The Death of Sadie O’Keefe

"You got your camera of this time, boy?" An old man stands in front of a very much active bodycam. His grey beard reaches to his chest and his blue eyes stare at the camera. "Yes, sir." the voice of the bodycam's bearer, Markos Katsaridis rings out. "Good, good. What we are about to do probably shouldn't be recorded and I know how much you love to record our missions." Petrov Vasev, the old man, says while looking at Markos with judging eyes. "Don't worry Petrov, it's off this time." Markos reassures. "Yeah, sure. I'll believe you for now." Petrov says, sceptical. "So, what's the mission again?" Petrov stares at Markos in disbelief. "Have you not been listening to anything? We're storming Arcadia's port. Warehouses 3-5 have been reported to house suspicious activity. Our squad, Team Alpha has been assigned to storm warehouse 3. Beta Team is storming warehouse 4 and Gamma storms 5. Got that?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Then get ready." 

ca. an hour later...

"Alpha to Foxtrot, arrived at rendezvous." "Foxtrot to Alpha, proceed with main objective." "Understood, Alpha out." "Alright chaps, this is it. We are now storming warehouse 3. Weapons hot." as the group of soldiers kicks in the door, everyone in the room immediately faces the door. Petrov yells to the people gathered in the hall. "'Evening, chaps. Rude of you not to invite us." "Burn in hell." one of the now captives responds. "Been there, done that." Petrov remarks sarcastically. "Alpha to Foxtrot, package secured." Petrov walks over to Sadie O’Keefe who is now also kept captive among a few others. "Even got ourselves the grand price." "Understood Alpha. Beta, SitRep." "Beta to Foxtrot, secured a massive stash of weapons. Rifles, snipers, pistols, an American's daydream." "Got it. Gamma, SitRep." "Gamma to Foxtrot, secured enough explosives to raze this whole port. Controlled explosion or tactical removal?" "Wait one Gamma... HQ demands a controlled explosion." "Understood, Gamma out." 
"Alpha to Foxtrot, what do we do with the prisoners?" "Wait one Alpha." Markos walks around the warehouse, making sure nobody gets to the prisoners. "Foxtrot to Alpha, round up and execute." Petrov checks the radio. "Understood. Alpha out."
"You have no honour." Sadie O'Keefe proclaims and spits Markos in the face. Alexis Stavridis, one of his comrades walks up to him. "Lucky you. Usually you'd have to pay for that sorta thing." "Shut it. As for you, Miss O'Keefe, you're the one committing high treason against your country. You hardly have the moral high ground here." "Am I the one shooting unarmed civilians or are you?" "Am I the one with enough explosives to raze the port next door or are you?" As the two bicker around, Petrov walks up to them. "I hardly wish to interrupt your date, but we've got a job to do and I'm not losing my job over young love." "Shut it, Petrov. To the wall, now." "Barbarians." Miss O'Keefe mutters under her breath. 
"Members of this terrorist organization, for your crimes against the Lunar government you are hereby sentenced to death." 
"Load."
"Aim."
"Fire."
A bunch of shots ring through the night and where once stood O'Keefe's supporters now lay a bunch of bodies.
"Alpha to Gamma, feel free to light the fuse. I'm sue we can write this off as some sorta... Port accident. Make sure the other two warehouses catch fire too. Alpha out."