Part 1

He strolled through London's central road. meandering past policemen and down into downing street. 1,2,3.. counting off the house numbers, huge crowds a few reporters gathered along the row of houses. 7,8,9… the big black door . number 10. he walked towards the house and towards the steps, the few policemen took notice and barked out "stay back". paying no attention he kept walking up to the door, brushed his jacket clean and walked through the door. a yellow mist appearing as he did. inside he casually walked pat anyone and everyone and finally into the prime ministers office. a yellow mist appeared behind is head as he walked out. playing what seemed to be just the two of us.

a shocked Mr Sunak yelled out a shriek and kept backwards.

you don't need to worry sir. i wouldn't hurt the leader of my country.

"THEN FOR WHAT REASON ARE YOU HERE!!"

Best way to describe it.. business proposition??

he jestured for the speaker to disappear.

"you know i can't do that. in 30 seconds you'll be dragged out".

see this yellow stuff behind me, so i can walk through stuff i create in on stuff and i can go through. like a little portal see.

he gestured the prime minister to sit and he threw a pen at him. but just before it hit him the yellow mist appeared and another spot opened on his hand. landing the pen smoothly.

you're guards can get in right now so let's start.

"please don't"

if you had to choose one head of state that the world would be better without who would it be?

"i can't give opinions on that to a civilian."

as you can see i'm not really a civilian am i

"let's go with north korea"

okay one second wait there.

he stepped back with a gesture altered his face, height and body structure. the once imposing man turned into a thin lady not even 1.5 meters tall.

"what the… who the hell are you"

i'll explain in a minute

he turned his back and just before walking though the wall a yellow mist appeared and the speaker now seemed to be playing … slipping through my fingers abba.. He then walked though a wall but when he ventured through it he entered into a grand ball room.

pyong yang huh what's a good pun

in front of him was 6 men, the most important of which was the man himself Mr Kim.. finger guns pew pew. little green flashes shot off his fingers and 5 of the men dropped dead.

i try to capture every minute…

do i really see what in her mind…

he stopped singing along for a moment , pyeongyang huh?

what sound does a chain saw make?

pyongyang..angangang…angangang

while saying this he thrust his arms forward as if weirding a chain saw and s spinning green disk much like a chainsaws chain.

he quickly turned around walked through a new yellow mist playing keep it up with the recently deceased head.

luckily i he didn't have enough cardio to run away from me for long.

"YOU MANIAC YOU CANT ACTUALLY KILL A HEAD OF STATE.. MUCH LESS A NUCLEAR CAPABLE ONE"

oh pfffft

it's fine i took all the radioactive material out weeks ago

"even so!! there be another copy of him in charge in a week"

so it's a good thing i caught him alongside 5 of his best buds

6 clouds appeared behind him. 5 of which dropping the heads of the others and the last playing what seemed to be i got 5 on it by Luniz.

he stopped it after the initial instrumental and looked over at the jaw dropped little man.

oh yeh ill go back to how i looked before

" what have i just watched.."

i'd say either a great relief of panick depending on how you're taking it.

"i'd go with panic then.

eh it's fine, question is what can i do for you. for now ill admit i was born in the uk, and ive always been able to do these things. but having lived here. it's depressing to see how weak our country is.

"come on weak is a bit over the top"

whatever you say. but doesn't an anonymous solo hit squad . sound like it could be somewhat benificial in helping us out. so either you accept and you commit to becoming the greatest country on earth. or i take the option over to south korea who have got to be feeling pretty considerate right about now?

"what do you want me to accept"

i'd say it groups down to 4 things:

- you will attempt to make the uk the greatest place in the world withing your stretch as Prime minister.

- you publicly make your hit squad your grand trump card.

- you happen to exempt me from any tax or law.

- you're government treats me as need to know on every subject foreign and local.

"i can't just sign off without my cabinet"

so south korea it is??

"no no ill sign off but before i do cleans all the mess you've made up. i can't have his dna here."

oh yeh my bad

a flick of his wrist and it all disappeared.

following that a contract apperated on the desk.

"okay i'll sign it and we are done"

yep but i'll give you a while to read it through. oh and i'll be on serving everyone you talk to from now until you sign. if someone leaks that i was here . south korea may suddenly declare war here okay <3.< em>

he turned and walked out waltzing past workers gawking . he gestured at each one as he walked past. a purple beam shot to their head and erased their memory. walking out he did much of the same for the police and public.

walking down the road he brushed off his jacket and hurried home.