January 15th, 1993
Washington D.C
On a cold American morning, people were seen with coats and gloves, some drove around the city in their cars while others slept peacefully in their homes. Brad Coleman, being the head of the U.S Strikeforce, he sat on a bench near the south gate. He was feeling bored and was pretty tired of his duty. Looking at the sky, he whispered to himself "When I die and turn into a butterfly, I'll come on this bench to rest".
"Eagle five to command, possible hostile approaching towards the east gate, Two vans one black and one white, nearly 20 meters distant from each other, over " Brad's radio crackled and popped his little bubble of imagination.
Brad's pace quickened as he hooked the radio on his belt and ran towards the east gate. He was worried and scared, but his patriotic spirit made him jump over the hedges, benches and other obstacles. From the experience of what he had countered before, this was a terrorist attack.
"I'm almost there, be ready" Brad commanded on the radio held in his left hand and a Glock 17 pistol getting drawn out from a holster attached on his belt.
Upon reaching, the East gate, Brad asked Agent Harris to call for more reinforcements. As Harris spoke on the radio the white van barred into the Eastern pillar of the White house, fortunately Brad was quick enough to dive behind a trash container which barely protected Brad from the heat wave, Brad was left deafened and the body of Harris was scattered into pieces of bones and flesh making the place red with his blood and black from the explosion.
The black van drifted in the smoke. Brad peeked from the trash container and saw five figures, emerging from the smoke, holding rifles and wearing bulletproof jackets over hazmat suits. Brad, who was feeling irritation from the heat, opened the lid off the freeze tube which was a specially designed Strikeforce weapon to release cool air and neutralize the effect of heat waves.
After a few seconds of opening the can, Brad let out a sigh of relief. He stood straight and fired bullets from his pistol on the terrorists. But his bullets were being stopped by the heavy bulletproof jackets. The terrorists responded to the firing with blasts of their heavy rifles. Out of the few bullets they fired, two hit Brad in the lower thorax he was immediately down on his knees.
He started feeling jerks in the chest and ringing sounds in his ears. Brad looked onto his chest and suddenly,
*Ughhh!*, He spat blood.
Brad fell to the ground as his, eyelids started to close. He laid flat on the ground and whispered to himself, "Oh, it's finally time to become a butterfly" but his eyes were opened in an instant and his bubble of imagination was popped again upon hearing someone's voice, someone familiar, someone really close to Brad.
"Reinforcements here to save the day", said Floyd carrying a SMG in his hand and a metal rod in the other for no reason. Just as when the terrorists put their fingers on the trigger of their guns, they were struck by a huge wave of bullets coming from behind Floyd. The bullets covered the area in smoke. Upon clearance, the terrorists were seen lying on the ground with their suits and jackets completely drenched in blood. Strikeforce squad which fired the bullets at the terrorists smiled looking at Brad.
Agent Sarah and Agent Mike ran towards the scattered flesh of Agent Harris. "This guy is done for real.", said Floyd. He picked up Brad onto his shoulders.
"Had a bad morning sir ?" asked Floyd.
"Yeah, you just stopped me from becoming a butterfly and experiencing the joy of flying over beautiful flowers".
Floyd smiled and whispered into his Radio, "Good morning America !".