On the Capital Building's Roof
Helicopters were deployed from nearby airbases to try and evacuate the President while he was being attacked by a platoon of rebel soldiers. His personal defense team was buying time, but not enough. "Herr President, we cannot hold these rebels off longer! Our ammunition supply is dangerously low and we're at half strength! Both Becker and Struden are dead!" "Damn it, where's my evac?" "One helicopter was shot down by a Rebel fighter squadron and the other deserted from the battlefield. Instead, ground evacuation is on the way."
"How will we get down to the ground?" "We can't provide support, as our fighter squadrons are in combat right now, our tank divisions are engaging NATO or the rebels, and any infantry attack would just be halted. 1 attack helicopter will be coming to support you, that is all we can do right now." "Fine. We'll get down."
The remaining soldiers' faces turned to shock. "How will we get down? Dozens of men hold the streets beneath us!" "You forget we have a helicopter to support us, men..." Just as he said that, the helicopter's rockets and cannons lit up the street, killing most. When the President and his team tried to evacuate into his APC, one living rebel shot his pistol at his leg. He survived, though more and more soldiers are joining the Rebel movement every day.
