Cellmate

Chapter 8

The prime minister's home had tight security means. Which means it's quite hard to assassinate him. One of the rebels asked "You can't get into his house, everything is active in there. Everything can be seen from the inside as well the outside". "I think he's right, maybe it's a bit of a trouble for us, well, change of plans, we're gonna hit him when the dawn hits the sky "said Zake.
" How is that possible?"asked one among them, "You'll see" Zake said in a husky voice. "You'll see" he repeated. Dawn was in an hour but the rebels were sound asleep. And today was a special day, a day of doom some might say and some say "it is a new Britain, with better Britons". Somewhat that is true. People were happy, loyal. They didn't have feelings, they just simply wanted to live. They were not taught to follow but to dictate.

8:30:00 am Parade Preparation

Like all the other countries in the world, we had a parade, and we were happy because we don't get a day off except for this which has also been called as "exceptional" according to government officials. This was the 5th year of the ruling of the Civic Party in London and which they were all happy. The Prime Minister, handsome, in his 30s came out of his house with a red coat and black pants. With a blue bow tie and gelled hair, he entered his car, the presidential suite, as you may call it. The crowd was closing in by now and a lot of people were around. Including the rebels. "Okay, first, surround the four corners of the square. Be hidden at all times. Don't shoot until I say so." ordered the leader. "Here, have these sleeper bombs as well. They're silent"
Everyone gave an assuring look. "To a better future my friends, to a better future" said Zake.

9:45:53 am The Speech

Many, who were illiterate in London, believed Mr Parkinson literally. They were always mesmerised by him. At least, that's how he earned his respect and turned the whole government into a monarchy. Everybody clapped so hard that thier eardrums are going to burst in a matter of seconds. The host, Larry, who was nervous to call the Prime Minister, still called him. "Erm" he cleared his throat. These official speeches were always slow and boring that you could take a nap for hours. But no, not here. You must here every word he says. He, the beloved Prime Minister, has his own book, "A beautiful War", he calls it. All his teachings, his way of government. Everything is in there. What he's doing now is not a speech about how great his empire is, it's simple word for word, propaganda. Just as it was about to start, Jake came. He couldn't go in. It was crowded. He had to see it through a small gap in the crowd. Which probably meant he's the last person in the crowd. "To the most good, most giving person in the whole of England, The Honorable Prime Minister. We present this stage for a short and meaningful speech." said the host. Once again, the applause didn't seem to stop, even for a second. The Prime Minister, Sir Parkinson Williams, came up to the stage, waving. He tidied up his clothing. "Dear people of London, I salute you for choosing me as your leader. It is my duty to serve you. There is no doubt that -" Zake to Rebel unit 1,do you copy?""Yes sir "" "Drop the sleeper bombs" instructed Zake. "You sure?" asked Rebel Unit 1, confirming. "Yes, execute" confirmed the leader. Without hesitation, Rebel Unit 1, rolled the bomb under the crowd, four of them, like candies but poisoned. Within seconds, the crowd started to collapse. Jake was wondering what had happened but it was two crowded. He couldn't see even a small speck of what's happening there. He realised something, they were starting to get lifeless. He ran back to his car and started racing back to his apartment, which was quite far from the square, "twenty blocks" he thought. He didn't have time to do the math. All he needed was to escape from this chaos. The officials of the government were dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. Ambulance services came in, but then they had little hospitals, judging that thier city's medical care is good and with the less cases. The rebels had thier target, right on spot, four bullets, silenced. It was just moments before the Prime Minister's death sentence. Four of them aimed. Clutching thier guns. Locking thier target, just moments away from pulling the trigger. "Wait for it.... wait for it..." instructed Zake.
Moments of tension increases. Ambulances were the ambience of the scene. "Now!" said Zake. All of them,together, synchronized, shot Mr Parkinson in the chest, pulling thier triggers. "Everyone! Jump!" ordered Zake. Everyone jumped from thier places getting into a minivan. "Move! Move!" shouted Zake.