A Battle Unseen

[Dredd]

[January, 5614, 8am Kundrati Presidential Office]


Supreme Commissar of Internal Security Lazar Saburov walked before Sladeks front door, the two guards standing parallel remained motionless and at attention. No word had come out of the Supreme leaders office for hours, and nobody had seen hide nor hair of him, very unusual. Entering his quarters without invitation was likely to give you a death sentence, but he and Sladek had had doings for some time and could be considered on cordial terms, perhaps he would be merciful if he intruded? Saburov toyed with the ideas, and finally decided to enter the room, both the guards dared not question him but watched in nervous contemplation. "Step aside" He commanded, and they made way, and he swung the door open closing it behind him.

His eyes immediately widened as audibly gasped, his body frozen. There he was, body splayed upon his desk with a crimson pool beside his head. Lazar looked around him, checking that the door was closed. He stood for perhaps 30 seconds before daring a step forward, heart pounding and sweating bullets. He leered over the corpse, "C-Comrade? are you alright?" Met only with silence, he dared to see what paper had been on the desk, shocked to read the ramifications. Ruslan!? Lazar thought to himself, feeling slightly betrayed, he had made known his intentions of taking office for some time, and to think Sladek would even dare put this closeted communist in power made him feel physically ill. Perhaps Sladek had had a momentary mental lapse or his illness made him insane in his last hours, he stared at the paper woefully thinking of what would come, and suddenly he stopped. Holding his breath he raised the paper before him and studied it, having an epiphany. He was the only one who knew Sladek had perished, and the only one who knew of this paper, we he to simply, have a new one made under the commissariats best forgers....

Lazars eyes lit up as he imagined himself sitting in Sladeks seat and goosebumps covered him. It was the only way, the only way to ensure the legion remains triumphant, Lazar dashed over to the safe behind the giant portrait of the leader and entered in the combination, seizing any incriminating documents as fast as he could, before anyone arrived, and promptly chucking them into a metal bin lit them ablaze. Lazars shaking hands folded the document into his coat and he stormed out the door yelling for a doctor, trying as hard as possible to conceal his child like excitement and smug grin as he sprinted down the red carpeted hallways.