"Is it done?" Said the Flaming Almighty into the satellite phone.
"Yes, el Presidente is dead," the commander replied.
"Good, signal the soldiers to move in. Venezuela will be ours."
The Flaming Almighty hangs up. He looks around his meager command tent, set up in the jungles of the south. Soon soldiers would move into key cities and and command posts throughout the north. The oil fields would also be key targets in order to secure a stable economy in his new regime. If all went well there would be few casualties and Venezuela would soon be his. Guyana would be annexed as well to start the new expansion of the empire. The Almighty took out a pen and paper, and started writing.
To: Nova Roma
From: The Siberian Flaming Eskimos
We appreciate your notice of us and wish you the best in Europe. The great Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos (ESFE), the true Venezuelan Republic, wishes to extend the hand of friendship and trade. We hope you will help us to free this nation from the oppressive regime the rules it now. Bring freedom to our people, help us claim our rights.
-The Flaming Almighty
The Flaming Almighty set down his pen, eyed his handiwork, and smiled. This would be a nice piece of propaganda for his cause. An officer enters the tent.
"Sir, refugees have come from the north to join our cause, what do you want the border camps to do sir?" The officer says after saluting.
"So, the people are already choosing sides," the Almighty murmured."Let them join, send out messages throughout the country offering protection to those unable to fight as well. Any support is welcome, whether it's soldiers or not."
"Sir yes sir!" The officer saluted, then left.
Things were moving faster than expected, maybe this would be cleaner than originally thought.
Meanwhile, in the capital...
"Everyone, on the ground! Now!" Yelled the commander as he stormed the presidential palace. "Keep them form destroying the documents, shoot anyone who doesn't comply on sight!"
"Yes sir!" shouted the soldiers.
"You, come with me," he said as he pointed to five of the more elite soldiers in the group. "We're going for the vice president."
The commander and his handpicked team moved swiftly through the rooms, encountering light resistance. Only one major altercation occurred between the team and three bodyguards. The leading soldier was shot and killed by pistol fire. Before the bodyguards could fire again, they were ripped apart by machine gun fire.
"Keep moving, there should be more guards so be careful."
They reached the vice presidents office without incident, and prepared to breach.
"You, kick the door down, I'll throw in the flash bang. We may not have run into anyone yet, but there could be more," The commander advised. "Three, two, one, BREACH!"
The door opened with a bang, a flash bang rolled into the room and went off. The commander and his team burst into the room, and were met by nothing.
"Shit," said the commander,"the Flaming Almighty will have our heads for this." He pulls out his radio." I need a full search of the city for the presidential convoy. The Vice President has escaped, I repeat, the Vice President has escaped."
Silence ensues for a full three seconds before static starts to sound.
"I'll start the search, but know that we don't find him the blames on your head," responds 3 star general Cortez.
"He'll kill you anyway! I mean, whats the point of get us both-"
"Can it. Not only did you screw yourself over, you screwed me as well. If I'm going down then I won't let you benefit from the new wave of promotions either. Now start searching, or else."
The general hung up.
"You heard him, start looking. There's no guarantee that the Almighty won't want your heads too for this failure."