[b] Near Mt. Shasta, CA[/b]

"Joshua, please. More wine" said the fat bellied white man. As the butler presented him with yet another glass of white wine Richard Singleton continued to play with his smart phone. "Do be careful, Emilio, the carpet doesn't need another cleaning, now does it?"

"Yes, sir" the butler replied. Even though they were several thousand feet in the air, it meant no excuse for him to relax his ached body. He had a job, and if he failed to meet the ghastly expectations of said job, he would lose what dime he was given. So Joshua did what any worker would do and fetched the wine. While he was at it, he also brought out a cold batch of beef wellington. Once he prepared everything, which took a minute or so, he walked back at a careful pace, managing to keep anything from falling onto the white carpet of the jet.

"Sir, would you care for some Beef Wellington?" said Joshua as he began to pour his master a glass of white wine.

"No, take it back."

"As you wish, sir" said Joshua. Before he left, however, Joshua was interrupted by the voice of the white man. The butler did as told, and was asked to sit down, and he did so.

"You know, Joshua, I once had a kid a little younger that was very much like you. Well, he didn't look like you but...he worked like you and he loved his job. You love your job, yes?"

"Yes, sir" he replied, in a sputtering manner. As long as he had a job, he was happy. It's all he could ask for.

"Joshua, listen to me as I say this. My company, we are running ourselves onto hard times. You know the situation, I mean." said the white man. He understood the financial problems his mater spoke of were simply temporary, or so he thought. The man ran one of the worlds largest shale companies, who wouldn't kill for his job? And how could they run into hard times? "With the lack of employment in these rural areas, it's just so hard to find work. I mean, sure, I could outsource them, but they end up dead in days!"

"Sir?" asked Joshua. Two large, suited men entered the room from the kitchen, and began walking towards the white man.

"This isn't personal, Joshua, but I've let many people go, if I don't continue, I risk destroying this all" said the white man. Before he he had the chance to continue, the plane rocked to its side, and reared itself down. Joshua looked to his left, and saw the open sky that engulfed the kitchen. One of the suited men held on a drawer, before he was thrown out into the blue. Then, with a sudden jerk, the plane crashed into the open plains of hey.
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A little under two dozen men rushed over to the crash. Three white trucks held these men, and as they drove forth, the farmer of the hey field kicked open the door and held a rifle. He looked towards the crash, then the trucks that drove towards it, and slowly jerked his way forward. Once he reached the hey, he laid himself into the grains and inched himself forward.

"Any alive?" said a man. He wore a green jacket with heavy jeans and black boots. For headgear he worse a green cap with the word "A's" scribed on its front lid. The group sauntered into the wreckage, taking anything of value along the way. There they found who they looked for, a fat bellied man in a blue dress suit. To his side was a dark skinned man, probably the butler. "Is he dead?" asked the green-capped man. To the left a man walked over, wielding a knife. He drew the knife into the fat-bellie's neck, and let the blood ooze out onto his hands. "The red of the fat man can be disgusting sometimes" said the green-capped man "We can at least tell control that we got rid of another Shaler. Maybe now we can get them to piss of in Yosemite, yeah?" he chuckled.

The farmer did nothing to stop the group as they left. He simply approached the plane once there was no sign of movement, and buried the butler and pilots outside the farm. As for the fat-belly, however, he would find himself somewhere far away from the farmer's land.

[b] Unknown Location[/b]

[i] *Cue 25 miles by Edwin Star* Goooooood morning America! This is your green-capped radio channel, fighting for the poor bread winners out there! While we all despise those rich, we can all relish in our drive to continue fighting. In recent news, Richard Singleton, the owner New Ages-a shaling company in the beautiful Yosemite territory- has been found missing off the Interstate 5. Sources say he was on his fancy private jet heading north to Seattle. Fingers are so far being pointed to the South Paw insurgency. Organized strikes in the Appalachian have begun once more, to us Green Caps' pleasure. And in San Francisco, it seems a march on California is becoming evermore apparent. But while those "reds" get their hands red in the blood of the rich man, while the Green Caps shout their sweet honey voices against the rich man, while the Sons of Liberty sing another day of existence in the south, we'll continue to keep you posted on our working man's accomplishments. While the Reds keep up the pumping in the west, the righties down south in the cartel territory are having their fun. It seems as if we're rearing our heads into civil collapse, brothers. But until that happens, the Green-Caps will continue their effort on keeping our fellow brothers posted on what the poor man wants to hear. This is the Machine, signing off [/i]