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Region: The Democratic Republic

26th April, 1960, 12:00 AM, 11 Hours before Assassination Attempt.

"Remember, we can't f*ck this up, we make one mistake or kill one wrong person, we're dead, MacMillian is making his way to the Theatre in 10 hours, Nestoras and Nikolas will supply us from inside the theatre, get some sleep, tommorrow's a big day." Loukas said, he stared outside the hotel window overlooking the Sadler's Wells Theatre, he grabbed his handgun and loaded it, they had been preparing the assassination for months now, the plan was simple, kill all the security and kill The Prime Minister, and preferably, unload as many rounds into the civilians as they could. These eight men were part of The Greek Revolutionary Army, an underground movement lead by Nasos Zervoglou, a military officer of The Kingdom of Lakonia prior to its collapse, set up by those who escaped the grasp of Megarian capture following the defeat of their factions, they numbered around 10 000 soldiers strong, and had infiltrated almost every branch of the Megarian Government. So, why are they in Britain? You may ask, it is simple, to assassinate British Prime Minister Harold MacMillan and to leave just enough evidence for authorities to point blame at Greece, causing a war between the nations, leading to Greece's defeat, The GRA will side with the Brits, allowing them to defeat and Govern Greece.

This plan seemed to be perfect, well-coordinated and seemed impossible to mess up. The eight men went to bed, preparing for their assault.

6:00 AM, 5 Hours before Assassination Attempt.

Loukas looked at the men, as the low rumbling of the van filled the room. They rode in silence as they went through their plan once more, three of them would enter the Sadler's Wells Theatre, disguised as security and smuggle in weapons, then, when the speech began the rest of the five would enter the theatre, meeting up with the men disguised as security, and hand out weapons. They would then wait for Harold MacMillan to be in perfect range, before opening fire, the plan worked perfectly, they dropped documents that hinted at greek involvement, and then, all they had to do was to wait for the inevitable - a Greco-British War.

7th July 1960, Scottish Highlands

The plan didn't go well, there was no war, there was no revolution, there was nothing that could've helped the GRA. The entire British Police and NSIA were hunting them down - it would be a matter of time before they were caught, Loukas knew this, and he needed to find a way out, it was either that or the death penalty. Loukas sat in the empty basement of the Cabin, head pressing against the table as he tried to figure a way out. He had no contact with the GRA, no way of informing them about his plan on a great escapade. Even if he tried to contact them, he knew it was too big of a risk. Whatever way he was going to escape, he was going to have to do it alone.

He sat in silence for hours, fists clenched and at a loss of what to do. He could find the easy way out to simply defect to another nation, but he wanted to achieve his mission, and the only way to do so was to cause another international incident. Loukas stood up from the table and paced around the room, thinking to himself, he paced and paced, each step echoing in the empty chambers. He walked around as he noticed a paper detailing something peculiar. 

"Cruise to Canada! A New Land Awaits!"

Bingo.

Loukas called a meeting, as he detailed every step of the plan, but deep down he had a gut feeling that had lingered since the shootings - What if it fails yet again? He didn't want to risk it. So, he laid plans on an assault not just on the Canadian Prime Minister, but someone, much, much influential, someone who, arguably is the most powerful man on Earth - Führer Adolf Hitler. He knew that would definitely cause a reaction, something that would, hopefully, bring the end of the illegitimate government in Greece.

As he explained his plans, he left out parts involving his role, he saw himself as too important of an asset to be put at risk, he was one of the top lieutenants of Nasos Zervoglou after all. He had plans to flee to Greece, so on July 12th 1960, three men set sail to Germany in a small boat and two went aboard the cruise, as the other three stayed in Britain.

As the other two in Britain set up their equipment, Loukas attempted to escape, as one of his comrades noticed him.

"Loukas! What the f*ck are you doing?" Vasso shouted as Loukas paused in his steps

"Returning to Greece, now leave me be." Loukas said, turning to face Vasso.

"You aren't going anywhere, the plan didn't say anything about desertion."

"As your commanding officer, I'm commanding you to stand down!"

Vasso raised his gun "Once they find your body, They'll all hear the story of your cowardice, I'll make sure of that."

"Oh, but they won't hear any story." 

Loukas raised his gun, firing it into Vasso's chest before he had any time to react. As the body collapsed, the third man stepped into the room. He froze in surprise. Loukas turned to look at him "Kostas, don't make me do that to you too, stay here and receive messages from the two teams." 

Loukas walked away as he drove down to London's docks, where he boarded a ship to Stockholm, where he then booked a flight to Greece. He had arrived back home, as he trekked his way back to Corinth, the center of the GRA, he began making plans to destroy the greek government. One that would take months to prepare.

August 8th 1961, Greek Revolutionary Army Corinth Underground HQ

"Sir, there's this man who claims to know you, he says his name is Kostas Rodellis, he wants to speak with you." 

"Let him in."

Kostas entered the office as Loukas paced around a city map of Corinth, with tools laid out around it and small totem-like objects littered on the map. Loukas looked up at Kostas, standing up from his chair.

"Kostas, I see you've came back." He said, moving the totems around the map, apparently planning something. 

"Yes, and I've come back with… unfortunate news, both assassinations were foiled. The ones headed for Canada were arrested before they got the chance to stand in Canadian soil while the ones in Germany confessed to the Ordnungspolizei and are being held in custody." Kostas said, lowering his head.

"I see. Well, I still have one more plan, come here." Loukas called as Kostas stood by his side.

"Look at this map, it encompasses the entirety of Corinth, 33 thousand residents." Loukas pointed at the map as he moved his hand around. He grabbed two of the totem pieces and placed it at a relatively large building in the core part of the town. 

"That is the Police Headquarters of Corinth, 200 Uniformed Officers in there, 300 soldiers from the Hellenic National Guard." He gestured at the totem, making it clear that those totems represented a police force and a garrison of soldiers from The National Guard, he then pointed at what appeared to be a stadium, with totems inscribed with the word "GRA".

"This is where we attack, it will be a while before we attack, but it'll happen, maybe one month, or a year, who knows." Loukas said "All I know is that we'll attack when we are given the best opportunity, when civil unrest is at its highest."

"That's all great sir, but how sure are you that civil unrest will rise again?" Kostas pondered.

"I know it will happen, it's just a matter of time, for now we wait for the opportunity, comrade, until then, we lurk in the shadows, for too long this illegitimate government has reigned, they still believe they are in control, but they are but a puppet, and we are the puppeteer." 

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