Albany

The stench wafted through the cabin
I roared a warning in the form of a question
"Alright! Who cut the cheese!"
The quarters were cramped
And the mood was ugly
Bowels were nervous
And were spouting gaseous opinion

But couldn't they wait until the damned door was open?

The armored personnel carrier crouched in the shadows
A converted heavy Duty GMC truck
Twenty men sat woodenly on the mirror image benches
Running lengthwise on the walls
Converted AK-47's set to three shot fire
A little rock and roll and a hint of conservation
Guerrilla warfare for the green generation
Waste not want not
And the ammo wasn't endless
The shooting better be done quickly
Or our goose is cooked

At the appointed hour
And precise minute
The engine roared to life
The chassis assumed motion
Forward ho! Into the streets
Downtown Albany becoming a moving picture
As viewed through the gun ports
People staring as our APC drove through town
One of two dozen vehicles
All approaching four separate targets
From different routes
With any luck most would make it to the kill zone
Any that didn't
Well you're on your own

A police car tries to stop us
Clearly interpreting us as out of the ordinary
But we don't stop
Our Sergeant barks out an order
Two of us stand up in the rear
The next two men forward grabbing their belts to steady them
Gun barrels poke out of the gun ports
Two three round bursts
Suddenly the police car is not following us anymore

Thirty seconds later we come to a halt
Almost like a ballet
We move as one unit
Ten of us charging into the Capitol building
Through the Classical arches
Neutralizing the guards
Who all wisely surrendered to us on sight
Four men secure the front of the building
Six men running across the plaza
To secure the exits of the connecting tunnels into the Capitol

Three other units arrived within seconds of our own
Each mirroring our deployment
Covering the doors to the Assembly Chamber
Attaching explosives to the now locked doors
On the concussion we charged into the smoke to the chamber
It was all over except the hanging

With a few pockets of resistance at three police stations
The center of the city is secured
Satellite uplink in place next to the pre-assembled gallows
We've got room for six at a time
The rest will get laid out on the ground in a straight line
Signs pre made with each officials name upon it
And a statement proclaiming him to be a part of the corrupt system inscribed

The first six soon to be ex-lawmakers are ushered up the short set of stairs
Nooses secured around their necks
Their faces grim and confused
It's been exactly thirty-four minutes since we jumped out of the APC
The soldier holding the video camera walked a little closer for a better shot

At 2:35 pm ET
On the button
I pull the lever for the first time

Out with the old!