"...MEANS NECESSARY. MESSAGE REPEATS: BY ORDER OF THE EXECUTIVE COUNCIL, MARTIAL LAW WILL BE IMPOSED THROUGHOUT THIS AREA AT 7:30 PM PRECISELY. ANYBODY REMAINING ON THE STREETS AT THAT TIME WILL BE REMOVED BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. MESSAGE REPEATS..."
At this point the loudspeakermessage cut off; the speakers crackled for a few seconds, then a new voice could be heard.
"BY ORDER OF THE EXECUTIVE COUNCIL, AMRTIAL ALW IS NOW IN EFFECT IN THIS AREA. ALL CITIZENS MUST LEAVE THE STREETS IMMEDIATELY, OR RISK BEING FORCIBLY REMOVED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."
That message complete, the speakers shut off, and at last there was some silence, much to the relief of the soldiers now driving through the streets in their APCs.
"About time, too," Corporal Browning grumbled, "that was worse than being attacked with a sonic pulsar. Should we be getting out, Sarge?"
"Yep. Driver, stop. Lads, be careful getting out, and wait for my order before you do anything."
The ten soldiers in the squad clambered down the front ramp to the APC and stood in loose formation amidst the crowds of angry rioters. Some had left in response to the endless warning broadcasts, but others were still there and ready for a fight - their APC had been hit by dozens of stones and bottles thrown from the crowds, and had several times had difficulty avoiding crushing people beneath it's treads.
Up and down the long street the soldiers could see members of other squads dismounting and forming up as well. Within a few minutes, there were fifty soldiers positioned along it, surrounded by rioters who had no intention of leaving but at the same time didn't want to approach the soldiers and their plethora of weaponry.
This state of tension held for a few minutes before it broke. The loudspeakers crackled again to deliver a final warning, but before it could begin, the sound of a gunshot came from the enxt street, followed by several more, and then the deafening crackle of heavy machine-gun. At this, the rioters surged forward, and whatever the loudspeakers were going to say was lost over the roar of gunfire as the soldiers fired for all they were worth.
* * *
"It's begun, sir," remarked a Presidential aide, stating the obvious. They could all hear the chatter over the commlinks against a background of automatic weapon fire and the screams of the dying. Arrayende nodded, almost imperceptibly, listening absently to the rest of the Council whispering about events on this or that street corner. He looked up when Andreas Von weiser's personal assitant Serena Fredersen walked over and dropped a sheet of paper in front of him, summarizing relevant foreign events. Arrayende examined it carefully, thinking.
"Right, so... Jackson wants to send their troops as peacekeepers... Serena, tell Weiser to politely - politely, I say - refuse their offer. They might interfere excessively... there doesn't seem to be much else of itnerest. How's the suppression going?"
"From what the others are saying, it's working pretty effectively, for the most part. The rioeters are running for the hills currently, and the fighting is only continuing in a handful of spots where the crowds were particularly tough or thick and the troops are having problems overcoming them. Reinforcements are being mvoed into these areas to finish the job..."
"Good, good... tell the others I want the bodies and the blood cleaned off the streets by dawn tommorow - and turn off the streetlights. It wouldn't do for the country to wake up to streets filled with corpses..."
"Good thinking, sir. I'll tell the others directly."
Arrayende looked down at the desk in front of him again, but snapped back up again as the intercom phone buzzed.
"Hello, President Arrayende here."
"Mr. President, this is Lieutenant Nathan Deschamps, calling from central Geelong. I have six foreign journalists here, including two from Alecrast. What should we do with them?"
'Damn... never thought of that, for some reason,' Arrayende thought, 'so, what should we do with them? Ah, yes...'
"Lieutenant, take them into protective custody. I don't want them getting hurt, and anyway it wouldn't do for them to broadcast iamges of what happened tonight. Confiscate any film or photos they may have in their possession, and turn it over to the MSS. They'll deal with it appropriately."
"Right you are, sir."
The intercom went dead, and Arrayende went back to listening to the chatter of the commlinks and of his advisers.
'This is going better than I expected...' he mused, 'just hope the international community doesn't explode when they find out...'
At this point the loudspeakermessage cut off; the speakers crackled for a few seconds, then a new voice could be heard.
"BY ORDER OF THE EXECUTIVE COUNCIL, AMRTIAL ALW IS NOW IN EFFECT IN THIS AREA. ALL CITIZENS MUST LEAVE THE STREETS IMMEDIATELY, OR RISK BEING FORCIBLY REMOVED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."
That message complete, the speakers shut off, and at last there was some silence, much to the relief of the soldiers now driving through the streets in their APCs.
"About time, too," Corporal Browning grumbled, "that was worse than being attacked with a sonic pulsar. Should we be getting out, Sarge?"
"Yep. Driver, stop. Lads, be careful getting out, and wait for my order before you do anything."
The ten soldiers in the squad clambered down the front ramp to the APC and stood in loose formation amidst the crowds of angry rioters. Some had left in response to the endless warning broadcasts, but others were still there and ready for a fight - their APC had been hit by dozens of stones and bottles thrown from the crowds, and had several times had difficulty avoiding crushing people beneath it's treads.
Up and down the long street the soldiers could see members of other squads dismounting and forming up as well. Within a few minutes, there were fifty soldiers positioned along it, surrounded by rioters who had no intention of leaving but at the same time didn't want to approach the soldiers and their plethora of weaponry.
This state of tension held for a few minutes before it broke. The loudspeakers crackled again to deliver a final warning, but before it could begin, the sound of a gunshot came from the enxt street, followed by several more, and then the deafening crackle of heavy machine-gun. At this, the rioters surged forward, and whatever the loudspeakers were going to say was lost over the roar of gunfire as the soldiers fired for all they were worth.
* * *
"It's begun, sir," remarked a Presidential aide, stating the obvious. They could all hear the chatter over the commlinks against a background of automatic weapon fire and the screams of the dying. Arrayende nodded, almost imperceptibly, listening absently to the rest of the Council whispering about events on this or that street corner. He looked up when Andreas Von weiser's personal assitant Serena Fredersen walked over and dropped a sheet of paper in front of him, summarizing relevant foreign events. Arrayende examined it carefully, thinking.
"Right, so... Jackson wants to send their troops as peacekeepers... Serena, tell Weiser to politely - politely, I say - refuse their offer. They might interfere excessively... there doesn't seem to be much else of itnerest. How's the suppression going?"
"From what the others are saying, it's working pretty effectively, for the most part. The rioeters are running for the hills currently, and the fighting is only continuing in a handful of spots where the crowds were particularly tough or thick and the troops are having problems overcoming them. Reinforcements are being mvoed into these areas to finish the job..."
"Good, good... tell the others I want the bodies and the blood cleaned off the streets by dawn tommorow - and turn off the streetlights. It wouldn't do for the country to wake up to streets filled with corpses..."
"Good thinking, sir. I'll tell the others directly."
Arrayende looked down at the desk in front of him again, but snapped back up again as the intercom phone buzzed.
"Hello, President Arrayende here."
"Mr. President, this is Lieutenant Nathan Deschamps, calling from central Geelong. I have six foreign journalists here, including two from Alecrast. What should we do with them?"
'Damn... never thought of that, for some reason,' Arrayende thought, 'so, what should we do with them? Ah, yes...'
"Lieutenant, take them into protective custody. I don't want them getting hurt, and anyway it wouldn't do for them to broadcast iamges of what happened tonight. Confiscate any film or photos they may have in their possession, and turn it over to the MSS. They'll deal with it appropriately."
"Right you are, sir."
The intercom went dead, and Arrayende went back to listening to the chatter of the commlinks and of his advisers.
'This is going better than I expected...' he mused, 'just hope the international community doesn't explode when they find out...'
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