Malaclypse the Seeker

10:59 am - [Story] [Antifanfic] It come like a flash -- like a vision, burnt across the clouds.

So... yeah.

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Regime Change

Nicolae Carpathia stared at the three advisors his deputy had presented. A somewhat disreputable looking group, the one male advisor had the buttoned-down tweedy look of an Oxford scholar, marred only by the vicious scar that ran down the left side of his face. To his left, an auburn-haired woman fidgeted uncomfortably in her business suit, while to his right a tall brunette stared owlishly at the soon-to-be Supreme Potentate.

Not the kind of advisors he had expected, but Fortunato had recommended them, and Fortunato hadn't steered him wrong yet.

"Mr. Secretary," said the man, "at the request of Mr. Fortunato, we've gone over all the applicable data regarding the, ah, prophecies surrounding your tenure as Supreme Potentate. Unfortunately, our initial analysis suggests that there is no way to successfully defy the prophecy."

Carpathia frowned. "That is unfortunate," he muttered.

The taller woman smiled. "However! A deep analysis suggests that there is a solution." The other two advisors nodded at this.

"Well?"

The three advisors looked at each other. Carpathia's frown shifted into a scowl. "What is the solution? Don't just sit there, give it to me!"

On the straight line, the man reached into his coat, pulled out a strange-looking weapon and fired at Carpathia. The Secretary-General of the United Nations vanished in a cloud of greenish light and a faint whuffle sound. The taller woman pulled a similar raygun from her handbag and vaporized Fortunato. The shorter woman reached behind her, pulling a sword from thin air and bounded over the conference table with a ringing Farsi curse, decapitating Carpathia's security council.

"The solution, Nicolae," the man said cheerfully to Carpathia's empty chair, "is when the Antichrist comes around, kill him and take his stuff."

The taller woman dropped her gun back into her bag, fished around inside it for a second, then pulled out a tricorder. "PKE readings are all flat," she announced. "No physical or spiritual residue."

"Great," said the shorter woman as she cleaned the blood off her sword with a power tie. "I hate dealing with exorcisms."

"The question now, ladies," said the man, "is what shall we do with our new one world order?"

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"Regime Change"
Part 1 of "The Magnificent Trio vs. Left Behind"
(c) 2007 S. M. Breen