New Australian Military Base, Capital outskirts, 8:21 AM.
"Sir, attending. The locals haven't been very compliant with the relocation business."
"Just get them to do it and get them away from the infected. The infected have almost been don in already."
"Sir, that's the pro-"
Before the private could finish his sentence, a terrorist in a dark trench coat shot him in the gut, and the officer in the head.
The alarms went off, and a insurgent attack became a large battle. People were shooting on both sides. Civilians were shooting. Reporters were shooting. Everybody was shooting, including Him.
He was sent here to rustle up some war spirit. Do some kills, etc. He had been provided with a New Australian weapon and armor for the job. He had waded through the dead bodies, and finally approached the bunker, the guards dead. He walked inside, to much resistance from the officers. They were no matter. All his assault rifle ammo later, and they were dead. He snapped some of the maps, and left. He was killed outside. They had taken it back into control. But he got the photos, and as soon as he snapped them they were relayed to a satellite.
And He was dressed up as one of many terrorists.
