The silence of a once peaceful suburban community is broken as the sounds of approaching vehicles grows louder. Mothers rush their children inside, and many lock the doors and turn out the lights, as the frenzied civilians rush to their homes. The sounds of gunfire soon distinguish themselves from the vehicle's noise, and soon the vehicles themselves are right on top of the panicked town.
The first vehicles that arrive, some time after the gunfire stops, are a somewhat motley group of vehicles; a windowless van, a pair of technicals with masked gunners, and what would appear to be what was once a Volopian Army supply truck now graffitied with rebel colors. Armed rebels, their weapons on their backs, jump out of the truck and begin unloading crates onto a nearby yard.
Out of the van emerges more rebels, two with RPGs. One of them climbs on top of the van and holds a loudspeaker to his face. His voice then echoes through the silent, but obviously inhabited town. "Good people! Your plees and cries of starvation and destitution have been answered! Behold, despite the dispicable imperialistic government's lies of having hardly anything to feed its own troops, I carry with me the supply truck that, before being liberated, was carrying these supplies to a leading Volopian government official's home!" At this, several rebels take crowbars to some of the crates, revealing the contents to be expensive foodstuffs, in excess amounts, bringing disbelief to the eyes of those brave enough to stair from the window. "Do you see why we fight!? As the people starve, those rich pigs stuff themselves silly! But we, the vanguard of truth, warriors of the people, have taken this to give to you, good people! Alas, problems arise: they send a groups here to slaughter the men under my command, for doing this great deed. Any and all able-bodied men and women willing to fight for their freedom, rally to me now! Join us here, to fight the oppressor, and your family will have not to worry about going hungry in this dreadful war!"
It is not long before doors are unlocked, and people begin trickling in twos and threes. A soldier shouts to them. "These crates with the red markings are munitions, ARK-64 to be percise. One gun and one two magazines to each of you." Now armed themselves, the now-rebels and former rebels turn their attention with sudden horror at the sound of approaching vehicles.
Volopian forces come into sight-range: two Humvee-like vehicles, one looking like it took quite a beating, and a Bobby tank: a cheap massed-produced tank with a short barrel and light armor that the large corporations once sold to insurgent groups just like this.
They approach quickly, and the rebels take cover against the machine gun fire. The troops jumping off the Humvees are mowed down indiscriminately by the 50 caliburs on the technicals, but this attracts dangerous attention. The tank fire a round at one of the technicals, and the well-aimed shot destroys the vehicle and its crew. Now, with the enemies attention on the other technical (which now fires on the damaged Humvee,) the rebels jumps from their hiding places and cover, and begin firing on the vehicles. The RPG launchers find their mark on a Humvee, the driver jumping out and into the the street as his vehicle explodes. Under sustained fire, the other Humvee turns its attention to the rebels as it shoots down many of the civilians in their ranks. However, it is short lived as another RPG shot finds it; no driver jumps out. The tank, seeing the likely incoming defeat, drives in reverse as fast as it can. It's journey is quickly met with a brief-but-devastating meeting with a rebel hijacker, who jumps on top of and enters the vehicle, killing the crew and shouting their victory to the rebel soldiers.
The man with the loudspeaker re-mounts the van. "We win this day, but the war is far from over! Take your food, take one crate per three people in the family of the who fought. Turn in your weapon and return home...or join in the fight again! Liberate your fellow oppressed! Join us, without the crates in the truck there will be plenty room for all willing to come and join our righteous war! Glory to the Great Revolution!" With this, he jumps down and re-enters the van. Simutainiously, several now-armed civilians mount the truck, while many others who intend to go to say goodbye to their loved ones. The few that remain take the crates to the families of those who perished. Within an hour, the rebel convoy leaves for its own home, the conversations in the truck audible over the truck itself.
And the international news team, who had been hidden and recording the entire affair, quickly packs up to give the video to its supperiors, turning this entire affair into a widely known event.
