TERRA EMPIRE: ON THE EVE OF WORLD WAR
Episode 36: EXCLUSIVE NEWS
Abel Felaini had just finished working on the material to be uploaded for the news tomorrow on the company portal when her phone vibrated. He saw the number on the screen. The number was unknown to him. Usually he never mengubris call from a foreign number, but this time it was decided to lift it, “Halo? Abel Felaini here, who is this?”
“So that's your name now?” the voice behind the phone instead responded with scorn. “Halo, Abel Felaini..or need I call your name Abel Hisram?”
Abel Felaini was silent for a while, it felt like this voice was no stranger, he had heard it from a time in his past, “Amir?”
“Yes, I am Amir Bin Khalif!”
Abel was shocked to hear the name, he turned spontaneously to the left, and relieved that most of the employees in the place had left the workplace, “Have not heard from you for a long time, man! You must have contacted me not just want to ask me how I am, right?”
“It looks like you've been an American for too long so forget the eastern custom, Abel?” scold people on the phone.
“Not long enough to forget what you guys did so I have to get out of there as fast as possible,” Abel Felaini said.
“I'm not among those who believe that you did just that..”.
“Yeah, that's why I still want to talk to you.”
“Always be sentimental like Abel Hisram I used to know.”
“So tell me what is this about, Amir?”
“I'm here..in San Francisco..do you have any news about us?”
“What other mess did you guys make?” the instinct of the trained journalist immediately kissed the news that should not be missed.
“SFPD can greatly withstand this from your olfactory, media crew. But how long will this last?”
“In San Francisco where are you exactly now?” the man hurriedly picked up a notebook to take note of the important things from his conversation.
“Machina Factory.
Abel Felaini frowning, “Machina Factory in Brisbane? Jesus, do you want to kill Duncan Tramp?”
“Not! Her father..”
“Howard Tramp? President Howard Tramp?” Abel was shocked to hear that answer, “I didn't know that he was going to visit San Francisco.”
“Only few people know that information.”
“Then you guys went there for..” suddenly Abel Felaini bak got a reasonable answer in his mind. “All this is because of the problem in Abadan, isn't it?”
“You know I never asked the reason for the mission I had to carry out,” Amir Bin Khalif replied. “Only, I guess I will fail because that jerk guy managed to escape.”
Abel Felaini cheered in his heart, his guess was right.This is really big news and still fresh. Being the person who received the news directly from the first source, the****** itself, is like getting lucky from the sky.
‘President Tramp Congratulations from Attack *****’, that's the title of the news that has been imagined in his mind…it's just strange that Amir Bin Khalif contacted him just to let him know his failure in a country he hated.
“I listened..” Abel said indifferently, he did not want his old friend to be selling expensive when responded enthusiastically.
“And how do you want to do that?”
“Write in your article, ****** that holding thirty hostages at Machina Factory will kill them one by one, every half hour, he said, if President Tramp does not return and turn himself in exchange for their lives.”
“Do you really mean what you say?” Abel.
“I shot dead one person as soon as your helicopter went carrying the mad President,” said Amir Bin Khalif lightly.
“Thirty people? That means fifteen more hours?”
“I'm a generous person, Hisram! It doesn't take fifteen hours if your President really thinks about the safety of his people.”
“And if he does not return to Machina Factory, he will be labeled as a coward who does not care for his people. That's what you want, isn't it?”
“I can fail to kill physically, but I don't give up on killing his image.”
“In other words, you canvbe humiliated but you also want to humiliate him.”
“As the old saying goes, ivory can not be replaced by horns.only the head with his eyeball.”.
“Yeah, as you said.” Abel Hisram muttered slowly, weighing everything before deciding on a position. The idea of a news headline about a President who managed to escape from an ambush****** in a research laboratory in San Francisco has replaced other more provocative titles such as, ‘Tramp Tega Leaves Thirty Civilians Killed at Machina Factory’ or ‘No Heed Lawsuits *****, Tramp Let Thirty Civilians be Victims’. “…I think that would be something interesting for some people. Only a few people.”.
“Do not be too naive to judge the government of your new country! We know your voice is split for that person.”
“I don't think you're interested in hearing the political situation in someone else's country.”
“You will be surprised..”.
“You promise you will give the news exclusively to me?”
“Only you are a person I know in this country, Hisram..”.
“OK, then tell me everything..”.
Abel Felaini listened to the sentence after sentence that his old friend, Amir Bin Khalif, had said on the phone, while noting it without pause while elsewhere Jordan Cross and Lana McQueen also observed when the men who were chasing the Head of Security Team finally returned.
The face of the Chief of Security was so clear when he was carried by the crew of the SFPD with his hands tied back. Some of his men who were in pursuit also bowed lethargic, perhaps because they felt ashamed that the leader could act out of control.
Without making a sound, the police loaded the man into the SFPD patrol car that remained intact. The police told Tim to sit quietly in the back of the car and take time to reflect on the crazy things he did just now.
Lieutenant Mills, Jack Higgins, and Bill Sandford also returned to the place, the three arriving later with haggard faces. The pressure of course was on Lieutenant Mills' shoulders completely because the two Secret Service agents no longer had the burden of their obligations. The president has succeeded in securing them.pointer, and the presence of both may only provide assistance in its own right, or perhaps no more than the audience like Jordan, Lana, and Professor McQueen.
Despite not knowing exactly what happened at the helicopter landing site, Jordan still accompanies Professor McQueen and Lana in the original place, but he realizes the Team Security Chief failed to stop President Tramp who has now gone far. The helicopter took off quietly and shortly after, Carl Trish met his end.
A few minutes ago everyone here heard the second gun. Up there, Jordan clearly saw sparks splashing along with the eruption, followed by the silhouette of a collapsed human body. No need to explain who shot and who collapsed. Professor McQueen roared furiously, not accepting his assistant having such an unlucky fate. She moans slowly, “How much more must die?”
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