Everett slung a small pack over his shoulder, gazing into the eyes of the people assembled before him. Fear glowed in their irises, he could tell, but there were others that were determined, angry, or even hopeful.

After tonight, though, everyone could forget about all this. The public could lead lives in the safety of their homes, content with the New Government; they could sleep in peace, knowing that no longer would they have to endure prolonged bouts of laziness or hatred from their oppressors – as there would be none.

Yes, tonight was the night that, like some shadowed undercurrent, the swift overtaking of the Governments would be put into action. Tonight was the night of the Revolution. There would be no gunshots, no violence in the capture. Just victory.