20th July 2020 3:22 AM, location… unknown…
An underground prison facility, it’s hot and humid, prisoners in their cells having to drink the sweat coming from their foreheads for any kind of liquid substance, whilst the Rufuinan guards are simply standing their enjoying themselves with their cool drinks of water, colas and others.
The prisoners they were guarding were communists and other forms of left wing revolutionaries, gathered from Puntalia during the takeover and overtime from Rufuina too, the prisoners thought their lives were over, that they’d never see the light of day again, or the darkness of the night, little did they know however such was about to change.
“Are they ready?” A commander in his office asked, the same commander whom contacted Hanlon about ‘Plan Red’.
“Yes sir, the prisoners will hardly be a threat to security.” An S.O.D. operative said, standing next to him as the commander looked out of a window to the lines of prison cells.
“And the cavalry?”
“They’ve taken the bait, nothing indicates they know of Plan Red.” The S.O.D. operative said knowing of Plan Red, it seemed the Special Operatives Division were in on the plan.
“Good order the secret evacuation, leave the guards that were listed as ‘disruptive’…” The commander simply stated proceeding to walk out of the room with the S.O.D. operative walking closely behind him, he’d signal another S.O.D. operative and he immediately knew what he meant.
As the prison was commencing their ‘secret evacuation’, on the dirt road leading to the secret underground prison a convoy of trucks filled with communist militia men, armed with rifles and adorned with canvas clothes with a simple red flag patch to signify their allegiance.
Where they were going was obvious, the prison which had been disguised as a warehouse in the middle of no where, with only a few pretend security guards that weren’t even in military uniform standing outside the gates, eventually they saw the trucks incoming and began to panic as they saw more and more trucks encroaching.
“Damnit! No no!” One of the security guards bleated out as he went to sound the alarm, but such wouldn’t stop the communists coming to liberate their comrades, he managed to raise the alarm but he and his fellow security guards were shot, the men dismounted their trucks.
“Go! Find that entrance! VÁMANOS!” A man in a uniform ordered at his soldiers who began to scour the warehouse in search of a secret entrance, meanwhile a certain Puntalian-Rufuinan former general came out of the front seats of one of the trucks, Edward Fransisco, a man who has betrayed both of his countries of Puntalia and Rufuina for the communist revolution.
Inside the prison alarms were going off and only the famished prisoners and the guards not evacuated, the ‘disruptive’ guards as listed by the commander, were the only ones inside the facility now, as those with any form of value were already evacuated out by a secret entrance, the prisoners were coming to their bars to see what the hell was going on, and the guard began to get ready for a fight.
“I’VE FOUND THE ENTRANCE!” A Puntalian militia man shouted across at the other end of the warehouse, a hatch and as soon as he opened it, bullets began flying and he was shot, whilst the guards in the facility were well trained soldiers, their rough and rowdy attitudes and the sheer numbers of the communist militia men soon led to a victory for the communists.
The militia men scoured the entire facility and the prisoners began letting out cheers for their liberators from within their cells, eventually Edward made his way to the biggest cell in the facility, and raised his hands to motion everyone to be quiet so that everyone could hear him.
“Comrades!.. The revolution has arrived! Let us break the people’s bonds once and for all!” Edward would cry out from an announcers table, designed so that the whole cell block could hear a single person, as Edward finished speaking, all the cell doors simultaneously opened and the prisoners began pouring out with cheers of support.
It seemed the revolution had a big army now…
20th July 12:21 PM, Fargo, the States House
Hanlon was in his office writing and signing general orders and other administrative needs, his phone began to ring and he leaned over to pick it up. “This is the supreme president speaking.”
“Sir…” A voice from the other line said with a very nervous and frightened voice. “F-facility 2 has been completely swept, the prisoners are all gone… the guards are dead, we think it may have something to do with Edward.”
Hanlon listened carefully, he’d eventually take a big sigh to come off as if he was annoyed or somehow taken a back by this. “I see… make the necessary arrangements, find out what you can.”
“Yes s-” The man on the other line said but Hanlon cut him off by hanging up the phone before he could even say ‘Yes sir’, Hanlon sighed again and leaned back in his office chair, however a cheeky smirk grew on his face and even developed into a grin…