TERRA EMPIRE: ON THE EVE OF WORLD WAR
Episode 7: EYE FOR EYE, TOOTH FOR TOOTH
“Tell me honestly, are you satisfied with the results of the conversation?” asked Prefect Cointa so the woman and Mr. Janus is already outside the White House and on his way to the helipad.
Mr Expression. Janus had already given the woman an answer but she replied diplomatically, “At least we have got Tramp's promise not to launch his nuclear bullet.”
“You know he's a man who likes to break promises.”
“Maybe in terms of doing business or its policy to the public. But to us, so far he still follows the rules of the system, right?”
“It feels so,” the woman admits with a heavy heart, “I can't believe she negotiated with us.”
Mr. Janus shrugged, “He grew up in a democracy. Entrepreneurs too. That's their custom.”
“That jerk is really like a nut forgetting his skin,” the nagging Prefect Cointa. “Did he forget that we put him in his throne seat?”
“Therefore I believe you are able to overcome that one, Clementine!” Mr. Janus responded. “In this case we still need him, and he needs us.”
“I'll cut off his head with my own hands if he breaks his promise.”
Mr. Janus laughed at Clementine Cointa.
That was the conversation that took place before he parted with Mr. Janus, obviously there is still a lot of dissatisfaction perched in the hearts of the two of them after the meeting with Howard Tramp. In the end he also had to clean up ‘sampah’ dumped by the American President in this place.
An atmosphere of mourning filled the entire city, prayers echoing from loudspeakers across the mosque in Tehran echoed in all directions since the woman was present on the city streets. In the Arabic prayer several times he heard the name Sulaimandi inserted, and the hope that the hero will get the reward of peace in heaven in accordance with the deeds he has given for the country.
Like a hero, Sulaimandi received an extraordinary funeral tribute, the procession accompanied the coffin carried by young selected soldiers, the funeral service said, some of his colleagues in the military walked down the street from the mosque where Sulaimandi was sholated until they arrived at the cemetery, they looked handsome in full uniforms. Behind the pageantry, dozens of hooded women followed with endless sobs.
The Shah of Iran and his ministers are waiting at the funeral. They joined the procession carrying General Sulaimandi's coffin as the party passed through the tomb gate and walked towards the hole that had been prepared as the General's final resting place.
Clementine Cointa wearing her veil, letting women's hair unravel is something that is forbidden in this place, it is also classified as a crime. He is not interested in finding things in a place where people are grieving and filled with anger due to a tragic death.
For some reason, he still felt strange with a veil over his head. Even though he was wearing that thing, still his uniform was a field uniform with a tight trouser model. And even though her tight-fitting uniform covered her with a tunic coat, she still felt she would be the center of attention.
Therefore Clementine Cointa stood some distance away from the entourage that was burying General Sulaimandi, or at least something that was used as a symbol of the General, he said, because he believes there is no way anyone could be left out of a drone attack last night. The General's body may have melted into soil and dust at the scene. That is probably why the casket is used, because the crate is lowered into the hole before it is covered with soil and sprinkled with flowers with crying and prayer accompaniment.
He waited nearly two hours to ensure that the Shah of Iran, who had attended the funeral himself, was finished with the procession and the greeting of VIP mourners consisting of the General's family and military officers. Somewhere not far from there, though, soldiers guarding the cemetery are busy driving out mourners who flock to try to give hand posts to the supreme ruler of the country that they rarely see with their own eyes. The harsh treatment of the soldiers also made the people decide to leave the place.
Approaching the Shah of Iran in a public place like this is impossible, so it would be ridiculous if he wished the man would approach him. Calling or waiting for the man in a public place like this is not a good way. He needs another way and he knows one of them. Clementine Cointa turned to a row of vehicles in the cemetery parking lot and smiled to find the latest car, a Rolls-Royce, which was none other than the vehicle owned by the Shah of Iran.
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Imran Palevi smiled at the last person he held before his aide pulled him away. That smile was not a real smile because deep down, he was screaming for this injustice. The smile is the smile of a Shah to his people to show that the leader they have is a strong leader and not a crybaby. Moreover, he had big plans after the death of General Sulaimandi to equalize with the mastermind of the perpetrators of this tragedy.
The man was walking to his car accompanied by ministers and officers when the Minister of State Security approached him and gave him a mobile phone with a code that let Shah know it was the phone he was waiting for.
“My people in the field are waiting for your order, paduka.”
“Launch!” sahut Shah of Iran.
“Ready launched with your orders,” continued the Minister before responding to the phone of his men. “Launch now.”
“How successful is the success, Mr Minister?”
“For Jathrib 35..ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent, Sire,” replied the Minister of State Security. “He never fails to create total destruction.”
“Good,” Imran Pahlevi nodded in satisfaction, then added after arriving at the car. “We will turn off the next plan tomorrow.”
“Allah is with you too, Mr Minister!” The Shah of Iran replied while patting his subordinates on the shoulder.
The supreme ruler of the Iranian land got into the car after shaking hands once more with his men. He was so busy serving the crowd that he realized he was not alone in the car when the car had left the cemetery.
The lady with a crooked nose with dark skin was sitting quietly beside her, her face radiating indifference by constantly looking out while she said reprimandingly, “You should have received my phone, or at least replied to my text message, , Dear Shah of Iran.”
The man could not immediately respond to the woman's reprimand as he was flabbergasted to see his self-driving car without a driver. But the vehicle was not running without control because the small console in the woman's grasp showed the image of the dashboard and steering wheel, where in the console that Cointa controlled the car completely. When the woman moves the virtual steering wheel in the console to turn left, her car turns left following the road.
“If we get such technology, we can definitely reduce the number of casualties of soldiers who died in vain on the battlefield,” Sang Shah commented to cover his admiration.
“And let the death count be more in the other party?” reply Prefect Cointa.
“It was not me who started this feud, Prefect Cointa,” Shah Iran said in self-defense.
“But it was your side that gave false information to American intelligence about the fort while your nukes were hidden elsewhere.And it killed General Sulaimandi, I share his condolences for his tragic fate, sandwiched between two large elephants.”
Iran's Shah's eyes narrowed, “You accuse me of deliberately placing Sulaimandi in the fort that night so that American drones can finish him off?”
Prefect Cointa shrugged, “I didn't even think about it, Mr. Palevi! But if you talk like that, I'm more sure you need a martyr to trigger a war that should have been exploding long ago.”
“Howard Tramp the hypocritical man. He forbade us from developing nukes for our energy source, while he developed nukes for the benefit of his own people.”
“Make the interest of all mankind. We provide that technology so that there is another source of energy for the earth, not as a killer tool.”
“Say that to Howard Tramp. I'm glad to tell you that your attempt failed. Tramp and the American military themselves have made it..”.
“We know what he made because we have given approval for America,” between Cointa Prefects. “It was for the sake of protecting the earth from attacks coming from outer space, Mr Palevi.”
“Maybe! But try to imagine..no...no need to imagine..because this is real happens...try you think what if something with such power directs its hand to you with the intention of controlling you with fear?”
“You think excessively. There is a UN and its Security Council that will prevent that.”
“In fact they have not done anything about the drone attack last night,” Shah Iran defied.
“You need to be patient, Mr. Palevi. Give them time to sort it out,” Prefect Cointa said. “Me and Mr. Janus has already met with the Tramp at the White House and he promises to stop the action.”
“We have been patient enough!” the man commented with an annoyed face. “Maybe he can just as casually give that promise to you, the matter of how responsible he is to the destruction he has already done to us. Nah! This time we won't be silent, and I've done a counterattack.”
The woman was stunned to hear it, “What have you done?”
“I think you can find out through your information data.”
Prefect Cointa pressed the Auris button on her ear and the hologram screen of the contact lens in her eyes displayed various random scenes, which showed the woman seemed to be in the middle of an information search mode. After the images began to slow down, a picture emerged showing somewhere south of Baghdad, a fortress completely destroyed in the flames.
The images in his Auris image also provide information on how the attack occurred and the cause is a Jathrib 35-type guided missile. Flag cloth torn between the rubble made him know the fort belonged to the US. The U. S. military built the fort in Baghdad to help Iraq defend itself during the Gulf War.
“Gosh, how can you do stupidity so far?” again the woman said in a trembling voice.
Shah Iran responded with calm, “Eye change, teeth change!”
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