Durdevac Minor
Captaincy of Divovia
0610 ZST
Grown heavier by liquid rain, a 34 year old Army Captain brashly kicked mud and the descending droplets of silver rain directly in to the face of what was but a ball like shape of a man. Water crawled between his lips, chilling the coffee stained teeth every chance it had. His eyes, a defining feature, managed to shine by reflecting flickers of light from within the barn, bloodhounds and their handlers were still double and triple checking every nook and cranny for escaped Senators.Captaincy of Divovia
0610 ZST
"One fatal flaw gentleman." he remarked with a snarky tone, holding back a snicker while retracting his boot to align with the other once more. "You assumed the Union had a conscious, that this God forsaken Military followed its heart and not cold hard Orders."
Enlisted soldiers, mere thugs really, pummeled three middle aged men in to each other like bowling pins cursed to stay in place with onslaught after onslaught. A female Civil Police Officer emerged from the mist wielding a cage of roosters in one hand and a chicken filled cage with the other. With glee proudly displayed upon her face, she tossed the little beasts in to the fray while attempting to hold back a sinister cackle of her own.
"We're just Senators, please sir, please?" one cried out, holding both hands together as if to pray to the Union Officers, who were in reality peons in the vast chain of command.
He now simply kicked smaller puddles and clumps of mud in their direction, with no true aim, "Orders are orders Senator old boy, someone tipped Sjadnbrdo off that y'all were fleeing tonight, and our orders are to make a mockery of you." the Commanding Officer chirped.
"Easy enough job, I'd say. So long as you do not mind the rain...Say, you don't mind the rain, do you Senators?"
Convulsing wildly like one of the crazed hens being terrorized by the Enlisted goons, a salt and pepper haired Senator rose to his feet "Perhaps we can pay you off, give you a salary this so-called Military never c-c-c-could?"
Portley, pissed, and wielding a club - another Civil Police Officer of the male variety asserted himself by bashing the standing Senator fiercely across the right knee, breaking the Senators ability to stand on two legs.
"I think that is enough, quite enough." the Commanding Officer declared, throwing away a soggy cigarette he had failed to light while having his profession insulted by the Senator. "Make not another remark against us, and I promise it'll be with bullets and not hatchets."
The Enlisteds howled with laughter while clanging hatchet and pistol together devilishly. Each tool of murder had been issued specially and exclusively for this mission, a welcome change of equipment from the standard rifle and entrenching tool (shovel/spade). Experimenting with the hatchet here would do their kindred spirits well, though it would be back to the old e-tool before long, a less deliberate and messy killer.
"We'll cooperate" squealed the one bracing his knee, to which another leaning against him nodded - contemplating what those hatchets might do to that same neck with slow precision.
Truly disappointed, but not hesitant to strike, two Enlisted soldiers emptied their ten deep clips in to the three senators, not even disturbing the horses a few meters away from the intense hydro showers that muffled all sound waves.
"Time for us to take over, get our hands dirty as it were." a Civil Police Officer said while directing his men to begin chopping the bodies into several more pieces, mindfully easing their destined passage through the wood chipper in the distance. The press would receive a different story from the one that truly transpired, instead the three unlucky Senators were destined to have run in to a single humble agrarian Farmer with a sizable collection of firearms. Alone and with no knowledge of who the Senators were, this farmer would proceed to remove the trespassers from this world for daring to thieve eggs and shelter from his barn.