Chapter III: The First Lead

The army stood in place for the attack.

The gang was also ready, at the orders of Pierre.

John saw a figure in the plain border, fully camouflaged, placing the French and USA's flag down, casting an evil smile on him.

John knew that he was Pierre.

"Fire! The Mob have come! Get your guns ready! The leader is over here!"

It was simple for the USA to get rid of the 'Mob' because they were not the Mob.

They were refugees who were turned out of Canada. 

The whole group of refugees ran, armed with their muskets, thinking it was the USA who turned them out.

The Army, prepared for a major strike was fully equipped with turrets, artillery, tanks, etc.

They laughed at this sight but nonetheless, they fired at the refugees, not knowing them to be refugees.

The cocking of muskets was heard.

The refugees, including Pierre, ran towards the army, prepared for battle.

John laughed, thinking Pierre would be so retarded that he would attempt suicide against the USA's huge army.

The 'musketeers' shot every person they saw.

The army, on the other side, shot many of the 'Mob' not caring for life.

The refugees, running, got killed in small numbers but they were dead soon fast.

The stampede had caused a lot of smoke.

John saw a jeep riding towards the USA.

He fired at its engine.

The car flew, a scream was heard, the soldiers aimed their guns at the big machine, the refugees were dead.

John ran towards the burning jeep and got Pierre out.

"Now tell me, Pierre, who are you really? I need all information. Tell me, otherwise, I might blow your brains out!" said John, feeling victorious.

"I am more influential in the USA than you think. I can get out of jail immediately, by escaping, or by trial. The Judge would even allow me to choose! What's the use now? How can you even take me to other jails? The same thing will happen to other countries. I think you were white during the game, and I was black. You played e4, I moved e5 on the board. What's your move?"

John answered, "I moved Nf3. I already prepared my horses.

John sat down, took his walkie-talkie, and said, "Deputy, we found the criminal."

No answer.

"Deputy, I repeat, we found the criminal. Do you copy, sir?"

Silence over the line.

Something must be wrong, he thought. He tried again,

"Deputy, Do you copy? We found the criminal. What are our next orders?"

Finally, a voice crackled over the line.

"Good day, monsieur."

"All units, redirect to HQ! Fast! Something has befallen the Deputy!"

They reached HQ, kicked open the door of the Deputy, and saw the Deputy, lying in his chair, with a hole in his forehead.