December 14, 2014:
“Pull!” A rough voice swaddled in a Brooklyn accent yelled at his men. ‘Those idiots…if we’re caught with these guns, there’s no way I’m going to be let-off with a slap-on-the-wrist.’ He could feel a migraine start in his temples. ‘I need new workers.’
“I swear if you drop one more thing, Louey, I will shove my foot so far-up your ass-“
“-Or what?” Came a sophisticated voice from behind.
‘Damn it, when did Hans get here?’ Rich thought as he told his workers to pause so Hans could continue.
The man named Hans repeated himself, “Or what exactly? Hm, because you are in no position to threaten others.” His velvety voice caused Rich to break into a chilling sweat.
“I need you to do something for me.” Hans smiled, “And it’s not a request.”
February 14, 2016:
“On this day of love there is everything but love in the world.” The news reporter announced.
“The world is on the brink of destruction says government officials. As the nations’ leaders threaten and declare war on one another, America has closed its borders to others and has officially gone on lock-down.”
Before he could further his report, there was a world-wide announcement.
“A drug out-break has swept over various places in Egypt, Nigeria, and France causing its victims to turn a sickly pale colour and their hair to be jet-black. Investigators predict that the drug was shipped from U.S. to German ports.
“Finally, while in deep regrets, Buckingham Palace has been bombed. The Royal Family is dead.”
“World War III starts now…”