Free Paradise Burning (The Virtagwalla Series Book 2) by Kyle Malinowski Page A

activated the National Guard, and they went into crowd control maneuvers. Thirteen helicopters, a couple dozen guardsmen on horseback and two-dozen hummers with Guardsmen rolled into the riot to stop them from wreaking more havoc on the city. The President plans to speak to the public this evening on these matters.”
                  “Lis, when was the last time something like this happened on the island?”
                  “Chuck, I can’t speak to that. I feel as though it hasn’t been for a long while. But I am not a historian so I can’t give you specific time.”
                  “Where is Goldberg, and is he being charged with inciting a riot?”
                  “The whereabouts of Mayor Goldberg were unknown as of two minutes ago when I was briefed. The National Guard is currently searching for him, not to arrest him, but to ensure he is safe. As far as I know, Mayor Goldberg did not intentionally excite the riot but instead68797 it was a different party. However you can’t quote me on that, because I wasn’t there nor have I heard what he said. Therefore I can’t agree or disagree that he will be charged with a crime against the nation. But if I had to make a guess I would say he will not be.”
                  “Lis, there has been a growing number of people inhabiting the eastern lawn of the Capital Tower, is the President or the National Guard concerned we could see something riotous happen on this side of the island?”
                  “Tricia, as you know the residents of this island have the right to peacefully gather, especially on public land such as the eastern lawn of this building. I have not heard anything from the President or General Laurels in terms of concern for future riotous actions from them. However I am sure those conversations have been had and planning for all instances are being considered,” checking the clock, “Ok folks. That’s all for now. Watch the President this evening to get more information!”             

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                  Rove sat down at his desk. The makeup artist powdered down his nose, and the Executive Press Secretary along with the Director of Communications and each of their staffs hurriedly scribbled for him a written version of his speech. A frantic intern copied it to the teleprompter. Hampton Ray worked hard to convince every major local channel on the island to delay their regularly scheduled eight o’clock hour for the short speech from the President. Zhang and the rest of the cabinet, minus Sensado were in attendance as Charlie McFurror quieted the set.
                  Clearing his throat, a spot light illuminated his Rove’s face. Kay Lyons leaned over to Ray and whispered, “Hampton, Rove’s looking old!” Ray had noticed it too. In simply a few months the once youthful look of their leader had hardened and the stress lines of the job were becoming evident. His hair had too begun to show signs of aging, and even his eyes, once fiery and alive, seemed to be dulling from exhaustion.
                  “Good evening my fellow citizens of Virtagwalla. I apologize for interrupting your typical evening television programming. I promise to keep my message tonight concise,” he paused and looked down at his hands. Ray flinched knowing this was a sign of weakness and confusion. Starting again he smiled slightly, “You know my speech writers prepared something very lovely for me to say this evening, however I feel that tonight I owe you the respect of speaking straight from the heart.”
                  “Oh shit,” Ray said looking at Kay who immediately put her hand to her temple.
                  “Oh this should be good,” Elisabeth moaned to Charlie.
                  Taking a deep breath, “Tonight at approximately 6:15pm a riot broke out in Villaggio which consisted of about a