10/10/2016 - 11:48 AM, Eastern Vertanika - -14°C, Light flurries
Although the snow which covered every inch of the farmlands in most of Zolevskoy, Simeon Filipović continued to drive his 1980 Volkswagen Scirocco across the old, moderately maintained road which he always took to and from the town of Veznij. The only reason he usually went there was to get groceries, fuel up his old, but trusty VW, and run any other errands to keep his ranch up and running, especially to feed his cows. The stereo of his car was playing music from when he was about 20 years old, what Simeon considered the "golden years" of his entire life, shortly before Vertanika gained independence from Stasnov. These golden years unfortunately ended when his country seperated from the socialist state, resulting in a new, capitalist state. Simeon identified as a left-wing agrarian, and although he would consider joining the Vertanika Revolutionary Party he knew that he had better opportunities for success as a farmer.
After about a 30 minute drive Simeon finally arrived back at his house. It wasn't anything special, just an old single-story bungalow which was built around 1992. It had all the amenities a typical house had, despite becoming older and older, resulting in more things requiring repair every so often. He parked his Scirocco just outside his house, and removed the CD from the radio of the vehicle before shutting the car down. He walked up the few steps which lead to his front door and unlocked it, shutting it and locking it again once he entered. Right after he knocked the snow off his shoes and took them off, kicking them to the side and turned the lights on for his living room. It was the exact same routine every Saturday, and although he wished for something new, he didn't mind it too much. It was home sweet home, after all.
He turned on his old television which automatically went to the national news channel. It was always the same old right-wing propaganda about how the newest Zolevskoyan military deployment would deter the VRP from "threatening" Vertanika. He took what the news anchors said for what they were worth though, taking what he heard for what it was worth. Simeon went to open the curtains for his living room window, the light from the sun which struggled to penetrate through the white, thick clouds entered the room. He noticed it had gotten way fogger than it was an hour ago, but he didn't care too much. However, as he turned away from the window, he had to turn back around and look again. We're those headlights approaching his house?
All he could see through the fog were 2 pairs of headlights at high - beam approaching his house. Who were they? Did they follow him on his way home? Regardless, it was a cause for concern. And it didn't help that they were both military vehicles, specifically UAZ-469s.
Simeon's curiosity got the best of him as he went out to investigate. Just as he got outside the occupants of the car got out after they came to a halt. The first thing he noticed were the Kalashnikovs most of them held, as well as their military uniforms. Each of them had VRP insignias on them. A man in a black leather coat and winter camouflage military trousers approached him.
"What is your name." He asked mildly sternly, his right hand on the Makarov in its holster. "What the hell is his name?" Simeon thought.
"Simeon Filipovic." He responded anxiously.
"Correct." Those very words freaked him out. How did he know??
"I think you know why we are here, yes?" The man, who was likely an officer asked. "Don't answer. Because we know you know. We overheard you in the grocery store talking to yourself." Although he knew exactly what he was talking about, Simeon still wanted alot of answers.
"I know you have alot of questions. I understand that. But let me propose something to you." The creepy, middle aged officer began. "You will have as many answers as you wish if you come with us. A new dawn rising upon Vertanika. We know this'll be an offer you can't refuse, even if you never had the choice." He stated, as a guerilla switched the safety off his AK-74 and looked at Simeon. Now he was feeling threatened due to the posture of the officer's henchmen, and his choice of words.
"What's this... new dawn?? And what the hell is your name?" He asked. The man gave him an even sterner look, which gradually turned into what appeared to be physical irritation.
"Did you not listen? At all??" He responded. "You get answers, if we get an answer. Are you willing to help plant the seeds for a new Vertanika?" Simeon assumed that with the posture of the guerillas and the attitude of their officer, he didn't have much of a choice. If he rejected, they'd probably kill him and burn his ranch down to prevent any evidence of them from being leaked, considering the way the VRP typically handled opposition.
"Fine." He responded, as reluctantly as he could.
"You do not know my name until we trust you enough." The officer said, as he put his hand on Simeon's shoulder and guided him to the UAZ in the rear.
Adrenaline, fear, and to a lesser extent, pride was rushing through Milojica's mind and body as he eagerly waited in the snowplow in an alley, within Vertanika's capital city of Gvozdni. He was dressed in the typical attire of a snowplow driver, however his intentions were not so noble, according to the Vertanikan government and their allies. He was lying in wait for the limousine carrying the Secretary of Defence of Vertanika to be stopped by a faulty red light, which he intended to smash into with his vehicle into a cafe, filled with citizens waiting for their morning coffee to get through their day. Once that was done, the enormous IED in the back of the truck would be detonated, causing chaos throughout the area, damaging Vertanika's capability to defend itself against the upcoming war, and sending a clear message to the people of the country.
"Milo, you there?" A voice came up over his radio. It was Javor, his comrade who was watching over where the attack would take place.
"Yes, what's happening?" He replied.
"There's a fairly well protected convoy of limousines passing through your area. Apparently they're transporting the Secretary of Defence, so yeah. There also happened to be some electrical issues with an intersection in your route, so watch out." Javor informed Milojica about his route.
"Got it, thanks for the heads up." Immediately after, he turned the ignition for the Ural-4320, which started up the massive engine. Although death was pretty much certain for him, he volunteered to do this when nobody else would. He was regarded as a "Hero of the Revolution" by his fellow revolutionaries, and even wished luck by Anton Komogartsev himself, the founder and supreme leader of the VRP.
As he was lost in his thoughts, he noticed several police cruisers pass by on the road in front of him. This was it. [i"]Third limo from the first..."[/i] Milo said to himself, as the vehicles stopped at the uncontrolled intersection. As the first one rolled by, the second one began passing when he slammed the gas pedal down. Right as the third limo was about to turn, the Ural t-boned the side of it, slamming it into the Starbucks and most likely killing the secretary. As he opened the door and got out, he held up his detonator as he prepared to detonate the IED.
"A NEW DAWN RIS-" Just as he was about to yell out what he was told to, his entire vision went completely dark. The last thing he never saw was the driver of the limo roll down his window and shoot him in the head before he could detonate the bomb. Regardless, the secretary was dead, as well as most of the others inside the limo and many bystanders. Not long after, the VRP would begin mobilizing, and a "new dawn" would rise upon Vertanika, that they believed nobody could stop.