Blues of War: The Origin of Yuri Ashite

Chapter 3: Rising Conflict

It was just another day in Messland's capital city Cherilym, and unknowingly the final peaceful day in the city's existence. Since Messland is mere months old, it truly hasn't spent enough time and resources to building up its military, only having about five soldiers in such a large space of land. Due to this, Messland is a very vulnerable country, prone to terrorist or foreign attacks at any time. Vladimir Grongle, the current president of Russia, was in his office. He wore a black suit, red tie, black pants and black shoes. Despite being a dictator, he was as dapper as the late Zutin, who was the former president who died of lung cancer. Since Grongle's short eight months in office, he's been living large and in charge. He brought back the Gulag for any "imperfect" Russian citizen, immigrant, or even tourist. Grongle was so strict, even the most insignificant of law breaks, regardless of who commited the crime, was immediately shipped to the Gulag, possibly never seen again.

Grongle was in his mid 50s, so he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He's gone mad with power, there's no doubt about it. He's waiting in his fancy office, but for who? His desk was made of the shiniest of gold and the finest of wood. The gold was outlining the entire desk, sort of like black lines in a cartoon, except thicker. His office walls were no different. The carpets were a solid red with the golden outlines as well. Grongle was pleased with his office, and the smallest of smudges on the gold would be enough to set him off and call in one of his many janitors. They were paid to not go into any of the private rooms, or else they'd be sent to the execution cells in the Gulag, the worst punishment in the entire country.

There's a knock at the large fancy wooden doorway and Grongle lets them in. He's leaning back on his chair as if he were on a holiday. He called in the two most notorious terrorists Russia has seen for centuries. Their names were Crimson and Greene. Crimson wore a black helmet with red outlining. His top was no different, again being black with red outlining. The top of his pants were the same, but was mostly dark gray with light grey knee pads. He had brown gloves and black shoes. Greene wore a completely camo-green helmet, convering nearly the entirety of his face. The only parts of his face it didn't cover  was his eyes. His top and pants were the same shade of green, with black gloves and light tanned shoes.

"You must want to know why you're here", Grongle told the two in his fancy entitled accent.

"No kidding", Greene and Crimson responded with, still curious as to why they were even called. Although they had genuinely no fears, right now was an exception. They were face to face with the greatest dictator in ages, even surpassing Kidd Yhung in most strict dictators in history.

"This better be worth our time", Greene spoke out. "This better not be a fuckfest invi-"

Vladimir Grongle cut him off, clearly not in the mood. "It's not an invite to get turned ok? I actually have a task for you two". Crimson and Greene were intrigued to know what their task was.

"Your task is to terrorize Cherilym, the capital city of Messland. Your first objective is to shoot up the main offices of the city. Find any juicy secrets. It's a government office, made of andesite", Grongle explained to the two in a calm and collected manner, knowing the two wouldn't refuse this offer.

"And what's in it for us?", Crimson said, wanting a reward or some benefits from helping Grongle in his goal.

"You'll be put under my protection. Anyone that ambushes you or tries to stop you, I'll make my personal mission to make sure they're dead before too long", Grongle said in his signature sinister tone, clearly wanting to watch some chaos unfold.

Before the terrorist duo can respond, Grongle has his escorts take them out the room, and hand them their weapons. Greene got a Glock 17, which is basically a pistol. This Glock 17 was a 9mm mag type. Crimson got a M4A1, which is basically an assault rifle which used 30mm mag for ammunition. The two felt badass already, and were ready to commit acts of terrorism.