In a bustling city in Columbia, a tatty sky blue car, that must have been well into it's thirties, pulled up outside a down-standard hotel, just outside the city center. A very average looking man jumped out of the passenger side and the car drove off, leaving a huge cloud of black smoke behind it. Although the man was obviously from somewhere in the more developed world, any impartial bystander would not have been at all concerned by his presence and would just assume that he was there for that afternoon's speech, as so many other foreigners were. Anyone who...
a sniper rifle as it unleashed a bullet at the candidate's chest.

Ligaments, flesh, blood and shattered boned ripped out of his back. Blood soaked into his white shirt. His face relaxed and he fell to the ground.

Slowly the crowd's roars turned to sobs and wails, as many of the crowd fell to their knees, and head in hands, cried for a nation.

No one looked up to see Baron leave the hotel. Neither did anyone see him climb into the back of the car he arrived in and pull off into the distance.