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The Streets of Provincetown in South Kaijan where alive as Martin Gonzalez walked down the street. All the tourists had gone back to the resorts down the coast, and the locals relaxed after selling the tourists overpriced goods all day. Martin had just come from his home at La Gastronomia Hills; he had left his car at home instead of taking a van. Inside the van was his passport and a flag for his group the Imperial League For Free Kaijan, or ILFOV, which was a weapon, a particle implosion bomb, or PIB. It was the group’s bargaining tool and their biggest weapon. If used it would explode with Hundreds of Megatons of force, then implode in on itself causing more damage. But before all that Martin had do cause terror to put their names out there. He walked around coffee shops and cafes and then through the alleyways and into the main square. Every day, locals would sell everything from fish out at sea to coral and shells to cheap knockoff handbags.
He walked across the square to the Hotel Provincetown. The hotel had 9 floors and he would not leave until all the targets were dead. He had spent days looking at the room numbers and locating his targets. He walked past the parked cars and into the drop-off lane.
He entered the hotel. In his jacket was a CC-22 pistol, the only pistol that was legal in the country. The other weapons were a 99O Machine Gun and an F-12 Rocket Launcher in his briefcase. He also had a janitor’s uniform over all of this as he approached the front desk. He showed the desk clerk his badge.
“Go ahead-- there is some heavy-duty stuff on the 3rd floor.” He took the elevator up to the 3rd floor, where his most important target would be. He moved down the hallway, pulling out his pistol. He knocked on the door and said “Housekeeping”. As soon as his target got to the door, Martin saw he was targeting a government official. He took out his pistol and fired it into his first target’s arm, and then into a second target’s chest. The next room was larger, and he used his machine gun to take out the multiple targets inside. Every time he hit a target he thought of all his dead Kajian Revolutionary comrades and the various people who helped take them out. Some in fact were in this hotel. He turned the corner and saw a police officer and took him out as well. When he ran into non-targets he would knock them out with the butt of his pistol and move on. Martin was a black belt in kung fu and knew what he was doing. However, on the 4th floor, he ran into a nontarget who fought back. He seemed to be a kung fu master. Martin was out of bullets, so he ran up to the 6th floor where his main target was. Robert Von Mark was a businessman who built missiles for the Slokasian Government. By the time he got to his room, 10 security guards stood in his way. He took out his RPG and fired into the crowd. It blasted them back out the window and left a giant hole in the floor. Then he saw Von Mark and took him out. He jumped into a hay bale on the back of a friend's truck as they sped away. Behind them, police vehicles were in hot pursuit.
“Tell Liang to do it,” the driver said.
Martin got out the laptop and began talking with Liang in Langa. “Tekka Comra Sha Ahmer Kun Lamok.” (Hello, Comrade. Pull the button and get out).
Martin turned to the rest of the crew “Let the world burn. Long live the movement!”
<t>The Federation of Slokais Islands- fighting for freedom and democracy</t>