Californian Posted May 18, 2010 Report Share Posted May 18, 2010 Interim President Ty Eyvindsson looked out his window as the plane slowly descended into the metropolis of Washington DC. Only months ago it had been Washington FD, home of a corrupt regime which had brutally tortured and murdered Northern Republic citizens, a memory still fresh in Eyvindsson's mind. Even more, he remembered the Northern Republic president authorizing the missile strike on FD and today Ty gazed out, taking in just how effective the missiles had been. Craters seemed to be everywhere, though they seemed crowded with the construction going on all around. The construction provided Eyvindsson with hope, of a city that was moving forward from its dark past. He too wondered if the USA was able to move on from the bleak history of the FSA. The standard luxury jet filled with the usual entourage of aides and officials slowly landed and came to a stop after taxiing off the runway. The door automatically opened and stairs slid down, gently touching the ground. A split second later, Ty Eyvindsson walked down the steps, eager to meet the waiting officials, his new neighbors. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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