MAGNA POLIS
2:00 AM, City Streets, Middle Magna Polis
The sky was red, caused by the reflections of the city lights off of the clouds above. A gentle, thick snow muffled the sounds of the city- and all throughout, not a creature was stirring...
"Done. That's six on my end so far. Moving on to treatment centers," whispered a cloaked, obscured man into a small microphone mounted on his ear. He stood up, took a few steps back, and examined the church before him. Aside from the footprints he had left, which would be gone in a few minutes thanks to the snow, there was hardly a sign that he had even been there. He turned and quickly began walking- not running, not crouching, not trying to hide behind things.
To the Civilian Control Unit patrol car passing by, he seemed like another poor bastard whose car had broken down on Christmas Eve, and Lord knew how long he had been schlepping across the snowy cityscape. The car, a Crown Victoria, slowed to a halt before the windows rolled down.
"Evening sir," said the CCU officer in the passenger seat. The cloaked man jerked, clearly startled.
"Y-yes officer?" he replied.
"It's 20 degrees out and two hours into Christmas. You need a lift?"
The man stopped for a moment, thinking it over, before replying, no longer nervous.
"No, thanks though, my home's just a street down, I park my car further than this!" he said jokingly. The CCU officer bade him farewell before driving off, causing the cloaked man to sigh in relief. He quickly turned his microphone on again.
"CivCon confronted me, no suspicion. Watch out."
He continued on for a minute before seeing the bright, soothing blue-and-white "H" sign, and the Red Diamond. Ha. The Red Diamond, a blatant Fascist brainwashing scheme thinly disguised as an international humanitarian group. Nothing based in the GWO was pure- otherwise it'd be illegal. He looked up, seeing the massive monolithic Spire penetrating into the clouds, with the Emorden-Geist Corporate Headquarters within visible range of the Spire. If only they weren't cram-packed with goosestepping stormtrooper goons. You would be dead, Victor.
He approached the hospital, watching everything around him. Then he saw it, the same CCU car from before. He silently charged behind a set of stairs, pinpointing the position of the Enforcers, as well as any security cameras. Both of the cops were inside. Good. He began crouch-running towards the hospital, reaching into his satchel. Emergency Department, there.
...and not a creature was stirring, except for an Anarchist...
An ambulance pulled out, sirens wailing into the night, pulling the attention of anyone nearby away from anywhere near him. His hand produced a bundle of plastic explosives hooked to a remote detonator. The thing didn't even look like a bomb; it looked like a gray, lumpy blob with an antenna sticking out of it. The snow would be concealing it soon. He placed it on the ambulance entryway before making his way towards the dark streets again, only to see the same CCU car yet again making its way down the street, the headlights catching part of him as he made it across the street. He ran down the street, the searchlight mounted on the patrol car now pivoting to find him before he hid behind a snowdrift. The vehicle slowly passed, both the officers inside scanning the world around them for whatever it was running around. Pubescent hooligans had a habit of scattering the moment they saw police. The car stopped. The man felt chills.
"I might be compromised. Near Target 104. Help."
"Understood, comrade, jumpers moving in to get you if shit hits the fan," his earpiece replied. The man's hand was now inside his jacket, clasping the silenced Five Seven loaded with armor-piercing rounds mounted on a shoulder holster. One of the officers got out before his flashlight clicked on.
"Who's out here? I just saw you," the officer yelled out. The patrol car slowly pulled away; usually, with delinquents, they would book it as fast as possible away from the officer calling for them. The car would be able to cut them off. The man was looking at the oblivious officer from behind, his eyes barely exposed. He looked around for any sort of blunt object; he knew that downright killing this cop would set off his pulse monitors, and every person with a gun within 30 miles would be actively searching for him with the intent to shoot him an excessive amount of times, or worse.
A crowbar. How nice. The man grabbed it, stood up, raised the crowbar, and quietly stepped over the small concrete wall in front of him. He locked his eyes on the base of the officer's neck- why not paralyze this pig, too? The crowbar elevated a few inches higher, the blunt side facing the CCU officer, and a sudden outburst of violence happened as it flew down, smashing into the C6 vertebrae, producing a sickening crunch. It didn't kill the officer, but he went down. The man would've stayed and took out his kneecaps with the crowbar, but there wasn't time; he had more bombs to plant, and being near a maimed police officer who was probably going to be dead in a few minutes was only going to increase his chances of dying. He'd have to go into the manholes, and Science knew that, even in the relative safety of Magna Polis, there were... things, down there, sometimes. At least, there were signs that they were there. Nobody knew. He disappeared into the darkness below, back into obscurity. For now.
The officer died at 2:33 AM, Christmas Day.
83rd Street Grace Lutheran Church, Magna Polis
"Freue dich, Christkind kommt bald!" the congregation finished in unison.
The Minister of the congregation then continued with the Christmas celebration activities, completely unaware of what was about to happen. Peace on Earth would have to wait another year.
Five pounds of plastic explosive with steel ball bearings and rusty nails were hiding within the sanctuary, waiting for the signal from a Confederate revolutionary sitting outside in a Ligier JS-8, characteristic of the lower classes of the GWO. Then it came.
A massive explosion rocked the complex, and searing pieces of metal flew through the members of the congregation, not distinguishing between man, woman, or child. The Minister took a ball bearing to the throat, and several nails flew into his chest. Most of the congregation was dead or dying, with a few people calling for the authorities and trying to help those still alive. The JS-8 was still parked, the man inside waiting for the first responders.
And then they began arriving. A convoy of ambulances and fire trucks with a few CCU escorts. The revolutionary got out, his greatcoat flowing in the snowy air. In his hands, he had an AK-74 outfitted with an underslug grenade launcher; he promptly put a grenade shell through the windshield of the first ambulance before spraying down the rest of the vehicles, decimating the number of EMTs on the scene. Before the CCU officers could even leave their vehicles and get in a position to fire on him from, he was already back in his car and driving off, with numerous decoy Ligiers deployed in the region.
The attack on the ambulances was redundant, because at many hospitals around Magna Polis, ammonium nitrate-packed vans were detonating, completely destroying some of the smaller facilities. There would be no treatment for the wounded. All across the city, bombs and sporadic shootings ravaged the land, and every CCU officer was called to duty. The worst was yet to come.
Christmas Day was still one of the busiest shopping days of the year in the GWO. Parents often would take their children shopping for additional presents, with varying limits on how much money they would spend. Sure, it seemed impersonal, but from the children's points of views, it made Christmas that much more fun.
For those at Eastfield Shopping Center, the place where the Magna Polis Uprising began, pre-Christmas shopping would've been a smarter decision.
A group of citizens stood in front of a collective of television sets in a store, watching the emergency broadcast of the terrorist attacks on the churches. Among them, two Civilian Control officers. Through each of the entrances, bands of men in Advanced Bomb Suits decorated with anarchist As, hammers and sickles, and red stars wielding machine guns ranging from RPDs and M60s to captured GWO military-issue M-MG42s stepped through the doors, causing everyone who saw them to freeze. "Death to class traitors!" was the only warning the civilians would get before machine gun fire tore through them indiscriminately; the group by the TVs was still focused on it until the first bullet tore through the right knee of one of the officers. Coming from behind, Confederates wearing the iconic uniform of the Liberty Confederation People's Army charged forward, equipped with assault rifles, grenade launchers- some even had RPG-28s, RPG-29s, and stolen PzF 3s.
"For the Proletariat, we are willing to commit any atrocity..." the operation leader, Heinrich William, said quietly to himself. He stood roughly 35 feet behind his band of vanguards, as the EOD-suit wearing men were called for convenience. An Eastfield Security officer came around a corner with a P-90 sub machine gun, spraying almost an entire magazine into one of the vanguards, one of the rounds penetrating his suit. Heinrich dismissed him with a single shot from his M16A4. Several civilians and security officers had valiantly tried to fight back, but in the face of the extreme body armor being worn, few could actually hope to harm the vanguards, and those few were quickly killed before they could get more than a few shots off. Many of the rear Confederates were shooting the bodies to make sure that none of them were playing dead, and as the danger of heavily armed resistance faded, the vanguards made their ways back to the entrances to fend off any first responders.
Heinrich was approached by an unarmed young man, his hands raised above his head. "Don't shoot! I sympathize!" he shouted. He was already staring down the sight apertures of a variety of assault rifles, and would've been shot if it weren't for the cuts, bruises, and disheveled appearance. He was very obviously a member of the lower classes. Heinrich grabbed him by the collar. "If you sympathize, why are you here? Why aren't you in the clothing of a revolutionary? I should shoot you right now for willingly participating in the military-industrial complex, you traitorous fuck!" he shouted, Glock 21 pressed against the man's chin. "I had to eat! I promise! I've read the Communist Manifesto, I studied Marxism, I believe in you! Just... don't! Please, don't!" he said, bawling. Heinrich's eyes crossed a pregnant woman hiding behind a jewelry counter. "Alright, you want to be a part of the revolution? Go kill her," he said before turning him around, reaching around in front of him, and handing him the pistol. The man ran up to the woman, put the gun's sights on her, to the accompaniment of her screaming bloody murder. He very visibly hesitated before an M16 round ripped through his chest, flooring him, but not killing him. Heinrich approached him again.
"If you're not willing to kill a Fascist before it's born, then you are not a revolutionary," he said flatly, before firing another round into the would-be revolutionary's forehead. He sprayed the pregnant woman down with half a magazine, focusing on her head and abdominal area. "Fascist whore," he spat.
In the center of the mall, a live internet feed was set up, showing the mass of civilians being searched for weapons. It was Heinrich's time to shine.
"Greetings, people of the Federation, as well as to any of you in other nations who happen to be watching. As you are well aware by now, I am, in the name of the Liberty Confederation, in control of the Eastfield Shopping Center, where, years ago, my comrades accomplished the same thing, setting off a revolution that would put millions of Fascist scum into the earth. I have, behind me, roughly three hundred class traitors who I would have no qualms with killing, for my men and I have already killed and injured well over three thousand. I already know I am likely to die before today is over. I do not fear death. However, these scum do. Therefore, I say this... the Fascist Federation will release -all- prisoners held for crimes we will list on the internet as 'Politically Motivated.' The Federation will also completely disband the Commissione per la Vigilanza e la Repressione dell'Antifascismo, as it is nothing but a tool to suppress the inevitable worker's revolution, both here and in other nations who should not be forced to the will of the Government. Meeting these two demands will release one hundred of the hostages. Beyond that, we demand the nationalization of all commercial enterprise in this country, as well as the resignations of all current Fascist officials, the withdrawal of Federation forces of aggression from all foreign nations, and abolition of the Federal, State, and Provincial governments, with the powers of government given to free city-based councils that all are a part of. We understand that these are extremely unrealistic demands, but hear this! We will either have our way, or else we shall kill one traitor per five minutes on this live camera stream. I'm in control, Victor, and there's nothing you can do."
Outside, hundreds of CCU officers and Civil Militiamen had already sealed off the area, and the Federal Guard was arriving on scene in full force, with support including infantry fighting vehicles and attack helicopters orbiting the mall. The nearest military base, Army Fortress Anthesteria, was deploying Army forces to assist the CCU in containing the Confederates; Divine Tigers were patrolling the streets around the mall. All across the city, every public area was being placed on maximum alert, and a city-wide Yellow Code Lockdown was put into effect. The Federal Guard's Advanced Crisis Team was en route via helicopter, as was the Army's Advanced Paratrooper Service.
And to think that is was all happening on Christmas...
((OOC: I know, it's late. Anyways, keep in mind, I will be developing more on this, but please feel free to reply in any realistic way, meaning feel free to issue condemnations, letters of condolence, news reporters, even tourists stuck in the mall- I won't be continuing this unless people participate!))
