“Webster I need an update, what exactly is going on?”

“With the Americans’ backing, the communists are staging a coup to overthrow this government with President for Life Hilary Clinton being declared as the new leader.”

“Ok, get the head of the army on the phone. Tell him we have declared martial law, I shall be with the cabinet.”

My defence Minster Des Brown explains, “Sir , the communists are at the parliament buildings , they are heavily armed with AK 47’s and rocket propelled grenades. They have faced little resistance from either the army or the people of London as the communists have huge support from the people , although the army is organising a counter attack as we speak.”

“Crush them.” I declare.

Throughout this, raging gun fights can be heard although they are quickly silenced. Hopefully, that should be them being crushed? I think quietly to myself.

The large ornate wooden door crashes open with a immense bang, the delicate wood splinters and covers the whole cabinet room in shards of minuscule wood pieces. My wife is forced through the hole that used to be a door by a tall balaclava-clad scrawny man. She runs screaming to my arms.

“Silence!” screams the balaclava clad man

“I am taking control, and my first order will be your heads on this floor.”

Axe-wielding men pour into the cabinet room but for some reason I’m not really paying attention to them. That voice. I know that voice.

A dull thud rings through the room and my wife’s head rolls to my feet, I bend down to pick it up. Darkness.

“Finally I have power!” a thunderous voice rings out.

The entire cabinet and the PM have been removed not only from office but from existence. The man with the thunderous voice strides out of the room to meet with the head of the army. He removes his balaclava; the tall man has grey hair flecked with black and deep set black eyes adjacent to a long roman nose.

“Is the communist attempted coup exterminated yet?” the tall grey haired man asks the head of the army.

“Yes, I would like to talk to the PM now please sir.” The army general asks politely.

“But you are General.” the grey haired man responds mockingly.

“What happened to the PM?” the army general stammers.

“He is dead along with the cabinet and you will be dead with them.” A loud crack rings out and echoes thought the cavernous room. The General drops limply to the floor the neat army uniform turning a deep scarlet colour.

“Mr Webster. It’s time.” A timid voice calls out.

“Are the missiles ready?” the grey haired man calls out

“Yes sir just awaiting your command.” The timid voice replies.

“Fire the missiles, I must address the nation,” the grey haired man announces.

The grey haired man can be seen stood in front of a huge union jack, about to make a speech that will be broadcasted across every TV channel.

“Great nation, the Communist Republic of America has attacked us, they have tried to stage a coup, that coup was crushed in hours! During the coup the queen gave emergency powers to the Prime Minister, he has since been murdered by the traitorous coup leaders. So the powers he possessed are passed to me, your new Prime Minister. I have ordered all participants of the attempted coup to be executed and our full military might has been thrown against the Communist Republic of America. As I speak one hundred nuclear missiles are en route to America. I have also authorized sending one million men to aid México after America’s invasion. We will now invade America and claim it as part of the new British Empire. Also the Queen has declared me, Horatio Webster Prime Minister for life! Good night.”