The king stood on his Edinburgh Castle balcony and looked over his city, Edinburgh. He looked down over the rough and rocky drop. It was about 1000 feet. They were nearly in the new year. He had to make the decision to declare Scotland as a part of the invasion on France. England, Wales, Ireland, Belgium and Switzerland had already agreed on an invasion. “Welcome to the party,” a deep french voice confidently said. He turned round and stared down the barrel of a gun. BANG! He crumbled and flipped over the balcony.

These were well known french terrorist that had just killed the scottish king in a time of real need for one. It was a group of roughly 6 men, all in their late 30’s, all armed. They walked inside and looked over the brilliant Scottish party. There was 1 reporter waiting in the lobby sort place for the party. There was also 2 cameras all working for BBC news. They went down into the lobby. BANG! The leader of the gang was named Antony. He was the one that shot the king and he had just shot the reporter.

These men meant business. 2 men shot the 2 camera men at the exact same time. Antony stared into the camera and said “This is a terrorist attack. If you try to intervene you will be killed.” The men walked into the main party room. “EVERYONE QUIET,” Antony shouted in his deep French accent. “ANYBODY WHO MOVES DIES.” He picked up his phone as it was ringing. A rich English accent muttered the words “bad mistake Antony sir. You shouldn’t have said that on live TV. That has broadcasted to most Televisions in the UK. The police and army are on their way. Enjoy.”

He went up to the balcony where he had shot the king and looked over the city. There was about 23 roads closed. And there was police coming down every one of them. He went back into the party room. He walked over to one of his men. “Leave all the hostages. We got what we wanted. The king is dead. The helicopter will be here in 5 minutes.” They walked up the spiral steps and onto the roof. There came the helicopter flying quickly in. The helicopter landed on top of the roof. “Take us to Bordeaux please pilot.”

“Sorry but I can’t get you there. I can, however get you to prison.” He knocked the gun out Antony’s hand and shoved him out the chopper. He watched as the boss dropped about 1200 feet into a lake. “Are you dead?” The pilot shouted. “Oui or No.”

Oliver Geddes