‘Get your fucking hands off her’He intervened just as a shout came from the road,‘Boss, boss’Two men on sweat flecked horses galloped towards them only tugging their reins at the last minute to stop them colliding with the guests, they leapt to the floor,‘Turn on your TV Boss’One gasped out panting heavily,‘What the fuck are you talking about, this is my daughters eighteenth birthday party we don’t need the TV on, now leave’He commanded angrily but the two men held their ground,‘Boss please, you must turn on the TV’They had a large cinema style TV on the patio, he often sat out there with his sons watching the big games, they loved spending time together drinking beer and eating popcorn. Striding across to it he picked up the remote and pressed the button, the screen lit up and gasps of shock echoed around the party,‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not a drill, repeat this is not a drill, our world has been invaded, every country is being attacked. All men of fighting age must
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