David Devander gulped down another shot of whiskey. The liquor here was putrid stuff, he could of swear his bar tender watered down his drink with the water in the fish tank. Still, he thought, fish water was better than the disgusting bile they called tap water here.
Glancing at his wrist watch David Devander decided it was time to leave. Leaving a few Frankish Notes on the counter he exited the seedy pub to the street. He was bombarded with the smell of smog, sweat and pig fat. St. Helen as an island was beautify, favored by many as a four star vacation spot but years of careless disregard for the environment and social welfare of this city by the governing European nation of Trerents had left it a polluted slum. Every street he walked past to his destination was chock full of sun burned beggars moaning for food, street urchins harking fake Rolex watches and lucky charms. It was horrible; the people here could hardly survive with the average hourly wage being just a few cents. David knew there could be hope for this island. But there would have to be changes. No longer would could corruption be accepted as a fact of life. No longer will could Europe decide who is allowed to prosper.
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His target had arrived; a tall skinny male left his Roland Xr2 hummer while his flanks were covered by several burly local bodyguards. David himself was sitting at a bus stop several meters from them. David's teeth began chattering as the group walked past him, hardly noticing him. Picking up his suitcase David followed them while maintaining a good distance of room. He only had to follow them around the cornor of the street before they entered a large high end restaurant. One "Garden of Eden" a French style restaurant dedicated to serving rich tourist. Taking a deep breath and a quick prayer Mr. Devander was ready.
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...TO ALL RESIDENTS OF THE ST.HELEN'S METROPOLIS UNDER IMMEDIATE ORDER FROM TRERENTIEN FROM GOVERN-788TY-900U ST. HELENS CITY IS NOW UNDER MARTIAL LAW... ALL CITIZENS ARE ADVISED TO STAY IN THEIR HOMES...FOLLOW THE ORDERS OF ALL TRERENTIEN SECRUITY FORCES...BE ALERT BE AWARE...THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROADCAST TO ALL RESIDENTS OF THE ST. HELEN'S CITY METROPOLIS...
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Dear Jacob,
Hey little bro it's me...yeah I know I promised I send you a email every Sunday but I guess you can understand that this hasn't been the greatest week for the "Mixed Royals Colonial". I don't know if the news stations back home have picked up the situation yet but let me give you the rundown anyway. We've all been expecting it down here; honestly no one in my platoon really thought the god damn blacks ( PC term = island natives) wouldn't try something during the Minister of Colonial Affaires visit but they sure worked fast. A suicide bomber struck mid-town leveling a building and killing dozens, wounding a hell'a a lot more. Before the police arrived on the seen the city was already beyond thunder doom. Old Riza's had gotten their act together, they launched mortar attacks on our outposts. It hurt us a lot but y'know things could have gotten a hell of a lot worse. The sixth are moving for a showdown against these ass holes. Were ready to show them the wrath of Trerents >=]. Don't worry about me I'll be fine... I have to go know so tell mom/dad I love you for me.
Bye,
Fredrick De Watts
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The battle for St. Helen had begun. Almost immidetily after the bombing the area around ground zero was swarmed with police officers attempting to keep order. Within the span of several hours regular police had been replaced with riot services, employed to drive common civilians off the streets. Riots soon followed as Riza, a militant pro succession group, took to the streets arming the enraged St. Helenas with guns. As the two warring factions battled hundreds of innocent citizens were caught in the cross fire.
Elsewhere on the island mortars and rocket attacks had decimated small isolated Trerentien military outposts operating in the middle of the island's jungle. Equipping themselves with military grade hardware Riza had become a serious threat to not only St. Helen but every island nation is the Caribbean. The time for negiotions had fallen through, neither side would let the island fall to the other. As each side regrouped they waited for the time to strike.