*** Palacio del Pueblo, renamed Palacio Nacional, Guarija,
It happened. Campos was dead, captured by Cuscatlani special forces. MNC was running on the highest turns, winning the hearts and minds of the people. Massive programs to help people were started; MNC soldiers and militias were guarding people from the insurgents, setting up defence zones around Vital Target Points (VTPs), to ensure that the insurgents will not be able to disrupt the order. Massive amount of propaganda posters was being hung on the walls, blaming Campos and Dorians for the problems the islands was going through before MNC was established. Cuchara had to return to normality soon.
Admiral Jeremias Rosario Salazar looked at the map of Chucara. Most of the island has fallen to his Troops; now real phase 2 of the war begun. A war where no high - lethality weapons will be used; Cuscatlanis taught him well art of removing insurgents from the land. He exactly knew where insurgents could have "Resistance Bases" as defined by Mao Zedong. So, the first operation begun. He slowly turned back to face Cuscatlani advisor, major Nestor Santiago of DINA. They both saluted each other, and then Nestor spoke:
"Dear friend, we got new data for you " his voice was carried inside the thick walls "our intelligence is working all the time to help you in rooting out the terrorists. New premier of Chucara is located in Guadalupador at the moment".
"He will not have any power here soon" smiled Rosario, looking at his powerful muscles hidden under his black skin "We are preparing to destroy them once for all".
"I am not sure if you are aware, Admiral-President" smiled Nestor "that the war has just begun. It will not be a war of muscles, but war of minds my friend".
"I know" even bigger grin appeared on Rosario's face "We will hunt them down one by one for what they did to my people. But my people are the priority. We need to repair what wicked socialist regime of Campos did. Establish true capitalist society in this land...."
"And that is why I come to you" he smiled "We need to attract foreign investors if we are to remove poverty."
"Let me handle it" smiled Rosario.
"DINA has placed a bounty on each Terrorist's head. Let's for now task ourselves with removing the poverty..." smiled Nestor, as they continued their discussion. Soon a message to Inyurstan Black Sands INC. was sent:
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We heard that you are one of best companies in Inyursta operating within petroleum industry. We would like to sell you oil fields nationalised by Campos whore, under conditions that Chucaran people will be hired to exploit them.
Please telegram me your terms. I am awaiting your response.
Signed,
Admiral-President Jeremias Rosario Salazar
*** Guarija
Soon the IYF special forces were joined by a group of local self described "Community police" units. They were armed with machetes and old hunting riffles, which Campos tried to ban all the time, always facing heavy resistance in parliament. Now Admiral Salazar allowed every man in the community to posses firearm to protect themselves against the insurgents. They wore civilian clothes, sometimes a military part.
The community leader smiled, and then shouted out loud "DIEGO! ALBERTO! Traiga comunistas aquí!" as two most well built "community police" members left for house which was provisional prison where "terrorists" were held. They soon brought two people with visible amerindian features, one of them wearing red che gueveara shirt and military trousers, second in full military gear. Mayor turned around and smiled:
"This are the Ejercito Zavalista de Liberacion Nacionale terrorists. They came here from Gran Cuscatlan to train their friends in the art of butchering people with chainsaws, performing occult rituals and raping under-age women. We captured them before they managed to contact anybody" visible grin appeared on the Mayor's face, as he looked on burns on one of EZLN terrorist skin "we already managed to talk with them for a bit, but did not managed to get anything. Perhaps you will?"
"We wanted to give them colombian necktie, but we figured that you guys would need them better" he said as he looked on them both kneeling, machetes touching their throats " if you do not need them we will get rid of them just now"
One of terrorists had visible fear in eyes, and unpleasant smell was coming from him. Smell of fear of death and smell of digested food they stole from farmers of Zavala, calling it "redistribution of wealth". He was visibly a coward, who feared his own death.
Second one however was looking with pride in his eyes. He was not afraid, after he drunk human blood to gain strength. He was sure they won't kill him and he will drink their blood soon....