A rifle butt to the face greets President Yasir Al-Fulani this morning. Before, he was the leader of the Republic of Adal, now he's just a political prisoner. Dragged out of bed, his security detail nowhere to be found, Yasir pleads for his kidnappers to show mercy as he hears his wife and children dragged away. He doesn't resist, knowing it'll only make things worse.

    Shoved into a vehicle, a foreigner holding an Uzi to his face, Al-Fulanni recognizes him as Viktor Zhakaev, a Russian oligarch with ties to the country's oil fields, hydroelectric plants, and shipping businesses.

    "Viktor, please, this is madness-" Yasir begins, only for a bag to be shoved over his head. He hears a familiar voice over loudspeakers. Every news channel on every television, every radio station, blares with the voice of a man he thought he trusted, Khaled Al-Asad.

    "We trusted this man with bringing our country to the modern age, but he has betrayed us and left our people destitute, our children starving, all because everything we worked for was sent to the west! This ends today, it ends now in blood and fire!" Al-Asad proclaims over the broadcast.

    Yasir can hear people being dragged out of their homes, gunfire erupting, the familiar sounds of family members crying out as their loved ones are killed like dogs. The car ride is full of this racket, as Al-Asad continues to denigrate his name.

    As the car stops, Yasir is dragged out of the vehicle, his hands bound. The bag on his head is removed, as he sees Al-Asad in combat fatigues with a pistol handed to him by a foreigner he doesn't recognize.

    "Khaled, Khaled don't do this!"

    Al-Asad says nothing to Yasir, he motions to the camera and looks directly at it. "This is how it begins." And then Yasir is shot in the head for the viewing of millions.

    The grisly murder is broadcast all over the world, politicians and generals scramble to determine a response to this horrific coups d'tat.