JonDLundyn Parker 2 #11/2
February 18th 2007 04:02
The Country was almost on its knees. With trade all but discontinued and stocks of essential items unable to be moved from warehouses and freight yards, shops soon were opening only for short periods of time as they managed to find some stock or another to put on their shelves. Hoarding had not been noticeable at first, but was now becoming obvious as supplies started to dwindle and then all but run out. All homes had, where possible filled every container they could in anticipation of the water contamination still to come.
Nasser Amrat sat in his car in the top car park of the Westfield Liverpool shopping centre and looked at the holocaust he had helped create. His nose was dry and itching from the smoke in the air and his eyes were running and red from soot and cinders that were falling around him. The sky could not be seen in any direction he looked. The sun was trying valiantly to burn its way through the clouds of smoke but only managed to show as a red orb filtered through hundreds of tons of smoke, soot and ash. Beside him his laptop glowed eerily, its green screen lit with a map of the Australian continent. Thousands of fires had been lit from this one laptop and mobile phones that were attached to it. This one small device and one small unassuming man had created havoc and mayhem in one of the most prosperous and forward moving countries in the world. He, Nasser had been chosen to do this. He of all the recruits of Islam was responsible for the fall of the infidels. He took a swig of water from a bottle laying beside him in the car. He moved the lap top mouse keys to pick out further targets then suddenly his lap top froze! He switched it on and off. Removed and replaced the battery but nothing he could do would make it work. Well he would go back down to the phone company booth and get his back up. Then he heard the whoop, whoop, whoop of huge blades cutting the air about him. He had left his car to start to make his way down to the lower levels. He instinctively understood what was happening. He reached in his pocket for his keys and flicked the auto lock open on his car doors and slid into the drivers seat. He locked the doors and reached into the glove compartment for his copy of the Koran. His other hand snaked over to the console enclosing a large black button. His whole car was ringed with plastic explosive. Inside all the doors, the boot and under every seat. Enough explosive to blow every car off the car park roof. His mouth was dry and his penis, strangely started to come erect as his blood flow became restricted with erratic, wild beating of his heart. His throat was constricting in fear but in his mind he could make out the images of heaven and the music that would accompany his heroic entry and the smiles in the eyes of his promised virgin brides.
Six SAS troopers slid down the ropes dangling from the chopper. Breathing through respirators, dressed in full, dull, black body armour, they looked like robots with dangerous, dull grey automatic weapons dangling among them. Their eyes encased in night vision goggles were locked on the little red Datsun Sunny parked on the edge of the building car park. They had seen the driver leave the car, glance their way, then quickly return again. They were expecting trouble! Though they were connected by throat activated microphones to each other, the chopper and their base station three miles away, the men were too professional to need to talk at this time. The gags and quips that the movie heroes offered in these situations were just that. The stuff of movie heroes, they were sent in for a quick elimination or recovery job. Recovery was at their discretion. They knew that the man they were after was only a tiny pawn in this game of death. He was their victim. The last thing any of the troopers saw was a sudden movement as the suspension of the car moved in rhythm with the driver.
With the name of Allah on his lips, Nasser pressed the button. Instantly the massive plastic explosive charge was detonated by his fingers and his body turned to a blazing torch of flesh moments before it disintegrated. The doors of the car burst outwards at the same time that the boot flew off and the vehicles parked in the immediate vicinity were torched and overturned and those even at the very extremity of the car park were violently shaken with windows smashing and paint scorching throughout the whole floor of the car park. The force of the explosion was felt in the basement of the mall where workers were unloading the last of the frozen food for the supermarket shelves. The chopper was rocked by the blast and the pilot fought to hold the controls then suddenly he felt a sickening slackness come from the wires and knew he had lost his men. The six SAS men were only thirty metres or so from the car when the fireball engulfed them. The body armour they wore and the flame proof overalls only saved them seconds more of this life. Though not entirely incinerated as Nasser had been, death was going to be better than surviving the burns their bodies received as each man in turn slid sickeningly quickly off the wire. These six heroes were the first casualties of the armed forces.
Nasser Amrat sat in his car in the top car park of the Westfield Liverpool shopping centre and looked at the holocaust he had helped create. His nose was dry and itching from the smoke in the air and his eyes were running and red from soot and cinders that were falling around him. The sky could not be seen in any direction he looked. The sun was trying valiantly to burn its way through the clouds of smoke but only managed to show as a red orb filtered through hundreds of tons of smoke, soot and ash. Beside him his laptop glowed eerily, its green screen lit with a map of the Australian continent. Thousands of fires had been lit from this one laptop and mobile phones that were attached to it. This one small device and one small unassuming man had created havoc and mayhem in one of the most prosperous and forward moving countries in the world. He, Nasser had been chosen to do this. He of all the recruits of Islam was responsible for the fall of the infidels. He took a swig of water from a bottle laying beside him in the car. He moved the lap top mouse keys to pick out further targets then suddenly his lap top froze! He switched it on and off. Removed and replaced the battery but nothing he could do would make it work. Well he would go back down to the phone company booth and get his back up. Then he heard the whoop, whoop, whoop of huge blades cutting the air about him. He had left his car to start to make his way down to the lower levels. He instinctively understood what was happening. He reached in his pocket for his keys and flicked the auto lock open on his car doors and slid into the drivers seat. He locked the doors and reached into the glove compartment for his copy of the Koran. His other hand snaked over to the console enclosing a large black button. His whole car was ringed with plastic explosive. Inside all the doors, the boot and under every seat. Enough explosive to blow every car off the car park roof. His mouth was dry and his penis, strangely started to come erect as his blood flow became restricted with erratic, wild beating of his heart. His throat was constricting in fear but in his mind he could make out the images of heaven and the music that would accompany his heroic entry and the smiles in the eyes of his promised virgin brides.
Six SAS troopers slid down the ropes dangling from the chopper. Breathing through respirators, dressed in full, dull, black body armour, they looked like robots with dangerous, dull grey automatic weapons dangling among them. Their eyes encased in night vision goggles were locked on the little red Datsun Sunny parked on the edge of the building car park. They had seen the driver leave the car, glance their way, then quickly return again. They were expecting trouble! Though they were connected by throat activated microphones to each other, the chopper and their base station three miles away, the men were too professional to need to talk at this time. The gags and quips that the movie heroes offered in these situations were just that. The stuff of movie heroes, they were sent in for a quick elimination or recovery job. Recovery was at their discretion. They knew that the man they were after was only a tiny pawn in this game of death. He was their victim. The last thing any of the troopers saw was a sudden movement as the suspension of the car moved in rhythm with the driver.
With the name of Allah on his lips, Nasser pressed the button. Instantly the massive plastic explosive charge was detonated by his fingers and his body turned to a blazing torch of flesh moments before it disintegrated. The doors of the car burst outwards at the same time that the boot flew off and the vehicles parked in the immediate vicinity were torched and overturned and those even at the very extremity of the car park were violently shaken with windows smashing and paint scorching throughout the whole floor of the car park. The force of the explosion was felt in the basement of the mall where workers were unloading the last of the frozen food for the supermarket shelves. The chopper was rocked by the blast and the pilot fought to hold the controls then suddenly he felt a sickening slackness come from the wires and knew he had lost his men. The six SAS men were only thirty metres or so from the car when the fireball engulfed them. The body armour they wore and the flame proof overalls only saved them seconds more of this life. Though not entirely incinerated as Nasser had been, death was going to be better than surviving the burns their bodies received as each man in turn slid sickeningly quickly off the wire. These six heroes were the first casualties of the armed forces.
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