[ WP ] You just discovered England 's biggest secret : every time they say long live the queen it extends the queens life .

Roger sprinted in a blind panic down the hallway. The royal guard got on his tail, he rounded a corner, toppling busts of long-passed politicians and priceless, ornate vases in an attempt to slow down his pursuers. 
 
 A single Manila folder was tucked away inside his jacket pocket; liberated from its home within Buckingham palace, in a filing cabinet behind multiple locked doors, the seemingly worthless treasure pressed against his skin uncomfortably as he ran. This was the secret to the revolution, to removing the `` beloved'' royal family from their tyrannical proxy-democracy and installing the true freedom the rebellion was fighting tooth and nail for. 
 
 Sweat dripping down his neck, Roger tucked into a side room to escape the guards on his tail. 
 
 In front of him, to his dismay, stood General Thompson, the queen's right hand and protector. 
 
 `` The folder, if you please,'' he growled. 
 
 `` Not on your life. The people must know of this, and I'll be the one to tell them. The queen ca n't rule forever!'' came the reply. 
 
 The General struck Roger, sending him to the ground. 
 
 `` The queen can rule for as long as she must. She can, and she will.'' 
 
 `` You've been keeping her alive. We all have, without realizing it. Against our will! Every time we've spoken those words, it's ensured she would stay in power.'' 
 
 `` Clever boy. Too bad it ca n't save you this time.'' 
 
 General Thompson pulled his coat aside, revealing the delicately-carved ivory handle of his favorite revolver. Releasing it from its dark leather holster, he raised it to Roger's chest and squeezed firmly on the trigger, burying several shots into his chest. 
 
 Roger lay dead on the floor, blood seeping from his clothes. Thompson reached into his jacket, pulling out the crimson-stained folder. He tucked it inside his own jacket as he left the room. 
 
 `` Long live the queen,'' he snarled.
