Okay.
A large gathering of New Manhattan citizens and Syriakian immigrants alike forms in the plaza in front of the capital building. On a platform in front of the barbed wire fence that surrounds the capital's facility stands the Syriakian president. The president wears one of the finest white suits in New Manhattan, easily visible in front of the black metal wall behind him, his hands tied behind his back. A firing squad lines up in front of him, approximately five men, armed with ceremonial rifles. Monitors all over the city display the execution live, as a man to the side of the group shouts, "Ready, aim!" the five men raise their rifles, aiming them at the president.
"Fire!"
The word echoes throughout the silent plaza, followed by five loud bangs, the president's suit begins to turn red around several holes in his chest. He drops to the ground, dead.