A friend of mine is writing a military book. He's asked me to have a read and edit of it. I've also wrote a Prologue for the book. The story is about large Corporations taking over the running of America and their use of PMC's in Europe.
Prologue
The Prime Minster sat in the main library in Checkers waiting for the aid from the Ministry of defense Only in a national emergency would he be called from his bed and flown up to Checkers at 2am. He had been given no warning, no debrief, not even his personal guard. He was a man at the end of his stress line as it was, this was not helping. He was a man still in his first 5 years in charge and was already the most unpopular MP in the last 30 years. Britain was a mess, much worse than the 3 day weeks of the 1970’s. Since the ‘Unification’ of America 4 years ago and the closure of its Government, Britain has been shut of any of the wealth coming from it. It seems the two countries “Special Friendship” was in fact just one way.
The large oak door swung open and a confident man walked in with a briefing file in his hands.
“And you are?” Inquired the PM. He knew he was Military from the way he carried himself but what rank or division was lost to him.
“That is beyond your rank of security sir” said the man in return.
“What? Excuse me but…” replied the startled PM.
“Let me explain this to you in the simplest terms Sir. A Prime Minister lasts 4 years or so. Government’s come and go. We’re about to undertake the world’s biggest Black Ops endeavor and you can’t be trusted. What we do need is this to be signed.” And with that throws the file in front of the PM and then continues “since Unification and Corporate takeover of the Americas as you know things have reached an unexceptional level. Nuclear weapons under the control of a power not voted by the people for the people…”
“Save me the free world bullshit line son.” cut in the PM
“Fine. The majority of US bases now abandon around the globe and troops pulled back to North America make it near impossible to breach their borders. Any attempt to do so will end in World War Three. They keep their troops over there and Europe, Russia and China don’t invade.” explained the mystery man.
“I know the security briefs. Get to the point” snapped the now annoyed PM.
The man fixed his glare and continued his brief.
“Bottom line is that the Yanks aren’t playing to their rules. The UN has extensive evidence to show they are using Private Military Contractors within Europe and Africa to further the American Agenda. We can’t be seen to engage them… just yet at any rate.”
“You have me somewhat confused now” quietly answered the PM.
“Simply Prime Minister you will sign that UN agreement to ensure Britain joins them in with not only black ops funding but clandestine personnel” Growls the suited man as he leans into the PM.
The leader looks down at the file. Along with the typical ‘Top Secret’ reference stamps it simple states ‘Operation: SARIF’. He may have been a waste of a country’s leader but even he knew that whatever this was, it was the first steps to a possible World War. But with Britain cut off they were in their worst condition ever. This would at least get them back in with Europe; with a deep sigh he signed.
Prologue
The Prime Minster sat in the main library in Checkers waiting for the aid from the Ministry of defense Only in a national emergency would he be called from his bed and flown up to Checkers at 2am. He had been given no warning, no debrief, not even his personal guard. He was a man at the end of his stress line as it was, this was not helping. He was a man still in his first 5 years in charge and was already the most unpopular MP in the last 30 years. Britain was a mess, much worse than the 3 day weeks of the 1970’s. Since the ‘Unification’ of America 4 years ago and the closure of its Government, Britain has been shut of any of the wealth coming from it. It seems the two countries “Special Friendship” was in fact just one way.
The large oak door swung open and a confident man walked in with a briefing file in his hands.
“And you are?” Inquired the PM. He knew he was Military from the way he carried himself but what rank or division was lost to him.
“That is beyond your rank of security sir” said the man in return.
“What? Excuse me but…” replied the startled PM.
“Let me explain this to you in the simplest terms Sir. A Prime Minister lasts 4 years or so. Government’s come and go. We’re about to undertake the world’s biggest Black Ops endeavor and you can’t be trusted. What we do need is this to be signed.” And with that throws the file in front of the PM and then continues “since Unification and Corporate takeover of the Americas as you know things have reached an unexceptional level. Nuclear weapons under the control of a power not voted by the people for the people…”
“Save me the free world bullshit line son.” cut in the PM
“Fine. The majority of US bases now abandon around the globe and troops pulled back to North America make it near impossible to breach their borders. Any attempt to do so will end in World War Three. They keep their troops over there and Europe, Russia and China don’t invade.” explained the mystery man.
“I know the security briefs. Get to the point” snapped the now annoyed PM.
The man fixed his glare and continued his brief.
“Bottom line is that the Yanks aren’t playing to their rules. The UN has extensive evidence to show they are using Private Military Contractors within Europe and Africa to further the American Agenda. We can’t be seen to engage them… just yet at any rate.”
“You have me somewhat confused now” quietly answered the PM.
“Simply Prime Minister you will sign that UN agreement to ensure Britain joins them in with not only black ops funding but clandestine personnel” Growls the suited man as he leans into the PM.
The leader looks down at the file. Along with the typical ‘Top Secret’ reference stamps it simple states ‘Operation: SARIF’. He may have been a waste of a country’s leader but even he knew that whatever this was, it was the first steps to a possible World War. But with Britain cut off they were in their worst condition ever. This would at least get them back in with Europe; with a deep sigh he signed.
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