It's an unusually warm November Sunday on the East Coast, The sun is high in the sky and a light southerly wind is gently rustling the fall leaves. People are out shopping and just generally enjoying the unseasonable weather. Its a gorgeous day.
While the climate seems delightful, more ominous events are brewing in the offices of the DHS. Recent intercepts indicate an impending event, and the timelines are extremely short. The decision is made to use the EBS system to alert the population to the now immediate threat, and the Director has gained the required clearance to bring the Nation to Code Orange.
DHS sends the EBS alert out to the media and 40 million TVs and radios pipe the alert to the audience.
The Details of the alert are almost absent, just the official message and instructions to stay tuned for further updates.
Most folks don't seem to notice. Some do. But even those who catch the ominous tone of the alert have very limited understanding of the implications.
Some ask each other, "aren't we already at code orange?" Others just ignore the alert altogether, thinking it likely just a mistake. "What can we do anyway?" the majority think.
After about 10 minutes everyone goes back to their day, after all, its lovely outside. And there won't be many more days like this.....
In a basement apartment in the run down DC 8th street neighborhood 3 pakistani men assemble the ingredients for the main charge of the device. Working in silence, the tension is thick as the peroxide is carefully combined with the fuel. As sweat drips are wiped from the brow of the chemist, another man arrives with an appliance delivery. A new refridgerator is on his hand truck, a very heavy refridgerator. One of the pakistani men assists the delivery driver to get the refridgerator off the truck and unpacked.
The chemist, his delicate task completed turns to the new appliance with a concerned expression.
"How long will we have once we open the door?" he asks the delivery man.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles to the North, a plain white work van heads up I84 in Eastern Connecticut. Now just an hour outside Boston, the driver checks his watch, and is satisfied he is on time. Light traffic passes him, and he is careful to maintain five mph over the posted speed limit, just moving with traffic in the middle lane of the road. He has shaved his face and his body, and prepared himself for this day.
At the Downtown operations center of the DHS another disturbing circumstance has come to light. German intelligence has recently arrested an operative from the Kabardino-Balkariya region in the Caucasus, and 'interrogation' has revealed that the feared event which prompted the morning alert is already in motion.
The quality of the intel is exceptional, and fear begins to grip the officials manning the Ops Center.
Heated debate regarding the next step is occuring in the strategy room, and the Director is in Contact with the highest levels of government.
The decision is made to evacuate all critical personnel to the appropriate hardened facilities.
At once the private citizens charged in a secret program to set aside the legal lines of succession and install a new president in a catastrophe were notified, and special details sent to deliver them to their assigned locations.
Simultaneously top elected officials were likewise notified and readied to depart to their prepared facilities.
Outside the temprature was a balmy 76 degrees, and an almost spring day feeling was in the air. People were walking on the beaches, and riding their bicycles, and everyone was glad for one more beautiful day...
As the driver of the white van turned down federal street in Boston, police were beginning to implement additional security at Boston's bridges and tunnels. He passed numerous police parked at street corners downtown, and felt a bit of worry when one pulled out behind him in traffic. He was sure his papers were in perfect order, but timing on this mission was critical, and he couldn't afford delay.
As he pulled the van into the underground parking of the 45 story office complex, he heard on the news radio station that inspectors were again searching the rental car of a British couple who's daughter went missing in Portugal.
The Driver parked his van, and quickly unloaded his gear. He pulled out his hand truck and wrestled the 180lb Cisco Network Switch onboard. He then loaded his tools on top and set off for the garage elevator. Within 5 minutes, after a brief stop at the security desk to verify his employee badge, he was walking into the newly renovated office suite on the 42nd floor.
Traffic around the city was slowly beginning to gridlock. The initial security was having more of a rubbernecker effect, as people looked to see what the commotion was all about... Additional interest was generated by the small teams of black chevy suburbans that were appearing in nearly every major metro. These teams were pulling full police escort, and street closures were compounding the already congested downtown traffic.
Similar problems were occurring nationwide, as State and local law enforcement called in additional staff, and began to set up operations related to the Code Orange. Most departments in large cities were calling in all off duty officers, as the word in the official channels was that there may be a sudden change to Code Red at any moment.
200 miles off the New Jersey coast, an old dilapidated rusty fishing ship was slowly making for the Delaware coast. The all black crew, who should have been working the ship, were fully preoccupied with the task at hand. Within the hold of this ship was not fish, or lobster or crab. In the belly of this beast was a Shahab-3c, which was prepared for a one way trip- to a peak altitude, where its payload was intended to created a very bad day for those in the radius of the electromagnetic pulse it will generate.
The almost 50 foot rocket was fully fueled and final preparations were in place. The crew was now preparing to open the improvised hold doors and raise the device on its mobile launcher. Nearly still winds and calm seas had the crew excited. They would have just one chance to get their cargo 'offloaded'.
The DC team has also finished their preparations, and the refridgerator was loaded back on the delivery truck. The Driver of the Best Buy truck was stopped as he appoached the Capital, and consented to a search of his vehicle. He knew he had already made it close enough for the device to do its best work, but any closer wouldn't hurt. As the police closed the back of the truck up they did ask him why he was delivering a refridgerator on a Sunday....
In the following car the observers were patient. They had the controls for the redundant detonators, and they too knew they had already come close enough...
Two men walk calmly through the field gates of Richard B Russell Airport in Rome Georgia. They walk straight to the flight line, and then to a single engine Cessna parked on the tarmac. Both men are carrying pilot's cases. One quickly preflights the high wing Cessna 182, checking fuel and battery power, and the other walks back to the car to recover the rest of the luggage. He returns a short time later pulling a large wheeled duffle. Both men team lift the duffle into the Cessna, then board up. Almost immediately they fire up the Cessna's Textron Lycoming IO-540 Engine.
Few pay any attention at all, as many small aircraft are coming and going on this warm sunny day. A nearby pilot is also getting his plane ready to depart and is amazed at the poor pre-flight the men perform. "They sure do seem in a rush" he thinks.
The Pilot of the 182 says not a word as he taxis the Cessna to the active runway. He pauses briefly to test the engine's magnetos, and verify flight controls, then heads directly onto the active runway and pushes in the throttle. The engine roars and the Cessna accelerates down the strip. 1200 feet later the Cessna lifts into the air and climbs skyward, banking slightly on-course to Atlanta. At the Cessna's Cruise of speed 145 knots they will be over the downtown in just under 20 minutes.
Another pilot waiting to take off at the field cusses under his breath at the manners of the 182 pilot. "Damn Foreigners" he thinks. He's seen these men before, and believes they are from South America. "Probably can't even speak english anyway".
Its almost 2pm in The Nation's Capital, on a fine Autumn day.
The city is a odd mixture of people walking and enjoying the weather, and obvious heavy police presence. Much of the conversation is related to all the Police, but in DC, its not all that unusual. Neither are the black chevy suburbans. Although today, there seem to be alot of them...
There is also alot of helicopter traffic, especially for a Sunday. People are speculating about what kind of dignitaries must be in town, and who must be meeting who. The Best Buy Truck is Stuck in traffic, just like everyone else, as a caravan of black suburbans drive the wrong way down a one way street.
Then at exactly 2 o'clock, a shock wave tears through the Capital District. Buildings
on both sides of the street are demolished, and a blast front of brick, metal, glass and car parts decimates everything within a quarter mile. The dead are everywhere, and the distruction is beyond belief.
A fireball turns quickly to a tar black cloud, and nobody wonders what has just occurred.
Yet for a moment, a long moment, nobody does anything.
Its like they're paralysed, glued to the spot they were in when the bomb went off.
Then it cuts loose.
People who are lucky begin running in all directions. Running. They abandon their gridlocked and traffic bound cars right where they sat. The leave the engines running and in some cases the cars still in gear. The leave every type of personal possession wherever it was when they first realized this ain't the movies. Pocket books, suit coats, brief cases, books, everything people had with them remains exactly where it was when the explosion happened, and people are running for their lives.
As they run the nuclear waste that had been smuggled into the country in the lead lined refridgerator is already falling from the cloud. The deadly radioactive dust is now settling back to earth in a mile sized area directly over the Nations Capital....
Its seconds after 2 in Boston. A local TV Station has just recieved a very unusual phone call to the news desk, and is working frantically to verify the caller and his location.
The Hispanic sounding man had said that a spectacular event was about to happen, and the TV station needed to get a camera crew to document the event for the audience. He left sparse detail about the event, only saying it would be "the most spectacular thing anyone had seen in fifty years".
He said they "should get a camera to the roof, and point it toward the downtown immediately".
As the news manager worked to try to get more info, he thought it best to send a crew with a live camera upstairs anyway... "Who knows? This could be something BIG", he thought.
What he didn't know was that EVERY TV station in Boston had recieved the exact same message in the minutes before 2....
Suddenly the monitors at the station all blinked to the EBS. Homeland security had initiated "Code Red".
"Oh CRAP" he thought.
The monitor displayed the following, for immediate broadcast:
"The Department of Homeland Security has Declared A National Emergency. Please return immediately to your home, and await further instruction. All Civilian Travel During Code Red is Prohibited. Please follow the instructions of Authorized Emergency Management Personnel in your area."
The 2 Men in Suite 42 of the Federal Street office complex pray quietly. All their work on earth is done. The Cisco Switch Shell housing the 15 KT man portable nuke sits in the center of the window office facing the heart of Boston.
They know a Radioactive Dispersal Device has just been detonated in Washington DC, and are pleased their mission is already a wild success. Now they await their turn at the gates of Paradise.
As they wait they can hear sirens in the street below, muffled, almost inaudible. Then they look to the heavens.
Its exactly 2:15pm.
Satan's machine fills the surrounding airspace with vaporized steel and concrete. A 27,000,000°F fireball consumes the Federal Street building, and every other within blocks on all sides. Within a fraction of a second the dense shock front obscures the fireball, masking the characteristic double pulse of light seen from a nuclear detonation. The hydrodynamic front radiates at 700mph, destroying everything in its path out to a mile from the detonation.
The fortunate don't even hear a sound. The rest of the city's people are not so lucky.
Downtown Boston is a burning pile of debris, and its all caught on live TV.
News stations across the country are playing the Boston feed. Without exception, they all interrupt programming. Test patterns appear.
But the Damage is done. Word of the attack in DC has also spread like wildfire, The Nation, indeed The World, is bolted to their TV sets, and unlike the US, they did not stop transmitting when the fireball from hell destroyed Boston.
In the US, people panic. Code Red means nothing as city dwellers begin to pour into stores, taking all they can, of whatever they can find, the masses overwhelm police and security forces, and mayhem quickly ensues. Millions tear through the Metros, and even in smaller cities, rioting begins almost immediately. Police are vastly outnumbered and quickly decide to pull back to secure stations. The law of the jungle takes over.... Its 2:30pm EST.
People with the means are all trying to leave the cities. ALL the cities.
Massive traffice jams fill every metro interstate. Violence quickly escalates as paniced people become desperate to escape what they fear will be coming to their city too... Accidents and panic shut the roads down. Millions are now stuck in their cars on the roads... Going nowhere.
The words of the few now echo in the ears of the many- prepare- get some food and water and store it at home- have a plan....
But it is panic that holds the winning hand today.
Some sequester themselves and pray.
Some batten down the hatches, and load their guns.
The truly weathy head into their personal shelters and bolt the doors.
Without warning a savage fireball erupts over Atlanta. The Cessna 182 delivery vehicle had arrived minutes earlier and descended to optimal pressure wave distruction altitude. As the 15KT nuclear device fills the sky with fire the city below crumbles.
Within 1 minute 1/4 of Atlanta is flattened, and 1/3 of its people are killed or critically injured.
And the final phase of the attack commences....
At precisely 2:55pm an Iranian Shahab-3c missle is rising from the sea in the Eastern sky. As it reaches the apex of its flight it bursts in a very special type of detonation.
An enormous EMP is generated by the mission specific Soviet warhead, destroying practically all electrical equipment within its line of sight radius. 2/3 of the East coast is paralysed, and the power fails in almost the entire Eastern half of the country.
"Dark ages" takes on a new meaning for 150 million.
Its 3pm EST; IT has come.
Continued?
In this scenario unprecendented distruction was visited on the US by a consortium of foreign powers masquerading as "terrorists".
These powers have made no secret of their intentions.
24 hours after the attacks on America The living are realizing it might have been better to be the dead.
With 150 million people now 'in the dark' the beginnings of the new dark age emerge. Those without firearms are beset by the latent criminals that dwell in all societies. Without a moral compass, (long ago ruled "unconstitutional"), and essentially zero Civil Authority visible, they seek easy pickings from the middle class families in the suburbs around them. As the cancer of the have-nots spreads out from the ghettos and inner cities, death is in its wake. The now loosed savages take whatever they want, money, property, food, water, women... They rove in gangs, their natural element, and the brutality they inflict on the innocent is beyond the imagination of most civilized people.
The screams of the attacked are frequently heard, but there is no reply...
Civil Authorities are nowhere to be found. Presumably they too are preoccupied with attending their famlies, and protecting what they may have in their homes.
Gunfire is constant, both distant and nearby. Children cry and look to their parents for comfort, but most parents want to cry too.
Fires are spreading throughout the Eastern Cities. There is no means to control them, as all water service, and indeed the fire trucks themselves are inoperable. Medical emergencies are unanswered, as the ambulances don't run either. Hospitals are now dying places. No lights, no power, no elevators, no staff. Just people in the dark dying. Generators are useless, all fried by the EMP.
Somewhere the National Guard is mobilizing- Or at least people pray. But locally, with no way to get themselves to the guard bases, the fact is most of the guard is guarding their own homes, like the police.
Men are reduced to the basics in 1 day. Defense, Water, Food, Shelter, and Defense....
In the subterranean bunkers of the DHS, teams are trying to get a grip on the management aspects of the disaster. Leadership of all major government branches has established initial voice communications, and meetings are planned to discuss the ramifications of the state of emergency, and implementation of martial law. The hardened video conference system will be utilized, and as soon as all representatives are available the meetings will begin.
Initial discovery will be time consuming, as field elements are non-existant, and word of mouth seems to be the only way to gain information.
Low level personnel, who were still high enough to be sheltered, have been dispatched to regions that are not outright 'glow in the dark'.
The Senior staffers of the Administration are preparing a statement to be read by the President informing the remainder of the country, (that still has power and communications), of the now State of the Union.
As Code Red is essentially Martial law already, the actual execution of the executive orders granting authority for the imposition of the wartime powers is more a formality than a necessity.
As National Guard and Military Staff get a grip on the scope of the damage to the land, Strategic overflights of the affected Cities and States begin in earnest.
Relief efforts are planned, but it will be at least 3 days before any coordinated air drops of food and water can begin in earnest- More than a week before truly significant quantities of needed supplies can be gathered at staging points within round trip range of the cargo drop planes.
Several dozen flights have already delivered thousands of MRE's and emergency packaged water to the outskirts of the decimated cities, but much like the UN food relief missions to 3rd world nations, the gangs quickly gather the provisions and don't hesitate to dispatch anyone with the gall to try to horn in on the gang's property.
Despite the implementation of martial law the military is under strict orders not to fire on American citizens unless fired on themselves.
Food may as well be gold at this point in the suburbs of Boston and Atlanta, and the federal effort is a drop in a very empty bucket.
The scope of the distruction is enormous, and the planners at DHS have yet to commence any sort of real effort to establish logistical support for the Eastern 3rd of the country. Meetings do continue, from the underground bunkers, and Federal processes that have again been initiated drag the organizational efforts to the pace of molasses.... in February... in Alaska...
Power companies have restored the Grid in 3/4 of the land, a great relief to Chicago, St Louis and The industrial cities of Ohio, But the big East coast "Metroplex" cities are all fried beyond repair and nothing can be done in any timely manner.
The Anger in the population is Enormous, as people search in vain for ways to contact loved ones out East. And the anger at the failure of the Government to protect from exactly this kind of crisis is growing, and quick. Protests in the Western and Central cities become huge, and riot police are required to keep things from escalating into outright mayhem.
And worse. In the Eastern 1/3 of the Country Small bands of Americans have begun to group together for common defense, in violation of the Code Red, and martial law. These outlaw "militias" are sectioning areas that they claim are now under their control, and they are willing to defend them...
Now running at flank speed, the SSBN-743 "Louisiana" has been fully briefed on it's mission. The 560 foot Ohio class "Trident" nuclear powered boat is currently 300 miles due West of Haifa Israel, and proceeding East with all due haste. Within 4 hours they will reach the coordinates specified in their orders. Two of the boat's 24 Trident II D-5 missiles are prepared and targeting data confirmed, and then re-confirmed.
The crew of the Louisana are eager to deal a severe blow to the now confirmed masterminds of the vicious attack on their homeland, and they work with great intensity to compete the final preparations..
In his Quarters the Captain of the Louisiana kneels before his bunk, his head low, and Prays. His orders are explicit, and there are but a few moments, seconds really, before he must honor his oath and fulfill his duty to his commander in chief, and his Nation.
He thinks of the passage in the Bible where it says to take no oath, and swear to nothing- He takes his Bible from his desk and opens to the New Testament- James, chapter 5.... and reads to himself....
The awesome burden of the task at hand has him unable to settle his conscience.
Surface Carrier groups likewise have recieved their orders, and silence is the only thing that is heard. While 3 full carrier groups ply the persian gulf, there are none in the Mediterranean. Coordinated air strikes will be America's response to the terrible damage done her homeland.
The Liliputians await the rising of Gulliver.
And Rise he does, to missle launch depth...
48 hours after the Devastating "Black Sunday" attacks 'Just in Time supply' has left many cities short of food, water, and medicine.
Martial law and Code Red have combined to cause the infrastructure to rapidly degrade. As travel restrictions have essentially ceased trucking and air traffic, almost everyone in the country is running out of essential supplies. The Federal government has acted to permit Rail traffic, but in a classic logistical blunder, failed to permit the trucks that transport the rail goods to market on the roads.
While essential infrastructure providers like Electric, Phone, Water, Sewage and natural gas suppliers are mandated to attend their jobs, most "non-essential" personnel are not permitted to travel.
The Civil uprisings in the Big Cities are escalating out of control. The Police are increasingly becoming the target of the angry crowds, and riots are now a daily occurance. Curfews are implemented, but few observe the restrictions.
In an effort to settle the dissention the Government has pulled the plug on public access internet. The belief is this will reduce the organizational capacity of the factions that seek unrest.
The reaction is swift and terrible. Rioting spreads and Civil authorities back out of the heavy districts. In a few cities the National guard is deployed, but the soldiers find themselves likewise impinged, and unable to resist the huge crowds without resorting to gunfire. And increasing they find themselves fired upon... Now it gets ugly. Some fire back. Americans die in the streets of America by the hand of American troops for the first time in 140 years.
TV stations are prohibited from showing the relentless turmoil in the big cities, instead they show reruns. News radio talks of the weather, and the 2008 autos, and Britany's cleavage.
Meanwhile, an ominous development begins to grip the Western cities. The "undocumented Immigrants" have seen an opportunity in the confusion to assert their "rights". They start sectioning off large pieces of the cities, and in a few cases even declaring their 'ownership' of entire states.
The public is being urged to avoid confrontation, and remain at home in these regions, but people need food. Those found by the new "government officials" in the regions declared "Aztlan" are forced to swear allegience to the "new Nation" or be "deported... to a grave.
In almost immedate reply, local citizens step up and arm themselves to battle the 'invaders'. Gunfights become the rule, rather than the exception, and the dead begin to pile up. The repressed anger of the American citizens against the mexican illegals boils over, and wholesale slaughter begins. War is here.
Drawn in a dozen critical directions simultaneously the Combined Authority of the Entire United States Government is unable to restore the order in even one City.
Eastern States are already descending into Civil war, and the lines are frequently drawn as black against white. Terrorized by the inner city gangs for 2 days, white gun owners are now banding together to end the looting and savagery. Some would call it justice. Others would call it murder. All would call it war.
The Captain of the Louisiana Emerges from his Quarters. Sweat has soaked his undershirt, and bled through at his armpits. He heads to the boat's control room, fully prepared to execute the orders he has been given.
The order is given, codes supplied.
In moments the City of Damascus is transformed into a ruinous heap.
Simultaneously Israeli Mossad Agents transform the 'Dome of the Rock' into the 'Dome of Dust'.
Coordinated US carrier launched and Israeli Air Force Fighter bombers Attack and Pound Tehran, as well as numerous other locations in Syria, and Iran, into dirt.
Vengence is Swift and merciless.
Detonating Bunkerbusters and triple A light the night, and distruction is too kind a word. Unimagined ferocity tears the cities of Iran into holes in the earth.
Countless Souls perish.
Smoke fills the sky in South America too. Numerous Oil platforms burn off the coast of Venezuela, And the population is in panic. Fires burn in Downtown Caracas as well as Maricaibo, as the population seeks the tyrant dictator who has now brought doom to their small nation. Explosions resonate throughout the cities and Hell comes to the World of Men.
The 'war on terror' won't suffice to describe the current events.
Two men in a weathered Orange Chevy pickup drive northbound on Rt 25 in Colorado Springs, Colorado. As City Maintenance workers they are permitted to use the roads during the Code Red. They signal their turn and take exit 135 and then turn right onto S. Academy Boulevard.
They pass the State police Checkpoint at the end of the ramp with minimal fuss. The men are dressed as Water Company Employees, and carry all the necessary ID information to convince even the most knowledgeable investigator of their authencity. This is no coincidence or special feat- They have both been employed by Colorado Springs Utilities for over 10 years.
They make a right turn onto Bradley Road. They continue to Goldfield Drive, and pull up the the access gates of Big Johnson Reservoir. The man in the passenger seat hops out, and opens the gates allowing the driver to pull onto the access road. The Man then closes and locks the gates behind the pickup.
At the the now quiet Colorado Springs Airport a lone Boeing 757 is parked at the United Terminal. The plane is boarding, and will be a packed flight.
Few Air traffic routes are in service during the State of Emergency, but this flight, from COS to ORD, Chicago's Ohare Field, is cleared for a 9am Departure.
The Majority of the passengers are Government officials, primarily military. The remainder are elite businessmen, powerful men, who enjoy special privilidges due to their industry leadership roles. As the Jet is backed out from the gate the passengers settle in for the two and a half hour flight.
The 4 mexican looking men all sit in the front seat of a beat up Japanese pickup. The back of the truck is filled with garbage, mostly metal collected from around the area, to be recycled. But their task today has little to do with recycling.
They drive north along Carratera A Juan De Barrera and then nothwest on Ejido Tula-Mariano Abasolo. The driver of the truck stops and the two men on the passenger side get out. The men begin to throw the metal junk out of the pickup bed, and retrieve a stainless cannister. They quickly place the 20inch cannister into a rucksack, and set off quickly on foot across the scrub toward General Rodolfo Sanchez Toboada Airport, just East of Mexicali Mexico.
The men quickly reach the row of private aircraft and untie an aged Piper Cherokee 140. They both climb into the old Piper, and without any pre-flight whatsoever they start the old Lycoming. The Engine sputters and pops and then begins to run, thought still smoking and missing occasionally.
Mexican Government troops who are 'guarding' the almost vacant airport notice the activity and have driven over to see what the men are doing with the old plane. The Guards hop out of their truck and approach the plane, which though running, still has the entry door open several inches...
As one guard approaches the door, the other walks up to the Pilot's side. The small Pilot window pops open and 3 quick shots from the pilot drop the Mexican officer. The passenger likewise fires several shots into the guard on the passenger side of the plane through the open door, and the ambush is successful.
The Men don't hesitate, and immediately bring the Lycoming to full power.
The plane makes an almost in-place 90 degree turn to avoid the military truck parked on the ramp in front of it, and powers onto the ramp toward the runway.
The Driver of the Orange pickup pulls the truck off the access road near the waters edge.
The men open the bed mounted tool box and remove two RPG-7 shoulder-launched, anti-tank, rocket propelled grenade launchers and quickly walk down to the water. They position themselves in their pre-arranged stations, and rest the launchers of the rocket propelled grenades on branches specifically selected for this purpose.
And then they wait....
The Pilot of the '57 makes a final pre-departure check of the big Boeing's systems at the end of the North Taxiway. The Co-pilot reads off the checklist, and the pilot confirms all systems are properly configured for departure. Since there is essentially no other air traffic, he has already received his departure clearances, and is cleared for takeoff. He Swings the bird onto runway 180 left, and brings the throttles to takeoff thrust. Two 166.4kN Rolls Royce RB211-535C turbofans spin to full power and the Boeing begins to accelerate, and within 60 seconds is climbing from the tarmac.
The Utility Workers hear the Boeing's engines before they see the plane. They align on the point of aim, and almost immediately the belly of the Boeing appears, large and close- barely 300 feet overhead. They fire their RPG's at almost the same moment....
The Captain of the United Flight see's nothing but sky. At his angle of climb the earth is only visible out the side window....
A second later he's flying though the air without an airplane.
The first RPG has torn the front of the cockpit apart, and essentially destroyed the nose of the plane.
The Aircraft continues to climb as the second RPG hits the left wing, immediately detonating the partially filled left wing tanks and blowing the engine off the pylon. The jet rolls slowly onto its left side, then nearly inverted nose high, before it slams into the ground, tail low.
All aboard die immediately on impact, in a huge fireball, except the Captain. He lands still strapped into his seat, seconds later.
The Utility workers have already thrown the grenade launchers into the reservoir. By the time the Boeing hits the ground they have exited the access road, and are headed west on Bradley. Several State police units pass them running code 3- lights and siren- in the opposite direction.
The Driver of the Orange pickup pulls courteously to the right to let them pass.
Immediately after the news is received of the COS disaster all commercial flights are cancelled as another nationwide shutdown of the barely operating air system is initiated.
Word of the disaster spreads slowly though civilian channels. Communication is sparse, and though TV and radio stations are still in operation, very little unpleasant 'news' is permitted.
Little by little though, it does spread. Ham radio operators, and eventually foreign news services pick up the reports, and photos are spread by the ubiquitous cell phone cameras.
As the week had passed people had begun to make sense of the events from "Black Sunday". Though the Nation was mourning, it had seemed to recover some sense of unity after the successful US military attacks on the originators of the murderous "Black Sunday" attack. The Riots were becoming uncommon, and patriotism was filling in the hole torn in the hearts of Americans by the savage distruction a week ago.
A new wave of fear spreads as the news of renewed attacks is received.
In the Command Center for Norad the news of the Disaster at Colorado Springs hits hard. While no Norad command staff were aboard the civilian flight, numerous staffers were, returning for a weekend leave with their families in the midwest region.
The last week has been very hard on people, especially military families, where active duty parents were on-duty. Due to the Attack on the homeland one week ago all leaves were cancelled, and folks who were scheduled leave had their leave revoked. But in light of the situation, military command had made special concessions to get some staffers back home for a weekend with their families...
Now the first commercial flight out of COS in a week was destroyed on departure- all souls lost.
The old Cherokee 140 labors down the bumpy runway. Though at full power, it barely reaches the minimum airspeed needed to leave the ground. Using the full length of the runway, the pilot gently coaxes the 40 year old bird off the ground and settles into ground effect. Slowly the Cherokee accelerates and climbs out at barely 50 feet per minute. No matter. The pilot only needs a couple hundred feet of altitude for his task. The plane turns left, on course, at 50 feet above the ground and proceeds over Mexicali. The pilot picks up route 2 westbound, and begins his IFR (I Fly Roads) flightplan.
At his current speed of 110 kts and altitude of 55 feet he'll be hard to identify from the ground, as if anyone cared...
The co-pilot turns his attention to the rucksack. He pulls out the Stainless container and carefully readies the cargo for the upcoming task.
Within the 20 inch stainless container are two half liter-sized glass ampoules carefully insulated and packaged.
The first ampoule contains methylphosphonyl difluoride, and in the second is a mixture of isopropyl alcohol and isopropyl amine.
Between the two is a dense foam insulator, and a small mechanism which is designed to rupture both of the ampoules simultaneously at impact.
The co-pilot takes out the top ampoule and the dense foam barrier is discarded. He then replaces the mechanism, and the 2nd ampoule, and fastens it into its carrier. A special perforated cap is screwed into its place replacing the original cap. The Co-pilot then fastens the Stainless container to an improvised fire extinguisher bracket that is mounted on the side of the rear seat fuselage wall. This mounting alignment will assure the ampoules are ruptured at the moment of impact.
The weapon is armed.
The plane makes its way steadily west, south of, but within sight of Mexico Rt 2. At 35 feet over the terrain the engine soon warms, and compression improves, and the plane slowly gains speed. Now cruising at nearly 120 knots, the flight will be over soon....
The DHS has been rendered effectively inert by the mammoth disaster of 'Black Sunday'.
Administrative officers bogged in political red tape and issues of jurisdiction eliminate any sense of action in the Eastern Cities.
Food supplies gone, and water scarce, the environment is nothing short of open warfare. Starving men find adequate justification for murder in the defense of their families, and even in the procurement of basic foods and water. Life is lost.
Now the only prayer of salvation lies with the military, National Guard, and its state level peer, the state militias.
The military is essentially hand-tied too; War overseas is heating up on a half dozen fronts. Enemies of the US have not wasted time in taking advantage of the crisis afflicting the US homeland, and seeminly all at once the US finds it is short of men, machines and missles. Shortages become a huge issue and the battles in the distant points have fierce counterattacks waged against already weary US forces.
China Attacks Taiwan.
Now Mother nature takes a swing. Gone are the 70's enjoyed only a week ago. In typical New England fashion a Strong cold front barreling through the Great Lakes is forecast to drop tempratures by 40 degrees throughout the region. The Storm is converging with a low pressure center moving up the East coast, and forecasts are for the season's first snows.
Departing the coast of Northern most Mexico the pilot of the Cherokee 140 is now over the Pacific ocean. He has begun to climb and is now 250ft above sea level. As he climbs he is turning toward the North, and slowly, the plane comes around almost 180 degrees and assumes an North Easterly bearing for San Diego.
Now clearing 400ft the pilot tips the nose down slightly... The bird begins to pick up speed, and soon the old plane is over 140 knots.
He looks at his portable GPS for final coordinates. 7 miles to go.....
With essentially no fuel left on board the plane begins to misfire and stutter... The Pilot keeps the nose slightly down and maintains speed... 145 knots... 4 miles to go...
Straight ahead, shining in the early afternoon sun is his target- One America Plaza. Known locally as "the Phillips screwdriver building", the 500 foot high 34 story building is easily distinguishable from the bay, and now at a range of 1 mile he can clearly make out the unique arrow top shape of the facility.
He pulls the plane up slightly, aligns the heading and begins a prayer....
Sensing the Darkening mood of the Land, the Director of the DHS decides to go on Live TV to quell and currents of anger as the people again find themselves under attack and unable to respond.
During the Live News show he speaks with the popular afternoon host, assuring the Nation that the actions of the Administration are just and right, and people are safe in their homes and Places of business.
He Urges Americans to stand together in these times, to express their patriotism, and he tells the viewers that All Americans are now soldiers in the War on Terror.
He Urges the audience to assist the Government in the restoration of order, and in keeping the peace in the trying times to come.
The Director announces that thousands of people have been rounded up in special raids by the federal law enforcement agents, and that the possibility of additional attacks is diminished by every additional minute.
"These raids will clean the Nation of the agents of Evil. These Enemy Combatants will be brought to special detention facilities for interrogation". "We WILL find out who these Enemy Attackers are," He states.
"We WILL Prevail," he promises. "we will find these people and we will stop their plans".
And in closing he again promises that the Government is in control, and that these cowardly attacks will cease.
The news commentator is gracious, and thanks the Director for his precious time...
The TV station cuts to a commercial about nursing home abuse...
"Do you suspect a loved one is a victim of Nursing home abuse?".....
At 12:16 pm PST the Piper Cherokee 140 slams into the 25th floor of One America Plaza. The 150 mile per hour impact shatters the ampoules in the weapon and instantly just under a gallon of Sarin is released into the air 400 feet over San Diego. The compound is simultaneously drafted into the Plaza's air handlers and pumped throughout the facility...
Almost immediately hundreds of people within the facility feel a sudden tightness in the chest.
The vapor spray falls on the people, streets and buildings below...
Soon after, the victims have difficulty breathing and experience nausea and drooling.
They fall to the ground...
As the victims continue to lose control of bodily functions, they vomit, defecate and urinate. Then they begin twitching and jerking.
Ultimately, the victims become comatose and suffocate in a series of convulsive spasms.
The vapor and gas from the plane-bomb has killed 1,450 before the winds dissipate it sufficiently to stop the killing... nothing can be done for the dying.
I could go on, but this has a predictible conclusion.
As the Scenario continues the World Inevitably slides into World War.
The logical and expected exchange is between the US and Russia, who has orchestrated the entire "muslim terror" fiction all along.
China takes Taiwan in very Short time, and Japan enters the fray to counter Chinese influence. A limited exchange between the two ends with a billion Chinese dead.
Israel finishes the work the US began. The word 'arab' will be come to be known as 'a species that no longer exists'. An 'arab' crab is the same as an 'extinct' crab...
Pakistan launches against India, and India replies with devastating effect. Pakistan is reduced to the mud it has always been. And 200 million indians die as well. There is no such thing as 'Pakistanis' anymore either.
North Korea attacks the South, and again the South uses the nukes they "don't have" to reduce the north to a glowing wasteland.
And the US is essentially devastated by a pre-emptive Russian assault. The US submarine forces reply to Russia, but too little too late.
The world becomes a nuclear desert for at least a decade.
TPTB on all sides are well sheltered awaiting their emergence to dominate the remains. This is no mistake... 90% of the Earth's population is reduced to bones.
The first world was destroyed by water. The second will be destroyed by fire.
Given the likely equation, one has to ask oneself the question....
If an inherently good man is on one side of a 20 foot wall with 10 innocent children, and an inherently evil man is on the other side of the wall also with 10 innocent children, and each man has a hand grenade....
If the inherently evil man pulls the pin and throws his hand grenade over the wall, what will the inherently good man do?
He will abide by the Word of God.
THE END
America has, for a Century, been the largest charity contributor to the world. Americans have donated more money, more food, more medicine, and more people to missions worldwide, than the next 10 nations of the world combined.
In America's time of need do you expect to see this debt repaid?
Don't count on it.
As an American, and a Christian, I advocate we continue to lead the world in charity and in doing so, fulfill the burden of titheing we owe the Creator, the God of Abraham, Iaasic, and Jacob.
This is the grestest Nation the Earth has ever known. We are the Just. We are the powerful. And we need to make sure we never allow the events I have written of to transpire.
Prayer is the most powerful force in the world, indeed, the Universe. The Word created heaven and Earth. Use your word to ask that evil be defeated, That Good Men prevail, and that justice remain more than just a concept. Combined we have enormous power, Spiritual power. Please use your personal spiritual power to ask the Lord for blessings of safety for our Nation, our children, and our forefathers, who earned the freedom we enjoy.
Pray for our Land, our leadership, and our men and women in harm's way.
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