Chapter 1
Explosion
Mid day, Moscow Russia. Military Sub-Headquarters.
Executive orders. Always coming in, always being a pain in the neck. Always more Paperwork to file. working at the sub-military headquarters could be quite boring at times. Nothing but mountains of paperwork to go over and trace, make sure there are no mistakes, mistypes. Thank goodness it was mostly digital.
The general had stopped by to oversee his employee's work. He would just watch them busily work their hearts out, walk out and get himself another beer. What could he care? That's why he paid people to do things for him.
One of the bosses checked in at a station.
"Gronkowski, how's the work?"
"Pretty good, boss."
"Glad to hear that. We have a big order coming with that British ambassador here in town. Get ready to file that."
"Yes, boss."
Walking down the hall to go to his office, the boss never made it. He was pulled into another office window and held at gunpoint. Someone had broken in.
Moments later, a new set of footprints strolled down the hall. A man wearing a ski mask. Holding a gun up high. "Nobody move," he announced gruffly. "This is a stick up. I am here to make sure no-one escapes the building. You are about to die."
At that announcement, the HQ erupted into fear. Screaming, panic, complete chaos. The terrorist smiled grimly. He loved chaos. He controlled chaos.
"In 25 seconds, a bomb is going to detonate, killing everyone on the first floor, and many on the second. The rest of you will watch in horror as the police and fire department come to save you, and only a few will survive."
The terrorist looked at his watch, and grinned grimly. He knew he would go to the heavens, and be excepted with open arms for giving his life to a great cause. He closed his eyes and outstretched his arms.
The building erupted into flame blowing everything on the first floor to ash except for the pillars, and the foundation. The rest of the building slowly began to burn.