Muslim Militants
16-05-2004, 01:26
The four men had gathered inside the abandoned building in one of the Unified Sith's major cities. They sat huddled in a corner, sitting in lawn chairs around a small crate, their position hidden by numerous larger crates and a few other assorted items. A small, dimly lit incadescent lamp lit up the small area but was not enough to show the faces of the four men. On the small crate were two maps, one of the entire country of Unified Sith with a bold red line leading from their current position to the country's capital. The second map was the capital. The red line continued through the capital but then abruptly stopped near the northern part of the city. There were also a packet of assorted lists, a few schedules, and a blank sheet of paper.
"So..." one manned looked to another. "We put the package on the number seven train? And in car 38?"
"No, no no... train eight and in car thirty seven."
"Ahh..."
"We've worked far too long on this for you to screw it up by mixing up two numbers..." he muttered... "Alright... Mushara. You remember your role?"
"Yes. Me and Muhammad place the package on the number thirty seven car on the number eight train, which is heading towards their capital and which has the graffiti on the fuel car."
"Perfect." he glanced to the one that hadn't spoken yet. "And what is your role?"
"I am to follow the train by way of highway to ensure its arrival at the target building. I will then arm and detonate the weapon when the time comes..."
"Yes... And what time will that be?"
"At Two Forty-One in the afternoon."
"Correct. I believe, we are ready... Mushara, Muhammad... Get to work. That train leaves in..." he checked his watch. "Two and a half hours."
"Very well..." one said as he motioned to the other to follow, they left the small crate and immediately moved to a forklift.
The leader once again glanced to the last person at the table besides him... "Ibrahim... Get a some sleep and follow that train in four hours. It'll be a long ride to the capital and you'll need some sleep."
Ibrahim nodded and promptly left the table, exiting through a large steel door.
The forklift's electric motor whirred to life as it began sliding around the building... Outside, eight railroad tracks were a measly twenty feet from the building. On the eight tracks sat four trains. The number seven train, the number eight train, a civilian commuter train, and the number sixteen train.The number eight train had nearly sixty cars behind it and was the longest one there. It had distinctive green and white graffiti all across its fuel car.
The leader of the group then got up and opened a large wooden door that led to the outside... The forklift picked up a massive pallet and its motor strained under the weight. It slowly ambled to the number eight train and located the number 37 car. It was a boxcar filled with automotive parts in large crates. The men unloaded the crate into the car and slid the door shut. About an hour and a half later the train jerked slightly and headed on its way towards the capital of the Unified Sith.
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The next morning, it was well on its way, nearly half-way to the city when Ibrahim finally caught up to it. He meandered through highways, over rivers, through forests, and across plains as he tried to stay as close to the railroad tracks as possible, as the highway pretty much remained alongside of the tracks. Many cars passed him, but he did not care, they would most likely be heading to the capital to visit relatives or go to work or whatever. He would get revenge on them there, along with revenge on the nation of Unified Sith. They had been planning this attack for months, pouring over train schedules, train departure times, train arrival times, storage times, and personnel records. They had found out that car 37 of train eight was the long-term storage car on that train and it would sit at a train car warehouse inside the capital of Unified Sith. Security systems in the Unified Sith had prevented them from doing something like what their brethren had done to the British Motherlands. But this weapon was more powerful then those four combined. Ibrahim smiled to himself... He would be remembered through-out history by his friends, family, and those that hated him.... Those that lost loved ones because of him. Those that lost a national identity because of him. Those that suffered at the hands of him.
He was snapped out of his trance as a large billboard dominated his view... He swerved as he almost went into the ditch. Regaining his composure he saw the capital of Unified Sith ahead of him... His mission was nearing an end. He meandered through the capital until he saw his train... It had stopped on schedule and small tender trains were seperating the cars up into groups... A small tender train led a group of sixteen cars towards a warehouse. Car number 37 was among them. It was being put into the warehouse with chemicals such as industrial acids, petroleum, anhydrous ammonia, and numerous farm chemicals. He smiled, that was something that was accidental and something that would be beneficial. They could possible enhance the explosion, although nuclear explosions didn't really need to be enhanced-they were already destructive enough.
He glanced at his watch... He had about three hours left... He went to eat lunch and then went to a bar... He mainly went there to watch television but he had a few drinks. It was 2:34 when he left the bar and proceeded to where he would find the detonator, in a dumpster behind a restaurant on the edge of town. He found the dumpster but no detonator... He panicked. It was 2:39... With two minutes left he finally found it... It was in a different dumpster and not the designated one. He let out a sigh of relief as he fondled the square box... He quickly went to his car and pulled out a type of rug, he let it fall to the ground and he spread it out, he knelt down on top of it and dropped his head in prayer towards the east. As he said his final prayer he looked at his watch... The minute had clicked into place above the 41. It was 2:41 and the Unified Sith would pay. He dropped his head one more time and found the button. He pressed it in and the box beeped. He was bewildered. Nothing happened. That is until his very being was turned into nothing but particles and vapor. The entire city felt the same way as the 10 megaton nuclear weapon detonated, engulfing the city in a massive fireball, buildings shot to the side, their steel superstructures melting in the firestorm. As the force and shockwaves rippled through-out the city, continuing on the destruction, the massive fireball began to rise into the sky, leaving a trail of dense smoke and a column of fire. It was the mushroom cloud, below it the massive firestorm of shockwaves spread through the city, certainly destroying most everything in its path.
The ten megaton nuclear weapon had been acquired from a nation that will not be named and instructions on its use were given to the Muslim Militants faction. They had used it in a beautiful role to fulfill their urge of retaliation on the Unified Sith. They have just felt and will always remember the wrath of the Faction and hopefully they'll have learned enough to change their ways.
"So..." one manned looked to another. "We put the package on the number seven train? And in car 38?"
"No, no no... train eight and in car thirty seven."
"Ahh..."
"We've worked far too long on this for you to screw it up by mixing up two numbers..." he muttered... "Alright... Mushara. You remember your role?"
"Yes. Me and Muhammad place the package on the number thirty seven car on the number eight train, which is heading towards their capital and which has the graffiti on the fuel car."
"Perfect." he glanced to the one that hadn't spoken yet. "And what is your role?"
"I am to follow the train by way of highway to ensure its arrival at the target building. I will then arm and detonate the weapon when the time comes..."
"Yes... And what time will that be?"
"At Two Forty-One in the afternoon."
"Correct. I believe, we are ready... Mushara, Muhammad... Get to work. That train leaves in..." he checked his watch. "Two and a half hours."
"Very well..." one said as he motioned to the other to follow, they left the small crate and immediately moved to a forklift.
The leader once again glanced to the last person at the table besides him... "Ibrahim... Get a some sleep and follow that train in four hours. It'll be a long ride to the capital and you'll need some sleep."
Ibrahim nodded and promptly left the table, exiting through a large steel door.
The forklift's electric motor whirred to life as it began sliding around the building... Outside, eight railroad tracks were a measly twenty feet from the building. On the eight tracks sat four trains. The number seven train, the number eight train, a civilian commuter train, and the number sixteen train.The number eight train had nearly sixty cars behind it and was the longest one there. It had distinctive green and white graffiti all across its fuel car.
The leader of the group then got up and opened a large wooden door that led to the outside... The forklift picked up a massive pallet and its motor strained under the weight. It slowly ambled to the number eight train and located the number 37 car. It was a boxcar filled with automotive parts in large crates. The men unloaded the crate into the car and slid the door shut. About an hour and a half later the train jerked slightly and headed on its way towards the capital of the Unified Sith.
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The next morning, it was well on its way, nearly half-way to the city when Ibrahim finally caught up to it. He meandered through highways, over rivers, through forests, and across plains as he tried to stay as close to the railroad tracks as possible, as the highway pretty much remained alongside of the tracks. Many cars passed him, but he did not care, they would most likely be heading to the capital to visit relatives or go to work or whatever. He would get revenge on them there, along with revenge on the nation of Unified Sith. They had been planning this attack for months, pouring over train schedules, train departure times, train arrival times, storage times, and personnel records. They had found out that car 37 of train eight was the long-term storage car on that train and it would sit at a train car warehouse inside the capital of Unified Sith. Security systems in the Unified Sith had prevented them from doing something like what their brethren had done to the British Motherlands. But this weapon was more powerful then those four combined. Ibrahim smiled to himself... He would be remembered through-out history by his friends, family, and those that hated him.... Those that lost loved ones because of him. Those that lost a national identity because of him. Those that suffered at the hands of him.
He was snapped out of his trance as a large billboard dominated his view... He swerved as he almost went into the ditch. Regaining his composure he saw the capital of Unified Sith ahead of him... His mission was nearing an end. He meandered through the capital until he saw his train... It had stopped on schedule and small tender trains were seperating the cars up into groups... A small tender train led a group of sixteen cars towards a warehouse. Car number 37 was among them. It was being put into the warehouse with chemicals such as industrial acids, petroleum, anhydrous ammonia, and numerous farm chemicals. He smiled, that was something that was accidental and something that would be beneficial. They could possible enhance the explosion, although nuclear explosions didn't really need to be enhanced-they were already destructive enough.
He glanced at his watch... He had about three hours left... He went to eat lunch and then went to a bar... He mainly went there to watch television but he had a few drinks. It was 2:34 when he left the bar and proceeded to where he would find the detonator, in a dumpster behind a restaurant on the edge of town. He found the dumpster but no detonator... He panicked. It was 2:39... With two minutes left he finally found it... It was in a different dumpster and not the designated one. He let out a sigh of relief as he fondled the square box... He quickly went to his car and pulled out a type of rug, he let it fall to the ground and he spread it out, he knelt down on top of it and dropped his head in prayer towards the east. As he said his final prayer he looked at his watch... The minute had clicked into place above the 41. It was 2:41 and the Unified Sith would pay. He dropped his head one more time and found the button. He pressed it in and the box beeped. He was bewildered. Nothing happened. That is until his very being was turned into nothing but particles and vapor. The entire city felt the same way as the 10 megaton nuclear weapon detonated, engulfing the city in a massive fireball, buildings shot to the side, their steel superstructures melting in the firestorm. As the force and shockwaves rippled through-out the city, continuing on the destruction, the massive fireball began to rise into the sky, leaving a trail of dense smoke and a column of fire. It was the mushroom cloud, below it the massive firestorm of shockwaves spread through the city, certainly destroying most everything in its path.
The ten megaton nuclear weapon had been acquired from a nation that will not be named and instructions on its use were given to the Muslim Militants faction. They had used it in a beautiful role to fulfill their urge of retaliation on the Unified Sith. They have just felt and will always remember the wrath of the Faction and hopefully they'll have learned enough to change their ways.