The HLF
24-04-2005, 17:56
Movsar Barayev gazed out along the rocky desert of southern HLF, his scarft title rapped around his mouth and his goggles prtected him from the sand. He swept the .50 calibre he was manning across the surroundings. The toyota bounced along the poor roads, most of the hlf had developed into a more modern country but not this area. They had resisted the change that had swept the rest of the country, government forces were always making incursions and Movsar and to be careful. He was one of the brotherhood, the inner circle of the old party and if he died then it would take years for a suitable replacement to be found. He and the rest of the brotherhood were responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of lives and they did not regret one of them. His two sons drove the toyota pickup, Movsar was proud of them. They were true warriors and were faithful to the ways of old.
After 3 hours of a gruelling drive Movsar finally reached the citadel. It looked just like any ordinary village, houses some shops and old men tending to goats but beneath it lay the hub of one of the most vicious terrosist networks for many years. Movsar jumped of the back of the Toyota and yelled out to his boys "Vladmir, Joseph. I will stay hear for one week, go home to your mother and continue your training. I will meet you there with uncle Zakayev. May allah safeguard your journey home."
Vladmir nodded "Goodbye father, may you and uncle have much success"
Movsar turned and walked toward one of the houses, a man sat outside and played on an ageing gameboy. He looked up and saw Movsar approaching before nodding and taking his finger off the AK he cocealed. Inside the house Movsar bent down and lifted up a trapdoor in the basment. Dust swirled around as the door was lifted and Movsar jumped down before slamming it behind me. Below was a labyrinth of tunnels and hundreds of rooms that housed the terrorist center. Movsar walked down the main corridor and took off his goggles, his footsteps resounded round the cold walls. As he approached the meeting room he saw Ahkmed was recording a message...
Ahkmed Zakayev sat infront of the camera and began his short transmission "Ladies and Gentlemen of the world. My name is Ahkmed Zakayev, leader of the brotherhood of the HLF. There was a time when our crusade claimed hundreds daily but alas reasons meant that this could not continue and the name that once struck fear into the hearts of people faded as did those of the GLA and the three heavens. Briefly we resurfaced and killed thousands of the zionists and repelled their invasion! The world has become obese with immorality and blasphemy and we will stop that. Hear me now, the crusade has begun once more, we will revive the sleeping giants and they will aid us in our fight. The rivers will go red with the blood of our enemies! We would advise anyone who thinks they can destroy us to do some research, and then think very very carefully before acting. Goodbye world"
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After 3 hours of a gruelling drive Movsar finally reached the citadel. It looked just like any ordinary village, houses some shops and old men tending to goats but beneath it lay the hub of one of the most vicious terrosist networks for many years. Movsar jumped of the back of the Toyota and yelled out to his boys "Vladmir, Joseph. I will stay hear for one week, go home to your mother and continue your training. I will meet you there with uncle Zakayev. May allah safeguard your journey home."
Vladmir nodded "Goodbye father, may you and uncle have much success"
Movsar turned and walked toward one of the houses, a man sat outside and played on an ageing gameboy. He looked up and saw Movsar approaching before nodding and taking his finger off the AK he cocealed. Inside the house Movsar bent down and lifted up a trapdoor in the basment. Dust swirled around as the door was lifted and Movsar jumped down before slamming it behind me. Below was a labyrinth of tunnels and hundreds of rooms that housed the terrorist center. Movsar walked down the main corridor and took off his goggles, his footsteps resounded round the cold walls. As he approached the meeting room he saw Ahkmed was recording a message...
Ahkmed Zakayev sat infront of the camera and began his short transmission "Ladies and Gentlemen of the world. My name is Ahkmed Zakayev, leader of the brotherhood of the HLF. There was a time when our crusade claimed hundreds daily but alas reasons meant that this could not continue and the name that once struck fear into the hearts of people faded as did those of the GLA and the three heavens. Briefly we resurfaced and killed thousands of the zionists and repelled their invasion! The world has become obese with immorality and blasphemy and we will stop that. Hear me now, the crusade has begun once more, we will revive the sleeping giants and they will aid us in our fight. The rivers will go red with the blood of our enemies! We would advise anyone who thinks they can destroy us to do some research, and then think very very carefully before acting. Goodbye world"
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