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Chapter 22 - The Condition Of Country Worries The Prime Minister

Pakistani Army with special tanks and etc shooting at Zimbawe holding his stick on the floor touching the ground dramatically while bullets bouncing off the shield by his stick:

Iqbal Ahmed: (the Chief of army staff, grey hairs moving with air, sleeves up, holding the siren standing in center while cars and rickshaws destroyed left and right with some building tops): "Listen for the last time, we do not want to use the tanks, put your hanky panky stick down and we may let you live, okay?."

Zimbawe: (behind the shield relaxed): "This ground reminds me of my childhood, I was born in Pakistan...."

Samos: (lands to the ground making a hole in the ground)

Iqbal Ahmed: (walkie talkie buzzes): "Yes? Mr Prime Minister."

Prime Minister Saad Hussain: (behind the parliamentary desk in his chair wearing a black turban and white Muslim wear): "What is happening?."

Iqbal Ahmed: (waving his hand at one of his subjects asking for some tea in plastic packaging with straw and getting it, while drinking it): "Umm...nothing special..."

Zimbawe: (looks up slowly): "Samos...ha! ha! Wouldn't you ask me to go back?."

Samos: "I actually have some rules changed. Like no mercy on the traitors of Spirituality!."

(Jumps on Zimbawe and they start fighting while Samos creating blue coloured energy cubes and he smashes those with his bare hands and finally they collide their very own sticks together, creating a shockwave moving the commanders and etc a little backwards and shattering some more windows)

Prime Minister: "What was that?."

Iqbal Ahmed: "Having some air, sir! Don't you worry, I will take it from here."

Prime Minister: "Iqbal remember! Don't do anything that is not allowed by the rules of your agency. Just protect the civilians. Damage to state property, can be rebuilt."

Iqbal Ahmed: (giving a exhaust expressions): "Got you sir! Don't worry, I'll take care of it, over and out!."

(Prime Minister signs and a lady in hijab puts her finger on the A.I operating wall turning the call system off on the screen and Prime Minister starts playing with some files on the desk in the pretty white cell which now changes it's image visually by technology, and turns into kind of a dark art gallery letting the sun light in through the blue window shield back there)