Fatahland
18-06-2007, 15:14
[i]Village of Bakka al Debilya, Fatahland[/b]
The nuclear missile was ready. It was, in essence, an ancient, rust-covered nuclear device stolen from a foreign arsenal (possibly from Clandonia), strapped to a brand-new MiG-17 which the Chief Engineer of Socialist Fatahland, Mahmud al-Baran, had equipped with remote control and mounted on a long launch rail.
Mahmud and his aides were only a dozen meters away from the launch site, sitting in a brand-new executive car – a Ninth Model Zhiguli in luxurious black. Next to the car stood Beshara ibn-al-Bang, the Glorious Minister of Defense.
A camera was pointed at his face.
“And now, we will unleash Righterous Justice on the Zionist Infidel of Hamasstan! We are now unleashing God’s Own Hammer, his Glorious nuclear Hammer of Justice! We will now fire our weapon at their capital! At my command! Allahu Aqbar! Fire!”
The impromptu nuclear missile sputtered, and at first it seemed it would not take off at all. And yet take off it did, speeding away from the shore as fast as the MiG’s engines would take it – not very fast, that is.
20 kilometers away from the shore, the straps that held the atomic device in place loosened, and it dropped free. Seconds later, it sunk into the waters. There was no explosion.
But it seemed as if the release of the 3-ton monster has done something to the first FATAH nuclear missile. Perhaps it was something with the controls. Certainly it was something with the trajectory.
“Merciful Allah! Look, Mahmud! It is coming back! IT IS COMING BACK!”
The nuclear missile was ready. It was, in essence, an ancient, rust-covered nuclear device stolen from a foreign arsenal (possibly from Clandonia), strapped to a brand-new MiG-17 which the Chief Engineer of Socialist Fatahland, Mahmud al-Baran, had equipped with remote control and mounted on a long launch rail.
Mahmud and his aides were only a dozen meters away from the launch site, sitting in a brand-new executive car – a Ninth Model Zhiguli in luxurious black. Next to the car stood Beshara ibn-al-Bang, the Glorious Minister of Defense.
A camera was pointed at his face.
“And now, we will unleash Righterous Justice on the Zionist Infidel of Hamasstan! We are now unleashing God’s Own Hammer, his Glorious nuclear Hammer of Justice! We will now fire our weapon at their capital! At my command! Allahu Aqbar! Fire!”
The impromptu nuclear missile sputtered, and at first it seemed it would not take off at all. And yet take off it did, speeding away from the shore as fast as the MiG’s engines would take it – not very fast, that is.
20 kilometers away from the shore, the straps that held the atomic device in place loosened, and it dropped free. Seconds later, it sunk into the waters. There was no explosion.
But it seemed as if the release of the 3-ton monster has done something to the first FATAH nuclear missile. Perhaps it was something with the controls. Certainly it was something with the trajectory.
“Merciful Allah! Look, Mahmud! It is coming back! IT IS COMING BACK!”