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[h2][i]A Democratic Despot[/i][/h2]
[color=ed1c24][b]Supreme Commander Cesaro Zepeta - "Tyrannus"[/b][/color]
Undisclosed Airfield, New York City
[i]4 Months Ago[/i]
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	The journey to America was quite a lengthy one for the Supreme Commander. The trip from Bogota to New York took quite a few hours, and a few stops along the way as well. While he was doing his thing in Colombia, he had to travel to America in order to make sure that they won't screw with anything he had planned, and to possibly gain some more... "counter-terrorism support" if anything. He knew how America operated, they supported many countries of his kind, Saudi Arabia being a good example. He knew just what to do to keep the Americans off of his back, and if possible, give him free stuff to fight a threat he's already been fighting.

	After landing at the undisclosed airfield, his plane had stopped, and was met by a few black SUVs of the Tahoe and Escalade variety. After the SUVs stopped, men wearing suits climbed out from them, stepping towards the vehicle. As they did, the door, that also acted as the stairs to the plane, opened up, revealing the interior of the vehicle. Stepping out were two bodyguards, both of them wearing formal green clothes and red berets, the bodyguards being both [url=http://img.news.sina.com/world/p/2011/0706/U112P5029T2D380203F28DT20110706171716.jpg]male[/url] and [url=https://venezuelanalysis.com/files/imagecache/images_set/images/2012/07/post-2-1343573797.jpg]female[/url]. Once two of them stepped out, a high-ranking military officer stepped out with them, and then followed the Supreme Commander Himself, wearing his full military outfit. Behind him were a few more red berets, walking out with [url=http://www.imfdb.org/images/a/a6/Israeli_IWI_Tavor-X95.JPG]Tavors[/url] slung on their backs. Soon enough, the Americans in suits and Colombians in uniforms converged in between the plane and the vehicles.

	An [url=http://d3i6fh83elv35t.cloudfront.net/newshour/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/1094910-BRENNAN-john-1024x768.jpg]older man in a suit[/url], some big shot in the US Government, would approach the Supreme Commander and shake his hand. [b]"Supreme Commander Zepeta, it's a great pleasure, and an honor, to see you step foot here in the United States."[/b]

	The Supreme Commander shook his hand as well, but once the man spoke, he glared at him. [b][color=ed1c24]"Do you take me a fool?"[/color][/b] The Supreme Commander looked to the man across from him, speaking in a somewhat heavy accent. [color=ed1c24][b]"Both you and I know that you and your imperialist nation only sees me as a tool, so I would much rather cut the pleasantries and get straight to business."[/b][/color]

	The man nervously chuckled. [b]"Supreme Commander, I was only trying to-"[/b]

	[color=ed1c24][b]"Straight. To. Business."[/b][/color] The Supreme Commander interrupted.

	The man nervously nodded. [b]"Right. Straight to business."[/b] He then walked down the tarmac, to which the Supreme Commander followed him. [b]"The purpose of this meeting was to affirm that, while the nation and the President may make criticisms and remarks at your nation to save face, Langley will still provide you with the means necessary to fight FARC and cartels friendly to them."[/b] The man explained. [b]"Whether they be small arms, trade deals, vehicles, personnel, money... whatever you may need."[/b]

	The Supreme Commander walked forward, with both of his hands behind his back, walking in a confident posture. [color=ed1c24][b]"Your weapons have nearly failed me when I fought FARC in the jungles of my homeland, Secretary..."[/b][/color] Zepeta looked off into the distance as he walked. [color=ed1c24][b]"The Galils and Tavors have served my soldiers well, and so have the Kfirs for my Air Force. I need all of the Israeli weapons and vehicles you can send my way. Anti-IED equipment would be beneficial as well."[/b][/color]

	[b]"But Supreme Commander, our weapons and vehicles have improved much since then-"[/b]

	[color=ed1c24][b]"Did I [i]stutter?[/i]"[/b][/color] The Supreme Commander glared at the suit next to him. [color=ed1c24][b]"Do you want FARC and other terrorists in my nation destroyed, or do you want my soldiers lying dead in the jungles?"[/b][/color]

	The man nodded as well. [b]"Israeli weapons... right."[/b] He looked to the Supreme Commander. [b]"Public opinion of you all around the world has been quite... [i]critical[/i], so to say. What do you plan to do about it?"[/b]

	The Supreme Commander smirked. [color=ed1c24][b]"Ah, right. The world will soon realize the favor I have done for it once FARC has been eliminated. In fact, should I be successful in eliminating FARC, I would be more than happy to hunt down and destroy any terrorist threat around the world."[/b][/color] The Supreme Commander smiled before looking to the man beside him. [color=ed1c24][b]"In other words, you give me the gun and tell me where to aim, and I'll shoot. Just make sure to give me the guns and bullets necessary to take them down."[/b][/color]

	[b]"Of course, Supreme Commander."[/b] The man nodded. [b]"Are there any other requests you would like me to consider?"[/b]

	[color=ed1c24][b]"Hm... I know well enough about your dealings with the Mexican Cartels, my friend."[/b][/color] He said with a smile. [color=ed1c24][b]"I would like a little bit of that money myself, and a little bit of the supply routes as well. Business opportunities, if you will."[/b][/color]

	The man scoffed. [b]"Haha... Supreme Commander, you must be joking... we've been against these cartels-"[/b]

	Almost immediately, the Supreme Commander looked deep into the eyes of the man right beside him. With the will of his mind, he put a subtle aura of fear into the man's heart, and spoke with the voice of the Tyrant. [color=ed1c24][b]"Do. Not. Lie. To [i]me[/i]."[/b][/color] The Supreme Commander said, almost furious. [color=ed1c24][b]"You [i]will[/i] get me these connections, and you [i]will[/i] get me the routes. I have final say on all of this. Is that understood, G-Man?"[/b][/color]

	The man trembled, nodding quite nervously. [b]"Y-yes S-s-supreme C-Com-mmander."[/b] He gulped and nodded. [b]"Whatever you need."[/b]

	The Supreme Commander nodded, and smiled just a little. [color=ed1c24][b]"Good. Good. Muy bien."[/b][/color] He nodded before looking away. [color=ed1c24][b]"However, the second any of this unspoken deal is broken... you will know true pain... true suffering, and true [i]terror.[/i]"[/b][/color] He turned back to the man beside him. [color=ed1c24][b]"Now, is there anything else you would like to discuss?"[/b][/color]

	The man turned back towards where the plane and the SUVs at. The moment he did, he was startled at the sight. Four of the Colombian Regime Guards were holding the other suited men at gunpoint, to which the suited men were all sat down with their hands ziptied behind their backs and their mouths gagged with their own socks. All of their guns were on the ground next to the vehicles, and the high-ranking Regime generals were watching as the men and women in the red berets kept their Tavors trained on their backs. The man turned back to the Supreme Commander, who had a big smirk on his face.

	[color=ed1c24][b]"I'm not one to be fooled around with."[/b][/color] The Supreme Commander said. [color=ed1c24][b]"I expect all of my demands to be met within the next few months. No more than Six for the Kfirs and no more than three for the Israeli weapons and Cartel connections. And by then, I promise you, FARC will soon only be a page on Wikipedia."[/b][/color] The Supreme Commander said with a grin before walking back to his private jet. [color=ed1c24][b]"I shall take my leave now. Adiós, mi amigo." [/b][/color]
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[color=f7941d][h1][b]Sandman[/b][/h1][/color]
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[color=f7941d][b]Executive General Aquila Macario - "Sandman"[/b][/color]
Presidential Palace - Bogota, Colombia
[i]Same Bat Time[/i]
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	Meanwhile, in Bogota, many regime guards stood in front of the gates of the Presidential Palace, with patrols all throughout the property. What was once a building that represented the democracy of the nation was now just an extravagant home for the Supreme Commander, and the elite that ruled with him. The entire palace was well guarded, and had a whole lot of defense systems, not to mention the roundabout security. The Presidential Palace was also quite large and extravagant on the inside, and it made a nice home for those who cozied up to the Supreme Commander. 

	One of the elite that ruled with the Supreme Commander was none other than Executive General Aquila Macario, who ruled as the Supreme Commander's second-in-command. While both the Supreme Commander and Executive General ranks did not exist in the Colombian Military beforehand, they existed now to let everyone else know who was in charge of everything. While there were various ministers, including ministers of defense, propaganda and various other things, only Macario and Zepeta had final say in things. And while Zepeta was gone on diplomatic missions, Macario took the helm in the country, even if it was just for days at a time. While many would see Zepeta as the worst one, some would beg to differ, those that have survived encounters with Marcario that is. But that is another story for another time.

	Marcario stood in front of the window, overlooking the nation that he temporarily had control of. Feeling a vibration in his pocket, he produced his cell phone and answered it. [color=f7941d][b]"Macario."[/b][/color]

	[i][color=ed1c24][b]"Se hace. Los estadounidenses prometieron las armas, los vehículos y las conexiones de Cartel para mí, sin nada a cambio. (It is done. The Americans promised the weapons, vehicles and Cartel connections to me, without anything in return.)"[/b][/color][/i] The Supreme Commander said over the phone. [i][color=ed1c24][b]"Estoy en mi camino de regreso al palacio. Espero que mantienen el lugar agradable para mi regreso, hehe. (I am on my way back to the palace. I hope you kept the place nice for my return.)"[/b][/color][/i]

	[color=f7941d][b]"Excelente. Quedo a la espera de su llegada, Zepeta. Ten un viaje seguro a casa. (Excellent. I await your arrival, Zepeta. Have a safe trip home.)"[/b][/color]

	[i][color=ed1c24][b]"Y disfrute de su estancia en el palacio, mi amigo. Ninguna de las partes hasta que yo vuelva, de acuerdo? (And you enjoy yourself at the palace, my friend. No parties until I come back, okay?)"[/b][/color][/i]

	Macario chuckled. [color=f7941d][b]"Sin promesas. (No promises.)"[/b][/color] He said before folding his cellphone shut, hanging up. Looking out the window once again, he gave a soft sigh. [color=f7941d][b]"Fuera de la mazmorra que vaya. (Off to the dungeon I go.)"[/b][/color] He said with a soft grin, walking out of the corridor, and down the stairs. He was gonna have a little more fun before his friend arrived home.