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[h2]Somewhere near Vlore, Albania[/h2]
Darkness seemed to eat away at the trees as the escort made its way down the dirt roads, moving fast enough that looking out of the windows would only enhance the illusion that the sky was some kind of black acid burning away the tops of the forest. Behind the leading truck, were several small vehicles. Niko Sr. had called them the Icarus, for they were fast, but fairly fragile for military vehicles, emphasizing speed over durability. Easy for Alexandros to produce en mass. In the main vehicle, a song was playing on the in-vehicle radio. The captain commented on it to his passenger. 
"Valentina Calabresi, the hot new thing out of Italy. The Albanians really love this song, heard it in a bar in my off time."
The passenger, one Enver Hoxha, made no comment on the music choice. Just hoping that the escort from Argyrokastro to Vlore would be over quickly. 

[b]Meanwhile in Giannitsa, Pella Department, Greece [/b]
Niko's face rested in his empty left hand, propped up only by his arm resting on the table. The foreman of this local factory just outside of Giannitsa, was boring him immensely. Her voice felt empty and monotonous, contrasted by the song playing faintly on the radio in the lobby of the factory. Some song by a new Italian singer, whose name he forgot. Niko's eyes rolled in his head towards the window. Night already. He groaned, he had hopped internally, but the expression of the foreman made it clear that some noise had escaped his lips. Not that he cared.

[b]Albania[/b]
Hoxha had almost drifted off to sleep when he was awoken by a sudden jolt. The jerk had knocked the escort up quite a bit, with the soldier cursing as he noticed that his passenger had been pulled out of his sleep. 

"We hit something big, comrade. I'll have to go out and look if there's any damage." the soldier began to unbuckle himself as the smaller escorts behind began to pull off to the sides of the road as well. "Just relax here, it shouldn't take very long."

Hoxha waited a bit, as the driver seemed to be eaten up by the darkness as he ran towards the back of the vehicle. However, only a seconds later, he began to hear something over the music, as a line of men, armed with rifles began to march towards the front of the vehicle.

[b]Giannitsa[/b]
Niko slammed his hands onto the glass table of the meeting room, once again attracting the attention of the foreman, who quickly grabbed her glass of water. 

"Is something wrong, Niko?" she asked

Niko began furiously nodding, "Yeah, there is Zeynep, there is a problem, the problem that I have to sit here in the fucking middle of the night, listening to your prattle on about the most mundane of nonsense, when we all know the factory is doing fine, when at the same time, I have to sit her and listen to you talk to me in Turkish, when I'm here in Greece. We aren't in the Ottoman Empire, we should be speaking Greek!" Niko said, swatting papers off of the table as he stood up. "I'm tired of this, dealing with fucking Turks and Slavs parasitizing off of my father's work. This is Greece, the power should be for Greeks!" Niko stormed out of the room, pushing his way out of the room and descending the stairs towards the lobby so that he could exit. 

"Even the music is foreign!" He shouted about the Italian song that played on the radio, as he made his way to the exit, only to open the door and fall back as he collided with a man on the outside.

"What the fuck!" he shouted before he looked up, to see a familiar face. "Boris?"

"Hello, Niko." Boris said, as he revealed the gun he had under his jacket, pointing it straight at Niko. "You thought you could just throw me away, Niko, when I've been running factories before you were even a thought. You think you can send me back to basic labor because your dad gave you a position of power?"

[b]Albania[/b]  
The soldiers began to line up one by one in front of the vehicle, side by side as they stood at attention, as a final soldier walked up to the vehicle and addressed Hoxha directly. 

"Enver Hoxha, I would like to inform you that the Hellenic Socialist Republic is no longer in need of your services. However, as you are a liability to the cause, we have no choice but the dispose of you so you will not stand in our way any further." 
With that the Soldiers pointed their guns at the vehicle, as Hoxha began frantically trying to free himself from the safety restraints, the soldiers began their gunfire upon him.

[b]Giannitsa[/b]
Niko began crawling himself backward on the floor, unable to bring himself to say anything before Boris began to fire his gun at him, hitting him multiple times in the chest. 
From above in the office, a scream could be heard as Zeynep rushed back into her office to call police, as Boris darted out of the building. Niko just laid on the ground in a pool of his own blood, bleeding out as the only other soul in the building hid in a makeshift shelter in her office.

[b]Albania[/b]
Hoxha fell out of the door of the vehicle as the bled out in the mud. The Soldiers, satisfied with their work, began to walk back to their transports, as they drove off, the final few notes of the song drifted off in the air as the life began to leak out of Hoxha, and the surroundings turned to black.