After receiving this news, the rebellious leader makes an appearance on the concrete stage in center square in the Abdullahian capital, Utukufu. His face is wrapped perfectly, wearing an outfit familiar to historians as the outfit often worn by general Kibwe Askari. He is escorted onto the stage by several men armed with ancient AR-62s, that look well maintained. The crowd that had gathered there, having been notified before secretly, began to cheer. He thrust his hands upward, shouting greetings in many languages. The crowd cheers his appearance, applauding him. He lowers his hands, silencing the crowd. He grips the podium, looking around at the crowd, and then examining the low skyline carefully. He checks to make sure that his makeshift security is in place, a group of men armed similarly to those who stand on stage with him. The head of security gives him an ok to begin, and so he addresses the crowd in the language most spoken by he Abdullahian people.
"Wandugu, siku hii alama ya siku kwamba amani ni wa maandishi kati ya waasi Abdullahian na Shirikisho," he stops as the crowd begins to cheer. He silences them again, "Hii haimaanishi hata hivyo kuwa sisi ni mara nyingine tena bure. Sisi bado lazima kupambana kwa ajili ya uhuru wetu, si na silaha na vurugu, lakini kwa maneno na diplomasia." The crowd cheers again, and the man waits for it to die down more before silencing them. "Mimi kuuliza kwamba seli ambao ni waaminifu kwa kusababisha wetu kila mahali tafadhali kuweka chini silaha yako na kurudi kwao na sababu kwa mara moja. Kwa ajili Abdullahi!" With that, he steps down. One of the members of security on stage stays behind to fly the Abdullahian flag, saluting it and leaving the stage, catching up to the escort.
The man and his entourage drive off, taking a complicated route of backstreets and alleyways to their HQ, and disappear to any eyes in the sky under a layer if foliage.
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