The Police, Outside the Asylum
T he officer in charge of the collective forces gave a little speech just minutes ago. It was addressed to both the crowd gathered outside and his own force. In simple and short words, it was about how they hated killing civilians and whichever innocents may inhabit the asylum, but that it was such a small sacrifice for ending the terrorism they were facing.
All in the name of the Queen , he had said.
Now, he was readying his men, monitoring their moves and making sure they were covering all exit points of the asylum. ‘Shoot to kill’ was the order. They weren’t here to investigate. They were here to end the reign of those who insanely called themselves Wonderlanders.
Alice and the March’s pictures had been sent to all units earlier. It was obligatory that those two were confirmed dead after the attack.
Then, he saw a woman from the crowd watching the new pope in the Vatican. That rebellious young man who did not sweet talk his people. He did not make excuses or preach for peace. Angelo Cardone was a loon, but one that people loved.
Including the officer ready to order his men.
He checked his watch.
Two minutes until the deadline.
But then, a vision of his niece flashed before his eyes. She’d been a victim of one of the attacks in the last months.
The man lost all control on his emotions and whistled.
The police began their moves.
“The hell with deadlines,” the man said under his breath. “All Wonderlanders must die.” Just like Angelo Cardone had been preaching in the Vatican.