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25 Determined persons divided into 5 groups heading |
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for the former Soviet Union. Our first stop is to be |
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the illegal arms market in a favorable decaying post |
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communist state where each group will pick up 2 simple |
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bazooka style rocket launchers and some lighter |
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handguns for self defense in the event of an |
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unforeseen conflict. Then let us seek out our |
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predetermined objectives, five different nuclear |
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reactors scattered over the vast land. Each reactor |
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chosen second for its location and first for its |
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design. The crown of civilization the mighty RBMK |
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reactor, the largest most powerful yet unsafest |
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and least attended to in the world. |
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As we reach our targets, silently awaiting the moment |
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to strike, Synchronized watches ticking slowly down |
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and judgement day is dawning. All is still as the |
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final second passes. The five heroic groups fire once, |
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and then again, Anti-tank rounds at the main reactor |
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tower where the modulators are held by a once flexible |
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but now severed metal arm torn apart by military joy. |
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The concrete cracked so violently is burning now, |
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bluish flames are rushing out as uranium turns into |
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the hand of god, a melting god increasing his strength |
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every second, his poison spreading in the wind and |
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melting into the ground, gushing from the cracked |
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manifestation of hybris. We are all dead now the |
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heroes of the apocalypse, and so are you. And so is |
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the mother disease. |
