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The Presidential House; 5:00 AM

President Rump woke up and got out of the bed. It was still dark. He picked up his pistol and a cloak. The cloak was black. He put on a top hat and escaped through PH Security from all over the Republic. He got out and grabbed his second. The door closed behind his good friend. They made the walk to the docks to take them around the moat.

He took a deep breath. The Minister of Defense, Markaz Tony, was to bring the doctor along. Donald Rump and his second took the night alley and walked to the many places. One place they went to was a bar. They went for a beer. Probably the last of Donald's life if he manages to throw away his shot.

After the beer, he went with Henderson Moore to the docks of the moat to look for a boat to row across with a guide. There was a guide. Donald shook his hand and both Rump and Moore got into the boat. Donald took a look at the Freetown skyline at sunlight. He took a breath. "Raise a glass to freedom," he muttered.

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Tony Residence; 5:15 AM

The clock struck 5:15. It was time for him to get up. His wife cuddled him closely. He rose to his feet. He felt his wife grab his hand. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I have a meeting. I will be back," he said back. "Come back to bed," she whispered back. He kissed her forehead. "My darling Victoria, I will be home soon."

He got up and grabbed his pistol from downstairs. His children walked up to him. He saw his son and three daughters stared at him. The eldest daughter nodded. She hugged him tightly. "Get our country out of this mess. You will be remembered for this," she whispered. He went out of the entrance with a cloak on.

He grabbed his second and took a breath. The fresh air. It felt crisp. He took a small stop. He looked around and stared at the buildings in Freetown. He saw a waterfall. He was at peace. He was not ready for the adrenalin that comes with these duels. He smirked. He located the moat.

He got onto the boat with his second and the guide started to row. The guide turned back to them as soon as they reached the shore. "Get it done, and get our country out of this mess," the guide said. Mr. Tony nodded.

Freetown Battlegrounds; 6:25 AM

They located each other. Staring in the general direction of each other, they glared. Anger filled the head of both men. This went on for some time. That is, until Donald started to move to the area he will stand. Donald examined the terrain. Markaz Tony thought he could tell what was happening in his brain. "This man has poisoned my national pursuits..." he gritted through his teeth.

Donald drew the first point and position. He looked to the unique nature as a fellow on a sortie. He located the trees overhead. He located the grass depth. He located the most points. He took a deep breath. He smirked as he located a British flag, a Raccooniahan flag, and a Govornian flag. He shot the Raccooniah flag twice and two bullet holes remained in it.

Defense Minister Markaz Tony looked at the terrain. He was emotionless. He remembered around the time of three years back, his son died in a duel here. He remembered the blood-curling screams the boy made when he was shot in the leg.

Freetown Battlegrounds; 3/05/2021

Wesley Tony was shot in the leg and he was crying for help and mercy. "Please... Spare me," he pleaded. His opponent, Edward Rump, looked to the wounded nineteen-year-old. He smirked. He took a step over to the almost-dead boy.

The man smirked. "You little son of a peasant. You did this to yourself," the Edward muttered. He put his pistol against Wesley's head. And right then and there, he pulled the trigger. Wesley was in a state of shock, but he then collapsed. Blood was rushing out of his head in pools.

There he was. The boy was in a pool of his own blood. His brains had been busted out. Then, Edward stabbed him just in case. Wesley was definitely dead. The pool of blood was growing in size. Wesley raised his head lightly. "Dad, it hurts," he said as he was about to black out, "Just... The pain."

Freetown Battlegrounds; 21/04/2024

Donald Rump stood with his pistol. He methodically fiddled with the trigger of it. He took a few aiming rounds. He looked emotionless and he looked ready to get the show on the road. Markaz looked at Donald with a tear in his eye. He clenched his fist. His second put a hand on his back. "I think it is time to take your place..."

Markaz took his place on the hill. "This is for my son..." the seconds looked back. "Confession time!" said Henderson. "Confession time, here's what I got. My fellow soldiers will tell you I'm a terrible shot..." Markaz Tony said as he stared into Donald's eyes. Donald looked at Markaz. "Look, I know I was lousy to you. And I apologize. However, there is a limit on how much you can ramble your mouth on. You need to stop!" Donald yelled to Mr. Tony.

This was the last time to negotiate. The seconds of both parties scrambled to the opponents. Henderson Moore went over to Markaz Tony. "Look, I know my friend has made a mistake. He may be the president. However, he is only human. You must find it in your heart to forgive him for the wrong he's done you," he said. Mr. Tony stared. "This man screwed over my reputation. This man screwed over everything with his words. He screwed over our nation's foreign relations with nations like Kyoki Chudoku and Raccooniah and Govornia from day 1. Govornia is supposed to be our sister country. He cannot be forgiven..." Henderson walked back. It seemed like it was the same on the other side. Jévon came back.

"He doesn't apologize, either..." he muttered. Mr. Tony stared back. He hugged his second. "Then, we shall forward the proceedings. The doctor has turned around. We will start to get this show on the road." Donald stared back. They each took ten steps before turning back. Pistols pointed at each other. The clock tower struck the bell to signify it being 6:45 in the morning. Markaz shot. He expected Donald to shoot back. Instead, he looked at the President. "Raise a glass to the wall," he said as he put his pistol to the sky and shot a branch.

"WAIT!" yelled Markaz Tony.