Posts Tagged ‘accused of Terrorism’

April 25, 2117

Well, now we know. I’m sure you’ve all seen the news broadcast by now…

“Tonight we bring you an update from Muni Six. It seems our homegrown terrorists, members of the Legion, are at it yet again. Earlier this week a concerned citizen, a local man by the name of Maritizio Polom, stumbled upon some startling information. Mr. Polom says he overheard two criminals discussing an illegal delivery of water. He heard where and when the stolen goods were being delivered, and as a good Patriot, he was quick to convey this information to the nearest Containment Administrator. The Premiers confirmed the delivery and seized over 1,200 bottles of water.”

The video feed cut from the anchor desk to an interview of Mr. Polom. “I don’t know if I’m a hero.” He wore a sheepish grin, feigning humility. “I mean, I didn’t know if they were radicals, or just crazy or what…but I knew it wasn’t right and figured, man I just… you can’t hear something like and that and pretend you didn’t. You know? You gotta do what’s right…for the Nation.”

“Indeed.” The anchor smiled broadly as the feed cut back to her. “And a good thing he did too. While the Elites suspect Braden James is behind this, they aren’t sure how far this goes just yet. They don’t know the motives for the delivery, the source or even who it was intended for. Though, they did apprehend the three who made the delivery, as well as thirteen others they believe intended to accept delivery. Of course, we will tell you more as additional details become available. But for now, let’s tune in to today’s earlier press conference.”

Video showed Sheriff Garrett addressing the media with arms outstretched, palms to the crowd as though he were making a grand proclamation from atop his dais. “Now, all of us, the entire Capital, heck the entire Nation owe Mr. Polom a bit of gratitude. He was forthcoming in sharing this information and helped thwart a possible attack, or at the very least, prevented Legion terrorists from again removing themselves from you and I. They may believe themselves above our laws, our restrictions, but thanks to Mr. Polom, they are reminded that they must endure the same water restrictions as the rest of us. To show our thanks, the Municipal Six Capital would like to extend an offer to Mr. Polom and his entire family. He is a true Patriot and as such, we would like to extend every comfort possible.”

The camera zoomed out to show him being ushered to the stage, bewildered.

Sheriff Garrett continued. “Mr. Polom, we would like to offer you a new home within the Capital, amongst the Elites. This would be for you and your entire family. Now, I understand your current appointment is as a Transport Loader. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How would you like a new appointment?” He chuckled slightly at the confusion in Polom’s eyes, brushing off the visible trepidation and instead showing it as innocence for our viewers. “How would you like to be an Elite Chauffer? You’ll transport other Elites between Municipals, into the Underbelly, anywhere the programmable routes won’t allow. How does that sound? Hm?”

“That…” He gave a shaky breath of disbelief. “That would be amazing, Sir.”

“Wonderful!” the Sheriff gushed as the feed landed back on the anchor desk.

“Well, that was mighty generous of them, wasn’t it?” the anchor flashed her disingenuous smile at the camera once more. “So you see viewers, being a Patriot, supporting our Nation… that is all the Elites ask of us. And, as they proved yet again, to do so will only be met with generosity.”

Too disgusted to listen to any more of their lies and misinformation, I shut off my screen. What aired in this evening’s special did hold more information than I had expected. What it didn’t show however, was the truth.

Instead, they painted that snake of a man as a hero, welcoming him into their ranks, giving him prosperity for outing us. It was a very bold lesson and won them a lot of Patriots today. I don’t know of a time when the Legion, the entire Opposition, was in such ill favor in the eyes of the public, and it seems they will be pushing further down that path, turning as many disinterested citizens against us by any means possible. Such “generosity” may even grow dissent within the Opposition, more so than it already has. But this is a ploy, a bribe akin to the promise of heaven upon death to those who are deserving. It is a dirty practice used by those who seek power to convince the weak. The Elites’ use of this tool is not new, but it will make our intentions even more difficult.

Of course, the media neglected to further discuss the “apprehension” of the three men who delivered the water, and the thirteen others who attempted to retrieve it. Aware of the delivery, the Elites lay in wait and as our vehicle backed into the tunnel, they were ambushed. Our driver was killed instantly, parts of his brains splattered along his headrest as the other two were dragged from the vehicle. Each of them had their hands chopped off crudely by way of machete. The two men then had tourniquets tied to their arms, bandages applied to slow the bleeding of their stumped limbs and each were returned to the vehicle. The vehicle was edged out of the tunnel to ensure the sun could penetrate the windows and allow for our record breaking heat (in excess of 110 degrees) to join the tormented men within the cab of the truck.

When we were briefed, we witnessed all footage, footage not disseminated amongst the masses in this evening’s broadcast. I watched as they captured each of those thirteen souls, people desperate for life-sustaining water, our own brothers and sisters hoping they could conceal enough to get their loved ones through the next month. Each was captured alive, if not uninjured and made to stand in the shadows along the entrance to the tunnel. Each was held at gun point, gagged to ensure they could issue no alarm to fellow Legion members who might stumble into the Elites’ trap and … they watched. They watched the men inside the truck drift back and forth between shock, delusion from lost blood and nausea from heat exhaustion. Sweat rolled off the men in the truck as they moaned and cried. Begged. They became violently ill, one even banging his stump of a left arm on the window, hoping, demanding, needing humanity to engage one of his tormenter’s conscience, to no avail. The other flopped onto his back and tried kicking a window out, either forgetting that they had converted the Legion’s delivery truck to include bullet-proof windows, or hoping God would grant him the strength to break through regardless. Both men drowned in their own misery before sundown and all the forced spectators were promptly brought to stand before the vehicle in a half circle. Elites were sure to give them a good view of the inside of the cab as the guns held to each of their thirteen heads finally gave way, committing their bodies to the ground at the mouth of the tunnel.

In true Elite form, there was to be no service for those who had been executed. They would not be returning the bodies to loved ones. Instead, the water was claimed for their own stash, and surveillance was updated to ensure should anybody venture upon the scene in the hopes of retrieving a loved one, they too would be captured and appropriately punished.

After all, it’s the Elites’ America now, a country where to strive for life is to sin. So, until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.