Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-25828117-20180529215510

"Arrêtez!" The leader of the group below ground said, halting his comrades. All three of them waited with baited breath as footsteps approached.

An American patrol was combing through the sewers up ahead.

"Retour..." He whispered to them, waving for the two men to take steps back while he pulled out a pistol.

Meanwhile, almost exactly above them the men and women of the Canadian senate were anxious. Many of them had offices facing the promanade and square, now filled with angry people. Calling them traitors and cowards.

"We're ready, Governor." An young assistant with gaunt features notified.

Governor Lapointe had been daydreaming again. He held his cup of tea in one hand and stirred with the spoon in the other in a careful manner.

The windows of this important government building, despite it's Neo-gothic designs from the late 19th century were thick and bullet proof. The roaring crowds at their doorstep were barely audible. It was a surreal experience.

Lapointe looked at his assistant.

"Tell them I will be with them shortly." he sighed.

Adam had been defeated, for almost fifteen years he had endeavored to keep Canada free. Now look at him. A puppet of a puppet government ready to write in law yet another bill that nobody had voted for.

Part of him wished that the mob would storm the building and just kill every single person within. Himself included.