09-01-2018, 04:27 PM
Maximusian Congressional Hall
August 31st - Late Night
As the security guard called out "goodnight" before beginning to lock the front door to the hall, two people rushed out into the night. They were both exhausted from a long day of arguing with other politicians on the Congress floor. Neither of them saw the three figures slowly approaching.
First, the woman, Amanda Flitlieg, the 37 year old prodigal son (daughter really) of the conservative party, suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Her counter-part, 56 year old, Arthur Hordenburry, also a staunch conservative and brilliant political theorist, turned to her to see what was the matter.
"Amanda? Are you alright? You...," he trailed off as he spied the three dark figures approaching. They each held what appeared to be pistols with a piece of PVC attached to the end. Makeshift silencers.
The guard was far more perceptive than the duo. He saw the Amanda's shirt be splattered with blood even before Arthur realized that something was wrong. The guard quickly stepped away from the door, grabbed his radio, and began calling for re-inforcements. Even though the glass door separating the guard from the street was bullet proof, he knew it wouldn't hold.
Crack, Crack.
The guard backed away slowly as the window began to crack. Slowly, the three armed figures began to close on the front door. Slowly firing more shots at the window.
Shcrash!
The front door shattered and the guard went down before he even had a chance to draw his pistol. Two more dark figures moved in from across the street. They all began to open fire in unison as two more disgruntled guards approached. There bodies dropped to the floor, lifeless, as the five figures proceeded into the building. As far as they knew, there was only one dignitary left in the building, along with only a couple of security guards. What they didn't know was that, with his dying breath, Arthur Hordenburry managed to send off a text to the police department. It said one thing: "Congressional Hall NOW!"
August 31st - Late Night
As the security guard called out "goodnight" before beginning to lock the front door to the hall, two people rushed out into the night. They were both exhausted from a long day of arguing with other politicians on the Congress floor. Neither of them saw the three figures slowly approaching.
First, the woman, Amanda Flitlieg, the 37 year old prodigal son (daughter really) of the conservative party, suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Her counter-part, 56 year old, Arthur Hordenburry, also a staunch conservative and brilliant political theorist, turned to her to see what was the matter.
"Amanda? Are you alright? You...," he trailed off as he spied the three dark figures approaching. They each held what appeared to be pistols with a piece of PVC attached to the end. Makeshift silencers.
The guard was far more perceptive than the duo. He saw the Amanda's shirt be splattered with blood even before Arthur realized that something was wrong. The guard quickly stepped away from the door, grabbed his radio, and began calling for re-inforcements. Even though the glass door separating the guard from the street was bullet proof, he knew it wouldn't hold.
Crack, Crack.
The guard backed away slowly as the window began to crack. Slowly, the three armed figures began to close on the front door. Slowly firing more shots at the window.
Shcrash!
The front door shattered and the guard went down before he even had a chance to draw his pistol. Two more dark figures moved in from across the street. They all began to open fire in unison as two more disgruntled guards approached. There bodies dropped to the floor, lifeless, as the five figures proceeded into the building. As far as they knew, there was only one dignitary left in the building, along with only a couple of security guards. What they didn't know was that, with his dying breath, Arthur Hordenburry managed to send off a text to the police department. It said one thing: "Congressional Hall NOW!"