The young factory worker, Kam, was unhappy with the current status of Europe, and was willing to do anything to take it back to the old ways, like before he was born. Kam had a plan. For weeks he's been turning his co workers against his boss. As Kam shouted his commands, he was dispensing socialist handbooks to the members of his mini socialist political party. "Reform! Rebel! Retaliate!" he shouted amongst the anxious crowd. As the people listened the boss began to call the local police to stop the riot.
"Alexis! Come out this instant!!" Her father screamed. "What," she replied. "Why the hell did I find a socialist handbook and a French flag under your bed?!" he exclaimed. "But father, the government today is ruled by pompis dictators and heartless men. I just feel that it should be stopped and changed for the good of the people at once!" Alexis spoke a tone not to her father's liking, and was instantly sent out of the church to give him time to calm down. Quickly, she camouflaged her face with the French flag and a trench coat. "Better to be hidden in plain sight then not at all," she thought to herself as she meandered around the square. The sound of shouting caused her to jump as she could feel the nearby hum of the police sirens. "Damn." She quickly and swiftly rounded a corner and pulled up her hood to more or less disguise her completely. She followed the sound of men shouting and running towards the local factory. She could clearly pick out the rebel leader egging them on to rebel against the government when she arrived. It was the same guy leading the rally. She would always listen to him from afar at the Bastia Cathedral nearby. She would just sit on the steps and wait for his rally, (once again) to be run out by the police. But this time she decided to get a closer look. Before she could even take a glance at the leader in the center, the flics came rushing in, letting mustard gas snake around the room encasing the rebel leader and cornering everybody inside. The flics shouted something to us but all I could think about was getting the hell out of here. My mind was racing and heart pounding, but I found the courage and swiftness in my feet to carry myself towards the near unconscious rebel leader, grab him by the arm, and hoist him up and out of here through a nearby window. "What the hell were you doing getting the flics attention?? You could have gotten us all killed!" His hood dropped so I could clearly see his young face, framed by ringlet curls of coal black hair and flushed red cheeks. The stranger blinked at me half awake with almond brown eyes, red rimmed from the gas and said, "Because this is for the greater good of our country, and the world."
