11-17-2014, 08:39 PM
Freetown, Sierra Leone
"It is done, General."
Colonel Doe hung up a phone and turned to face General Wallace-Johnson. The message had been short and simple; another of the few members of the elected Sierra Leonean parliament that had openly resisted the General's pending take-over of the broken government was dead. Killed by enemy action, as the report and investigation would reveal.
General Wallace-Johnson was a bear of a man, by Sierra Leonean standards. Barrel chested, thick armed. He had raised to his position through a dangerous mix of intimidation and charisma. It helped that he was a competent leader; under his command the border patrols between Sierra Leone and the failed-state of Guinea had proven successful at stopping illegal immigration, poachers, and raids by warlords.
Of course all of that had been undone since the attempted coup. They had lost contact with the last of the border posts that had stayed loyal to their duty and hadn't joined the Temne or run off at the first signs of trouble.
The General nodded in solemn approval; he had ordered done what was necessary. The country was broken, and needed someone to fix it. That someone, of course, was himself. And to fix it, he had to rid his people of cancer that were the Temne. He would ring the life out of every man, woman, and child of that damned breed himself if need be.
"All that is left then is to get this foreign upstart reigned in."
The General frowned at the news feed of the CEO of Legion Premiere speaking of the fighting in Jedah and the situation in Sierra Leone. "When will your men reach that damn Chinese plant they're hold up in?"
"Within the hour, General. But it seems there are reporters there already. The follow Mr Danjou and Ms Grey like ticks. They were already through the last checkpoint before my men could inform me the reporters were moving. Most have kept within the city until now."
The Colonel was not afraid of delivering the unfortunate news to the General; the man wasn't the type to strike down or punish his officers. They were what kept him in power, after all.
The General nodded. It came as little surprise, really. "So be it. This will only strengthen our position as the new government. We will bring these mercenaries into hand. Mr Danjou is a business man playing soldier. He will not be able to turn down my offer. We've lost too many men to General Katlego's traitorous actions. I need those mercenaries on my payroll, Colonel."
The Colonel nodded in agreement, whether he felt it or not. "Of course, Sir. He is a business man. Money is the only thing his sort understands."
The General nodded and glanced at his watch. "Have the Red Cross staff removed with the mercenaries and reporters. Once they are gone, your men are free to do as is needed with the traitors and rats hiding in that camp."
Colonel Doe smiled at that and saluted the General, then turned to leave; he would oversee the situation near Masiaka by radio. "Of course, Sir."
"It is done, General."
Colonel Doe hung up a phone and turned to face General Wallace-Johnson. The message had been short and simple; another of the few members of the elected Sierra Leonean parliament that had openly resisted the General's pending take-over of the broken government was dead. Killed by enemy action, as the report and investigation would reveal.
General Wallace-Johnson was a bear of a man, by Sierra Leonean standards. Barrel chested, thick armed. He had raised to his position through a dangerous mix of intimidation and charisma. It helped that he was a competent leader; under his command the border patrols between Sierra Leone and the failed-state of Guinea had proven successful at stopping illegal immigration, poachers, and raids by warlords.
Of course all of that had been undone since the attempted coup. They had lost contact with the last of the border posts that had stayed loyal to their duty and hadn't joined the Temne or run off at the first signs of trouble.
The General nodded in solemn approval; he had ordered done what was necessary. The country was broken, and needed someone to fix it. That someone, of course, was himself. And to fix it, he had to rid his people of cancer that were the Temne. He would ring the life out of every man, woman, and child of that damned breed himself if need be.
"All that is left then is to get this foreign upstart reigned in."
The General frowned at the news feed of the CEO of Legion Premiere speaking of the fighting in Jedah and the situation in Sierra Leone. "When will your men reach that damn Chinese plant they're hold up in?"
"Within the hour, General. But it seems there are reporters there already. The follow Mr Danjou and Ms Grey like ticks. They were already through the last checkpoint before my men could inform me the reporters were moving. Most have kept within the city until now."
The Colonel was not afraid of delivering the unfortunate news to the General; the man wasn't the type to strike down or punish his officers. They were what kept him in power, after all.
The General nodded. It came as little surprise, really. "So be it. This will only strengthen our position as the new government. We will bring these mercenaries into hand. Mr Danjou is a business man playing soldier. He will not be able to turn down my offer. We've lost too many men to General Katlego's traitorous actions. I need those mercenaries on my payroll, Colonel."
The Colonel nodded in agreement, whether he felt it or not. "Of course, Sir. He is a business man. Money is the only thing his sort understands."
The General nodded and glanced at his watch. "Have the Red Cross staff removed with the mercenaries and reporters. Once they are gone, your men are free to do as is needed with the traitors and rats hiding in that camp."
Colonel Doe smiled at that and saluted the General, then turned to leave; he would oversee the situation near Masiaka by radio. "Of course, Sir."