War – The Lines Blurred
He lay on the ground, trying to not move as bullets flew in background, a reminder of the terrible insurgency that raged in his country. It had been going for 3 years now, and had swallowed up the once beautiful city. When it started, everyone had been surprised, for no one had anticipated it, and despite all his forces, he knew he was fighting a losing battle, for he knew that the rebel leaders had powerful friends, people who wanted his country to fail, and the rebels were, playing right into their hands.
“Quick, here he is” pointed one soldier as he hurried to help him stand.
“Mr President, thank goodness we found you, the rebels have finally captured Presidential House and hold the chief of staffs as hostage. We must get you to the bunker quickly before they realise that you aren’t dead yet” panted Captain Graham, his most trusted aide. In the time of war, he had come to rely on Graham, for he was a brilliant tactician and loyal to core, and Graham had never failed him.
As they raced out of the war torn city, the sound of bullets and canons faded a bit, replaced by a lull, and he looked around to face the soldiers who had saved him, weary and tired, they looked as if they hadn’t rested in days, and he was glad, to have found such loyal soldiers in a time when his own ex deputy was the one leading the rebels.
“How many men did we lose in the 2 days I escaped the insurgents, Graham?”
“500, maybe more. Losing the palace was a big loss, we lost a lot of good men in there”
“I agree, but how could they breach the palace, we took care of everything, is it possible that it was an inside job that failed us?”
“No sir, the defense was overwhelmed by the waves of insurgents and their artillery made a short work of our other defensive positions, and we were left defenseless”
He put his head in his hands, “When will this madness end? Don’t the rebels see what they have done to our beloved country” he said, in despair. “I have to talk to General Anderson, get me a secure line to him”.
“I am afraid sir, General Anderson is feared dead in the siege of Palace”
The convoy came to a halt, and he startled, for he knew that bunker was still a few hours out, “Why are we stopping? What is going on?”
Graham grunted, “We are looking for a way to establish communication with the command.” as he stepped out the car, and so did other soldiers. “You can come out now sir, I’ll be just ahead”, he said as he saw the perimeter established.
As he saw Graham leave, he suddenly became aware that his secret phone was buzzing. Only General Anderson knows about this, he thought puzzled.
“CAPT GRAHAM CONVERTED. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE WAS GRAHAM WORK. DON’T TRUST ANYONE. RUN AND HIDE. I AM INJURED BUT ALIVE. GRAHAM SHOT ME”
“Is everything alright president?” Graham said as he was approaching, he startled, he had to save himself.
“Yes, It’s alright, I’ll go take a leak now”, he murmured as he thought of ways to run from the convoy. There were none of course, for Graham had seen to it that they stop in the middle of nowhere.
He started running, and that’s when he heard commotion behind him, “HE IS ESCAPING”. As he ran, he heard the cars come for him, and the familiar noise of bullets whizzing past him. And then one hit him in the legs, and another in chest.
“You fool, we were to keep him alive till Baxton arrived, we had to hand him over, and you shot him in the chest” thundered Graham as he took his gun out and shot the soldier in the head.
“WHY?” he exclaimed, out of breath. He had been betrayed by one of his closest aides, and he wanted to know why before he died.
“100 Million dollars James, and all I had to do was deliver you alive, but no worries, I guess you being dead will work too”, said Graham, as he pointed his gun towards him, and shot him in the head.