Nathan
GA Member
- Jul 2, 2018
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Military Operations Tied to this event;
Chapter 1 : Infiltration
Prime Minister Harrington's first year as Prime Minister had been uneventful. With the arrival of May, the cold harsh Canadian winter had begun to subside. Allowing the Prime Minister to take a weekend retreat to his coastal home in Halifax.
His office overlooked the wild Atlantic as it crashed against the rocks. The force of which had left a jagged coastline below. The Prime Minister was working late into the evening as darkness fell on Eastern Canada. The Parliamentary recess had allowed PM Harrington a rare break. Downstairs, his wife Claire was cooking dinner - a rare pleasantry for the couple.
Harrington grew tired as he continued to look over the latest budget bill being drafted by the Minister of Finance. Taking a break, he took his coffee to his window. Looking at the sprawling lights of Halifax along the coast. The towering buildings reflecting against the darkness of the swirling Atlantic.
The tranquillity of the moment was interrupted by the flickering of the office light above. Harrington looked up at the light as it danced into the night - before a loud click brought an end to it's dance.
"Bloody fuses"
Harrington returned to the window. The Prime Minister squinted as the sky was full of stars - at a density never seen before. He searched for the reflection of Halifax - but it was not to be found. The city's lights no longer shining out over the bay.
At that moment, the door of his office flew open with force. His RCMP guards entered with purpose, weapons drawn and armed with powerful torches
"Sir, we are extracting.. Canada is under attack"
The lead officer grabbed Harrington as the men moved out of the office and down the stairs of the residence
"John! John! What's happening" Claire shouted as her personal agent escorted her towards her husband.
"I don't know Sweetheart.. everything will be okay. George what is going on?"
The lead RCMP officer grimaced;
"Unclear at the moment Sir - we received word from HQ - a computer virus has taken over multiple government systems - communications, electrical grid, air traffic control, traffic lights - It's all gone.. We've had to revert back to FM radio for communications"
Harrington paused;
"What? All of it?"
"From Halifax to Esquimalt Prime Minister. We need to get you back to Ottawa - We've sent a urgent request to the RCAF for assistance - a aircraft will meet us at Shearwater but we must go now"
"Indeed" Harrington decreed "We must send word back to Ottawa, the Cabinet and parliament must be convened at the earliest opportunity"
"Yes Sir"
The Prime Minister was bundled into his waiting vehicle. The darkness of Canada only broken by the blue and red lights of the convoy.
