohenzollern" yacht looking out toward the waters of the Kattegat strait is our ‘Dear Leader’ trying to shield his face from the sun. He has deep regrets for being decked out in a military uniform, on such a warm day. But his biggest concern is, if the people at his party are aware of his discomfort. He and everyone else are in a somewhat somber mood, as they head for the Norwegian coast. A great friend has been assassinated, just a mere week ago. Adding to the grief is the fact that he is unable to attend the funeral, due to security concerns.
He is 55 years old and very tired, due to the long busy day he had yesterday. As he picks up a glass of Mosel wine with his right hand, he has no second thoughts, or worries about the decisions he took less than 24 hours ago. Our leader is oblivious to the fact, that yesterday, he sentenced us all to war.
Once arriving at the Town Hall, the car doors fling open, revealing the Emperor’s nephew extremely angry and frightened. The Town councilors, with the Mayor at the head, which awaited them, are not aware of the incident. As the Archduke, (title given to the Emperor’s nephew almost 40 years earlier) appears, the Mayor begins his address of welcome, when the Archduke interrupts him angrily saying, “Herr Burgermeister, it is perfectly outrageous!!! We have come to your city on a visit and have had a BOMB thrown at us.”
The Archduke pauses for a moment, and then says: “Now you may go on.” Thereupon, the Mayor delivers his address and the Archduke makes a suitable reply.
After the reception, the Archduke is informed that the perpetrator has been caught. For the first time since the incident the Archduke is able to crack a smile. "Hang him as soon as you can”, is his only reply. Now more collected, he insists on visiting his assistant at the Garrison Hospital, whom had been injured in the bomb attack. Inside the safety of his motor car, he remarks to his wife, “you know I was thinking about getting this particular assistant replaced anyway. This terrorist act might just be a blessing in disguise, hee hee.”
“Now that’s just evil”, his wife responds in a playful voice. “I’m glad to see you more calm now.”
“Of course, I feel better now that, that scum has been arrested, can you imagine if my country were to lose such a great man and the heir to the throne”, responds the Archduke in typical narcissistic fashion.
As they leave in their motor cars, the powers that be, decide to change the route, which is to take them to the Hospital. The cavalcade makes their way back down the Appel Quay, without any concern since the assassin has been captured and probably getting the beating of his life, right about now. After crossing one bridge, they arrive at a second bridge, however the first car, followed by the Archduke’s car turns to the right instead of the left, because the drivers have not been informed of the change in plan. The cars behind in the caravan begin to slam on their horns and then some began yelling, “You’re going the wrong way! Turn around!” Inside the second car, the Archduke listens to the screams and begins to yell at his driver, “You imbecile, you are taking us the wrong way. Back up and take us through the new route, you low-wage, uneducated, ****.” His wife, concerned over his temper responds, “relax it was just a simple wrong turn.”
As the Archduke’s car backs up, a young, thin, baby-faced man not older than 20 years old appears and pulls out a handgun……..BANG!, BANG! Two quick shots in rapid succession aim directly at the Archduke’s vehicle. The first shot strikes the Archduke’s wife in the abdomen, while the second hits the Archduke in the neck and pierces his jugular vein. Blood pours out uncontrollably and soon the windows of the car, appear with a red tint. The Archduke’s wife becomes unconscious immediately and falls across the knees of her husband, her dress now completely soaked in blood. The Archduke also loses consciousness in a few seconds, his head pulls back, his face looking up at the interior lining of the car. Blood, slowly begins to fill in his mouth and throat, clogging his breathing, he begins to choke. The motor car, in which they are seated, drives straight to the Cognacs, where an army surgeon renders first aid, but it’s all in vain.
As word spreads of the shooting and assassination throughout the city, the locals can only reply with….”ZIVIO!!!, ZIVIO!!!”
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1 Week later:
After weeks of cool temperature, it finally appears that the long awaited summer season has begun. On this early July day, the sun reveals itself, warmer than usual. The flowers are in full bloom and outdoor festivals are abound. The beaches are packed, as the citizenry breathes in the warm breezes of the shore. Women have long ditched their heavy winter coats, for more relaxing clothing, showing off their figures. It’s also perfect for the kids, out of school they spend their time playing with their friends. Yes, throughout the streets of Europe, from Paris to Berlin, Vienna to Moscow and many more, the children let out screams of joy. But it won’t be long now, when they will be screaming out of terror.
Meanwhile, aboard the "Hohenzollern" yacht looking out toward the waters of the Kattegat strait is our ‘Dear Leader’ trying to shield his face from the sun. He has deep regrets for being decked out in a military uniform, on such a warm day. But his biggest concern is, if the people at his party are aware of his discomfort. He and everyone else are in a somewhat somber mood, as they head for the Norwegian coast. A great friend has been assassinated, just a mere week ago. Adding to the grief is the fact that he is unable to attend the funeral, due to security concerns.
He is 55 years old and very tired, due to the long busy day he had yesterday. As he picks up a glass of Mosel wine with his right hand, he has no second thoughts, or worries about the decisions he took less than 24 hours ago. Our leader is oblivious to the fact, that yesterday, he sentenced us all to war.
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