A Single camera starts slowly moving into focus on a beaten man strapped to a chair. The room barely lit with a single crack of light from an off screen window spliiting the mans face. Steady stream of blood running down his forehead across the side of his swollen eye. Casscading over the swelling and onto a formely pristine and expensive suit. A muffled voice coming from out of frame "Tell them who you are."
"I...am Chuck Hagel.The security of state of the USA." The off camera voice shouting once more "Tell them why your here."
"I'am here, because, because i'am a mutant hater and i'am responceable." The angered voice instantly filling the silence
"READ IT!" a loud cocking noise revealing the pressence of a firearm. The muffled voice leveing off to a menacing even tone "Get on with it"
"My actions have and will further lead to genetic genocide. Against my own people." The securitys audiable discomfort lacing every syllable as he struggled on. " Our president and our government are liars and thieves, biggoted ideologists brought by the highest bidder or their own warped sence of right and wrong."
Looking up towards the camera as the words of the page ran dry "Turn it over". His eyes reading ahead revealing a glimpse of his own fate, causing a tone of panic as a tear visualy ran from his deformed eye. "By demonizing mutations, you have left the mutants of this country no choice by to become demons. So this broadcast is tell you Clarice we are coming. I'am but the first."
A shadowy figure walking into shot hidden by the dark grabbing the secruitys chair and dragging him towards a set of curtains. Pulling them open to reveal a clear shot of the white house on the horizon a faint hiss causing a spray of blood across the window The video fading out as the droplets ran down over the iconic presidential residence.
Placing the video in to a package and sealing it placing it on his victims lap. Walking calmly down to reception and handing his keys back. Before walking around the front door. Walking over to a nearby phonebox. Picking up the receiver and dialling three numbers, reaching into his pocket and pressing play on a small dictaphone "OH MY GOD, I THINK THERE HAS BEEN A SHOOTING. I HEARD GUNSHOTS SEND SOME OFFICERS QUICKLY!" A hollywood starlets dialogue from long forgoten blockbuster. Placing the receiver on the the dictaphone and walking away.
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