WWIII: DESCENT INTO CHAOS
Javits Convention Center
New York City
New York, USA
"... and so, we are very proud to open our ranks to the hundreds of thousands out there! Our petition successfully received the required one point five million signatures... only in a few weeks!" declared the Party Leader, Richard Cannison. Thunderous applause emanated from the depths of the convention center, and then quieted, waiting for Cannison's next declaration.
"With our success, we are confident that we will be able to make a change. The people of the world have been crushed by so many different problems and crises. It's time, time for us to understand those problems, and do something about it. In these troubled times, nobody is safe. Politics becomes a minefield, one that many attempts at creating a better place go to die. But not us! We will change that, and we will succeed!" Cannison paused, and waited for the next round of applause to die down.
"I want each and every one of us to go out of this building, and tell everyone about the Grönist Theory. Because we don't think it's good enough to be a theory... it must be put into practice!" More applause, and Richard began building up to his final statement. "We will free humanity from the chains it has created for itself, we will give the oppressed a voice for themselves, and we will change the world!" Thunderous applause immediately rose from the ground, filling the halls of the convention center, and it could even be heard from outside, in the city of New York.
At the same moment that the applause began to die down, a flourish sounded from under the stage, where the band had placed itself. It started playing the Grönist Anthem, something akin to the Internationale, but more appropriate for a modern socialist movement. As the music started, banners flung down from the high ceiling, and uniformed men rose flags on poles in unison. This was the first time anyone outside of the Grönist Party's administration had seen the movement's flag. Cannison rose his arms from his sides, and began sing-chanting the Anthem, beaming wildly.
Javits Convention Center
New York City
New York, USA
Two Hours Later
"Congratulations, sir! I hope to see you around soon." said an impassioned supporter of the Grönists, to Cannison. He shook his hand, and turned to places unknown.
"Well, that's them all. Let's get going." ordered Cannison, eager to get to other matters of importance. "Dembé, could you get a phone?"
Dembé produced a phone, from whom or from where, Cannison did not care. As long as the phone wasn't traced to him, and his assets were kept secure, he let Dembé do his job the way he wanted to do it. Taking the phone from Dembé's hand, Cannison dialed a number, one he had committed to memory many years ago.
"Ah, Javiér! How are you doing? ... Yes, very well myself. ... The rally went excellently, rather so excellently that I think we're ready. ... Yes, I would think you'd be able to get going on that, there's nothing standing in our way. ... Alright, thank you. See you in Paris, in a few days, then. ... Bye." Cannison shut the flip phone, and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. Dembé, as he always did, tossed something else into the trashcan, after Cannison disposed of the phone. Later, that trashcan would emit a strong popping noise, and faint wisps of smoke would emanate.
Cannison hopped into the Escalade that had been sitting outside of the convention center, and Dembé got in the driver's seat. Cannison knew that his socialist principles really shouldn't allow him to be driven around in an Escalade like this, but he was, after all, the leader of a very important movement. Also, he had to make sure he was safe in places like these bourgeois paradises, namely, NYC.
