Small apartment complex in Koçi
Ahmet Balik was sitting on an old and broken sofa in his lounge room. He was watching his television, with static fading in and out occasionally. On the glass table in front of him was a home-made I.E.D , a Beretta M9 pistol with two magazines stacked on top of eachoter and a ski mask. Balik kept murmuring to himself, he was a Communist and vehemently opposed Kadir Üzümcü's "dictatorial" regime. He got up off the sofa and walked into a room strewn with clothes , pornographic magazines and soda cans. He walked over to his wardrobe and put on a light blue hooded jumper and long tracksuit pants. He put on a pair of running shoes and went back to the lounge room. He loaded the pistol, put it in his pants, put the ski mask in his pocket and put the I.E.D underneath his jacket. He lifted up a book and grabbed the detonater from underneath it. He went into his garage and hopped into his Tofas Sahin car and drove to the Grand Parliament. The streets were relatively quiet as most people stayed at home during the weekdays, but Balik was recently fired from his job as a store cashier. In Balik's car were drugs, alcohol bottles and more pornographic magazines.
Grand Parliament, Koçi
Balik parked his car in a near-full carpark. He entered the parliament, and surprisingly there was no guards, as they were on lunch break. He walked up a small flight of stairs to an empty viewing room and put the I.E.D under a wooden chair padded with sheep wool. He went into the toilet area and went inside a cubicle and locked the door. He pulled out the ski mask and put it over his chubby face and put the hood of the jacket over the mask. He pulled the Berreta out of his pocket and loaded a clip. He grabbed the detonater and waited a few minutes as a debate session was to begin and people would surely come to watch it. He pressed the button and heard an explosion. He unlocked the door and ran out. Dead people were in the viewing room and chairs were destroyed. A thin layer of glass that protected the Upper Senate was now blown apart. The senators below were still getting up off their feet when Balik began firing his pistol. Senators began to fall over, whether they actually died, Balik did not know. Balik was on a rampage, shooting rampantly at any moving soul in his sight. It wasn't even a minute when he began to hear footsteps coming from a corridor behind him. Balik ran down the stairs and shot a guard tending to a injured senator. He ran outside to see police cars surrounding the only exit. Balik had no choice. He opened his mouth and put the barrel in his mouth, and fired. He fell down backwards onto hard concrete. Blood began pooling from the back of his head when two police officers secured his body and moved it into the back trunk of a police car.
