Chapter 3- Pyramids

The sun shone brightly onto the sand as the day was almost half-way through, there was a slight breeze sweeping along the ground,lifting up small grains of sand. A young white man, with short, dark brown hair strode over the sand barefooted, not caring about the intense heat coarsing through his feet. It didn't matter him anymore, not much mattered, money was important though, and whoever didn't agree was a fool. He looked into the distance and he could see the Pyramids growing slightly larger with each step. He thought about how much work the Ancient Egyptians must have worked to build it. He then laughed, laughed at the concept of their work, all their hard work, all being for nothing in the end. All for nothing.

The explosion that night shook the whole world. Scientists had a few theories as to why everyone in the world felt a tremor, but they all were far from the truth. It was only when Dr. Ahmed Zewail rang to the USA's FBI, that everyone knew the truth.

The Pyramids had been bombed.

"But that is not the worst of it," he said to them, wiping the sweat from his eyebrows. He was a rather large man, with black hair in a small afro, and a moustache." In all of Egypt, the ground is hard along the top but crumbles very easily underneath."

"Don't talk to me in cryptic, man!" Robert Mueller, the head of the agency, barked, "What the hell does it mean?"

"Basically sir, Egypt is very susceptible to Earthquakes with over five in the past year, and..." He paused, he wasn't even sure if his theory was correct, but if it was, then many people could die. He told Mueller his theory.

"Holy Shit..."

The man who had set the bomb, was obviously pleased with himself. He was sitting in his private plane on the way to Moscow, having just started the flight, sipping the shot of Vodka he had been given. Sitting in the seat opposite him was a man named Voiskin Petrovsky, a Moscovite, and a middle-aged man, with no hair, blue eyes, and arrogance in his eyes. His whole body radiated wealth.

"So, did you plant the bomb?" He asked in Russian, both men spoke English well, but Russian was their home tongue.

"Take a look for yourself Voiskin," He said coolly, "Michael!" He called to the pilot, in English now. "Turn us around so I can show Mr. Petrovsky my handiwork."

As they turned, Petrovsky looked out of the window and gasped with amazement. A few miles ahead he could see the complete destruction and chaos that had been promised, huge sandstorms were raging across the land, from when the blast had lifted it all up. Petrovsky looked at the small black dots that seemed so far below him, and saw they were moving about in hopeless circles, he realised they were people and laughed at their stupidity, there was no-where to run, wherever they hid, they would die. That was how it was planned to be.

At 3 o'clock exactly GMT, every single world intelligence agency recieved the same letter.

Dear World Agencies,

I believe you may remember us, we contacted you a few months ago to tell you, that although we are new we are not to be underestimated. You may recieve threats like this all the time from pranksters and the like, but let us assure you we are not pranksters. But you believed we were, after we sent you our first letter, you laughed in our face, and told us to piss off. Well, we've decided to show you what we meant when we said that we were powerful. You've already seen what happened in Egypt today, but what happened today is only the beginning of an altogether larger destruction. We have targeted 5 more World Hotpots/Wonders of the World. Just to show you that you can't stop these we are going to tell you where we are planning to attack.

Dubai- Burg Al Arab

China-The Great Wall Of China

Iraq-The Hanging Gardens of Babylon

Italy-The Colosseum

Great Britain-London Eye,Big Ben, Houses of Parliament

You can try and stop us but I'm afraid that in just a few weeks, every single of the places listed here will no longer exist. Just as the Pyramids don't. We hope that this will teach you not to underestimate anyone else in the near future.

Yours Sincerely

ZRIA