The NSSR
17-05-2006, 22:16
The country remained divided after a recent war, and a terrorist cell needed to assassinate some of its enemies.
Joe picked up his portable radio.
"This is Joe, do you read me?"
"Read you loud and clear, Joe."
"Im going ahead with plan 3345."
"Good this should stir up the civil war even more." and the line went dead.
Joe stupped out of his truck and headed for a convienent store.
Becasue he was a citizen, he didn't need to get into the country or sneak past border patrol. New Moscow was about to be terrorized. Joe walked into a convinent store and went to the alchohol section. He picked up two bottles of wine. He bought the wine and went back outside to his truck. He emptied the wine on the floor and syphined the gasoline out of his truck. He reached inside his truck and grabbed two hand grenades. Now, with two bottles of gasoline and grenades, he walked towards the Metro.
On the Metro, Joe started to smoke. He tied a rag around the top of both bottles and he had two molitav cocktails. Time for action.
Joe got off at the stop for the financial district, one of the busiest stops always filled with bankers and businessmen. He walked towards the exit, and left thhe statipn. He stopped for a moment. Ready he thought. He walked towards the National Bank of the NSSR, and took out his lighter. He lit the rag on fire, and threw the molitav cocktails into the bank.
A banker was hit by the molitav cocktails the second the exploded. The front of the building exploded, throwing fragments of glass, wood, and paper all over the street. People started screaming. Joe pulled out a hand-grenade and threw it into a second story office. The front of the second story collapesd, crushing the ruins of the first floor. One more grenade, thought Joe. The last grenade he tried to throw into the 4th floor, but he missed. The grenade exploded near the third floor, and the entire front of the building collapsed into the street. Glass and debris was flying everywhere, there was a huge smoke cloud, tremendous noise, and people screaming. This is hell, thought Joe.
"Goodbye NSSR! Burn in HELL!" shouted Joe as he took his suicide pill.
The National Bank lie in ruins in the street. The front of the building was completly gone. The Police arrived shortly after, followed by ambulances.
The next morning, another terrorist named Alfred started walking to the city center of New Moscow. After 15 minutes, he got to the city center. Alfred got into the car he parked their the day before. He started driving towards the Capital Building. After a few minutes he was there. He drove up, got a badge from security and was in. He drove as close as he could and parked next to some important looking cars. He wlked away.
Alfred walked to the roof of a neighboring building. Ready. James Blonde, the Secretary of Homeland Security walked out of the capital building towards his limo. He only had to walk about two meters. Alfres fired, the bullet ripped through James Blonde's forhead, creating a gaping hole. Alfred then shot the gas tank of his car, which exploded, making a massive explosion. New Moscow was left in shambles.
Joe picked up his portable radio.
"This is Joe, do you read me?"
"Read you loud and clear, Joe."
"Im going ahead with plan 3345."
"Good this should stir up the civil war even more." and the line went dead.
Joe stupped out of his truck and headed for a convienent store.
Becasue he was a citizen, he didn't need to get into the country or sneak past border patrol. New Moscow was about to be terrorized. Joe walked into a convinent store and went to the alchohol section. He picked up two bottles of wine. He bought the wine and went back outside to his truck. He emptied the wine on the floor and syphined the gasoline out of his truck. He reached inside his truck and grabbed two hand grenades. Now, with two bottles of gasoline and grenades, he walked towards the Metro.
On the Metro, Joe started to smoke. He tied a rag around the top of both bottles and he had two molitav cocktails. Time for action.
Joe got off at the stop for the financial district, one of the busiest stops always filled with bankers and businessmen. He walked towards the exit, and left thhe statipn. He stopped for a moment. Ready he thought. He walked towards the National Bank of the NSSR, and took out his lighter. He lit the rag on fire, and threw the molitav cocktails into the bank.
A banker was hit by the molitav cocktails the second the exploded. The front of the building exploded, throwing fragments of glass, wood, and paper all over the street. People started screaming. Joe pulled out a hand-grenade and threw it into a second story office. The front of the second story collapesd, crushing the ruins of the first floor. One more grenade, thought Joe. The last grenade he tried to throw into the 4th floor, but he missed. The grenade exploded near the third floor, and the entire front of the building collapsed into the street. Glass and debris was flying everywhere, there was a huge smoke cloud, tremendous noise, and people screaming. This is hell, thought Joe.
"Goodbye NSSR! Burn in HELL!" shouted Joe as he took his suicide pill.
The National Bank lie in ruins in the street. The front of the building was completly gone. The Police arrived shortly after, followed by ambulances.
The next morning, another terrorist named Alfred started walking to the city center of New Moscow. After 15 minutes, he got to the city center. Alfred got into the car he parked their the day before. He started driving towards the Capital Building. After a few minutes he was there. He drove up, got a badge from security and was in. He drove as close as he could and parked next to some important looking cars. He wlked away.
Alfred walked to the roof of a neighboring building. Ready. James Blonde, the Secretary of Homeland Security walked out of the capital building towards his limo. He only had to walk about two meters. Alfres fired, the bullet ripped through James Blonde's forhead, creating a gaping hole. Alfred then shot the gas tank of his car, which exploded, making a massive explosion. New Moscow was left in shambles.