Muslim Militants
15-05-2004, 05:47
The time had come for a quick and decisive blow to end the British Motherland. They had secretly angered the Muslim Militant faction for long enough and now they had the correct tools to do the job. The British Motherland would experience something few nations had ever experienced, the feeling of when atoms split apart.
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The Muslim Militant operatives had been in the British Motherlands for over a year now. They were recruited from an un-named nation and were white. They were muslims but held to a strict cover of Christians as to not attract attention. They had started up a corporate transportation business that had grown surprisingly well and supplied transportation services to many companies. They had grown from one truck to nearly eighteen with an original payroll of only six (all six were the operatives) to almost one-hundred. They had just received an order from one of the country's businesses to pick up a crate with computer equipment in it from one of the British Motherland's ports. It took them a day to get there and when they arrived, they found their crate. They loaded it aboard the truck and snagged another crate to put in back too, this one, however, was loaded with something far more precious then computer equipment. A second truck pulled up with two other operatives and they loaded two other crates into the truck. The next day, they had arrived back in the British Motherland's capital, and deposited the goods at one of their warehouses, the computer equipment was sent to the company and they were paid... handsomely.
They had also had a contract with a grocery store just two blocks from the British motherland's capitol building and parliament building. The next shipment was to them, a load of parishable goods, that would most likely sit in the backroom for at least a week. They dropped off the actual crate of goods along with the second crate which they hid behind a bunch of crates and marked it as parishable goods. The first stage of the four stage operation was complete.
The second stage began at the local international airport. The international airport was a frequent importer of office goods including paper, passport covers, pens, and other things. This delivery was no different than any of the others except one extra crate had been slipped in with the others. The airport was situated between a British motherland air base and their commercial district. The second stage was complete.
The third stage began at six on the evening before the operation would be completed. One of the transport trucks, more like a van, parked in one of the company's rarely used downtown warehouses. In its locked up rear storage compartment sat a heavier-than-hell crate with no markings. The large brick warehouse was located on a back-street in the downtown portion of the capital and was surrounded by skyscrapers, commercial buildings and numerous other structures.
The fourth and final stage began at seven in the morning the day hell would break loose. It was a routine stop, drop off a few crates of metal fittings and solder at a factory in the industrial district. In the process, though, they 'accidentally' grabbed an extra crate. It was placed in the factory's storage room. The plant was in the rough center of the capital's industrial district and only two blocks away from a power substation, four blocks from a water treatment plant, and a half mile from a power station.
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It was 10:24 AM on a bright and sunny day when most of the population of the British motherland's capital were at work or walking around the city. Two minutes later and that country would remember this day forever in its history. At 10:25:52 AM, Muhmar, the groups leader, depressed a button on an oversized box in a suitcase... He had a large radio antennae sticking out the window of his apartment. The signal was sent and there was no stopping it any more. At 10:26 AM, the six men dropped to their knees in prayer, facing the east. At 10:26:34 AM windows shattered through-out the city and steel turned to vapor. At 10:26:41 AM, the industrial park was gone, explosive gases, solids, and liquids in factories within blocks of the first bomb had erupted into balls of flame, engulfing factories as the nuclear blast spread through them. At 10:26:45 AM, the capitol building had disappeared in a wave of heat and light so intense, solid steel vaporized, stone melted, and the tarmac turned to waves of steaming vapor. At 10:26:48 AM, the International Airport and everything in a few block radius had disappeared in a massive fireball. At 10:26:56 AM, the entire downtown crumbled to dust as a massive shockwave shattered buildings and the incredible heat melted their superstructures. At 10:27:01 AM, most of the city was flattened by the four intense shockwaves, each eminating from four distinct and scattered points. They had been well thought out and placed in areas to maximize damage to the entire city. At 10:28:29, the city was nothing but melted steel, charred bodies, crumbled stone, and ash. The outer areas of the city were just the hulls of buildings, their windows shattered, their faces charred, and the cars on fire. The British Motherlands had just witnessed, first-hand, the power that occurs when atoms are split. They had just witnessed the power of four atomic bombs, created by rogue scientists assisting the Muslim Militants faction and created from materials and informational supplies acquired from numerous sources. Each bomb was an impressive 500 kilotons and didn't lack the power to wipe out the city. (bomb size may change, I was waiting official classification from someone before posting this)
It took them one year, two months, and twelve days of clandestine, painstaking work to accomplish this mission. They succeeded, and for that, they would be rewarded. They were hailed as martyrs by Muslim Militant faction operatives through-out the world and were recognized, officially, as martyrs by the leaders of the MMF.
EDIT: For some reason, I'm a bit off tonight in my grammar so I've changed a few things.
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The Muslim Militant operatives had been in the British Motherlands for over a year now. They were recruited from an un-named nation and were white. They were muslims but held to a strict cover of Christians as to not attract attention. They had started up a corporate transportation business that had grown surprisingly well and supplied transportation services to many companies. They had grown from one truck to nearly eighteen with an original payroll of only six (all six were the operatives) to almost one-hundred. They had just received an order from one of the country's businesses to pick up a crate with computer equipment in it from one of the British Motherland's ports. It took them a day to get there and when they arrived, they found their crate. They loaded it aboard the truck and snagged another crate to put in back too, this one, however, was loaded with something far more precious then computer equipment. A second truck pulled up with two other operatives and they loaded two other crates into the truck. The next day, they had arrived back in the British Motherland's capital, and deposited the goods at one of their warehouses, the computer equipment was sent to the company and they were paid... handsomely.
They had also had a contract with a grocery store just two blocks from the British motherland's capitol building and parliament building. The next shipment was to them, a load of parishable goods, that would most likely sit in the backroom for at least a week. They dropped off the actual crate of goods along with the second crate which they hid behind a bunch of crates and marked it as parishable goods. The first stage of the four stage operation was complete.
The second stage began at the local international airport. The international airport was a frequent importer of office goods including paper, passport covers, pens, and other things. This delivery was no different than any of the others except one extra crate had been slipped in with the others. The airport was situated between a British motherland air base and their commercial district. The second stage was complete.
The third stage began at six on the evening before the operation would be completed. One of the transport trucks, more like a van, parked in one of the company's rarely used downtown warehouses. In its locked up rear storage compartment sat a heavier-than-hell crate with no markings. The large brick warehouse was located on a back-street in the downtown portion of the capital and was surrounded by skyscrapers, commercial buildings and numerous other structures.
The fourth and final stage began at seven in the morning the day hell would break loose. It was a routine stop, drop off a few crates of metal fittings and solder at a factory in the industrial district. In the process, though, they 'accidentally' grabbed an extra crate. It was placed in the factory's storage room. The plant was in the rough center of the capital's industrial district and only two blocks away from a power substation, four blocks from a water treatment plant, and a half mile from a power station.
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It was 10:24 AM on a bright and sunny day when most of the population of the British motherland's capital were at work or walking around the city. Two minutes later and that country would remember this day forever in its history. At 10:25:52 AM, Muhmar, the groups leader, depressed a button on an oversized box in a suitcase... He had a large radio antennae sticking out the window of his apartment. The signal was sent and there was no stopping it any more. At 10:26 AM, the six men dropped to their knees in prayer, facing the east. At 10:26:34 AM windows shattered through-out the city and steel turned to vapor. At 10:26:41 AM, the industrial park was gone, explosive gases, solids, and liquids in factories within blocks of the first bomb had erupted into balls of flame, engulfing factories as the nuclear blast spread through them. At 10:26:45 AM, the capitol building had disappeared in a wave of heat and light so intense, solid steel vaporized, stone melted, and the tarmac turned to waves of steaming vapor. At 10:26:48 AM, the International Airport and everything in a few block radius had disappeared in a massive fireball. At 10:26:56 AM, the entire downtown crumbled to dust as a massive shockwave shattered buildings and the incredible heat melted their superstructures. At 10:27:01 AM, most of the city was flattened by the four intense shockwaves, each eminating from four distinct and scattered points. They had been well thought out and placed in areas to maximize damage to the entire city. At 10:28:29, the city was nothing but melted steel, charred bodies, crumbled stone, and ash. The outer areas of the city were just the hulls of buildings, their windows shattered, their faces charred, and the cars on fire. The British Motherlands had just witnessed, first-hand, the power that occurs when atoms are split. They had just witnessed the power of four atomic bombs, created by rogue scientists assisting the Muslim Militants faction and created from materials and informational supplies acquired from numerous sources. Each bomb was an impressive 500 kilotons and didn't lack the power to wipe out the city. (bomb size may change, I was waiting official classification from someone before posting this)
It took them one year, two months, and twelve days of clandestine, painstaking work to accomplish this mission. They succeeded, and for that, they would be rewarded. They were hailed as martyrs by Muslim Militant faction operatives through-out the world and were recognized, officially, as martyrs by the leaders of the MMF.
EDIT: For some reason, I'm a bit off tonight in my grammar so I've changed a few things.