All of a sudden, a man busts in.
“Governor! The rebels have breeched the oute-“
His head and brain juices splatter on the floor with a wet thud.
A small party of rebels enter the room, and her bodyguards raise their rifles cautiously.
“I am the representative of the workers, and I come to you with an ultimatum.”
The governor quickly responds “And what is that?”
“You are to resign as governor and hand command to commander tequila, otherwise we will kill you.
She responds, “Looks like I don’t have a choice.”
