in South Carolina
December 20th, 2006
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
November 31st, 2013
Roger Sherman gazed out at the majestic sunlight’s reflection on the Atlantic. On his way back from a vacation to England, he seemed to feel like the problems of the world were just fairy tales. He had recently accepted God and Jesus Christ into his life, and had gotten over the pain of his father’s death in the Iraq war that had ended 3 years before. “Please fasten your seatbelts, and a reminder, destroying the smoke detector in the lavatory is a felony, thank you, and have a good rest of your flight,” said the monotone, somewhat nerdy captain. “ I swear if he reminds us of any precautions again I am gonna puke,” retorted one of the passengers. “Well you never know when something might happen,” said a man in an Arabic accent, getting out of his seat. “Sir, please sit down, the seat belt sign is on,” said one of the flight attendants. “No, everyone put your heads down, there is a bomb on board!” 5 other men stood up, one of them killing the air marshal with a box cutter. He didn’t disguise himself well enough. “Oh God no! A high jacking! It’s 9/11 all over again!” started shouting some of the passengers onboard.
Meanwhile, The Al Mabud Inn, mid town Tehran, Iran.
President Jean Valdue Minyol was patiently waiting the arrival of the Iranian dictator, Achmadinejad.
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“It’s about time,” said Achmadinejad, sarcastically, as he entered the building. “We need to talk Jean. Your stupid former president, Bush, or tush as I like to call him, destroyed my ambitions for nuclear power. You will allow me to develop an alternate energy source for my people, or there will be serious ramifications.” “Well I plan to, but the UN…” “The UN will let me don’t worry, they’re one button push away..” “Wait, that would be against my country!” “Don’t put on a little show for me, I know you work for France, and America was brain washable enough, and liberal enough, to vote for a Marxist such as yourself.” “Why thank you, as I said we plan to allow you to…” “Put your hands up in the air, all of you! Including the men with the guns, behind the table,” Israeli soldiers said, storming the inn. Apparently the new president, Benjamin Netanyahu, had sent them in to prevent what would have been inevitable. The two presidents, both at 6 feet tall, and in black suits, stuck their hand up. They were escorted to the maximum security prison in Haifa.
10 hours later, at President Netanyahu’s office.
“Sir we have them,” said the head of the Israeli Parliament, the Knesset, on the phone.
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“Fantastic, thank God!” replied the ecstatic Netanyahu. “Now we just need to tell America what had happened, and get an election up their quickly before terrorists take the opportunity to attack.”
Meanwhile on Roger Sherman’s plane.
The Israeli prime minister was one step behind Achmadinejad, for he had sixteen impersonators he’d hired for a ton of money. The terrorists that had taken the plane had known about the attack, as Al Qaeda was now controlled by Achmadinejad. I’ve got to do something, Roger thought in his head. There wasn’t many options, although there was one….
3:00 pm, December 1st , 2013, the CIA HQ
Brent Woodland, the head of the CIA, was planning what to do next. He, and the rest of the organization knew that the President was taken by the Israelis, but yet the Israelis would never have any negative intentions against the US. He speed dialed his friend, the secretary of state, Condoleeza Rice. “Hello, Brent, how are you?” she asked politely. “Hey Condy, just wanted to tell you that I think I found the reason the Israelis captured him.” “Well that’s great, but we have another great issue on our hands, a plane, flight 2200, via London to Birmingham, AL, has been high jacked. Keep working on that, but yes why?”
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“Well as you know, France does not like us very much. And they would never directly attack us, but they would send a very liberal candidate over here to run for office.” “Oh my God, Brent help, they’re here….” “Condy, who is, what are you talking about?” The phone went dead. “Condy pick up!”
Meanwhile, on the plane.
Roger Sherman had told the man behind him the plan, who was the same height as him pretty much, 6 ft tall. Roger had blonde hair, and a white t-shirt, just to throw in a description. “Like OH MY GOD, I gotta pee really bad!” yelled the valley girl, who was part of the plan, sitting adjacent to Sherman. “Mommy that girl makes me sick,” said the little kid behind her, with his petrified parents, who had shock from the attack. “Sit down, you little infidel!” Yelled the terrorists. “You know what fine, I’ll escort you there.” he responded. “ Like oh my gosh you’re so totally awesome Mr.….?” “Ahmad. Call me Achmad. You go, I’ll wait outside the lavatory.” Roger gave the signal, a thumbs up. The terrorists, who were flirting with the flight attendants were distracted. The two men zoomed down the aisle, the passengers in awe. “Sit down, or you’ll both be shot!” said one of terrorists. “Ok, I surrender,” yelled the young man, whose name was Brandon Hanes.
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In the meantime, Roger opened the overhead compartment, where he had spotted an old man stuffing a very heavy suitcase into the storage place. It fell on two of the terrorists, giving Roger and the other men time to pick up the terrorists ak-47s. The two men shot their way through the terrorists. Then, all of a sudden, Brandon was hit. Roger killed off the rest of the terrorists, including the one that had gone off with the girl. “Like oh my God, there’s like blood everywhere.” “Put a sock in it!” yelled the mother of the little blonde kid. Roger ran for a first aid kit, but was stopped by the flight attendant. “Sir, you don’t have clearance to be back here!” “A man was shot he needs help!” “I’m sorry, but…..” “No buts, move out of the way!” Roger grabbed some pain killers, alcohol, and the terrorists box cutter, which he had sterilized. Roger ran over to him, and cut open the wound………..
Meanwhile at Benjamin Netanyahu’s office.
“Sir, we don’t have the real Achmadinejad. He was a fake.” “God help us, get former President Bush on the phone…” “That was my next point, Condoleeza Rice, President Bush, and Tony Blair have all been kidnapped.” “Oh God, now it’s my job to save the world!” “Not exactly, we still have the American military.” “Great, get General Sanchez on the phone quickly!” “Yes sir!”
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4:00, The CIA HQ
“I want all of our operatives there now!” “Sir, can do, guess what, two men killed all the terrorists on the flight, it turns out the terrorists attempted breaking in the cockpit, but the secure door prevented them.” “Radio them in, and tell them to land.” “Will do.”
The Plane
The captain was convinced to land, nearby in Brickman, NJ. “Everyone, please exit,” said the captain, in his nerdy voice. He came out and kissed his girlfriend, the flight attendant, who was equally nerdy. How disgusting, thought Roger. He used to beat up kids like that for their lunch money, in the old days, when he was mean. Now he had found God in his life, thanks to his parents. The thought of his father made him cry. He withstood the tears, and caught the next flight to Birmingham.
December 29th, 2013, Prime Minister Netanyahu’s office.
Rodrigo Sanchez, the head general of the US Army, contacted the Israeli Prime Minister. “ Hi sir, we have an update on the issue.” “Sir, we have a problem.”
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Meanwhile, Roger’s car
On the way back from Birmingham, Roger turned on the radio. The reporter sounded worried. “What the heck?!”
A few hours later.
Roger was opening the keys to his house. Why was this happening?
Meanwhile at President Benjamin Netanyahu’s office.
While on the line with Sanchez, his aid said “Sir, we have a problem.” “Hold on Rodrigo, what is it?” “Sir, LA, Sydney, Haifa, Tehran, Dallas, and Mexico city have been nuked!” “Oh my God!” These were all cities, except Tehran, that were part of the United Federation of Republics. Israel had started this, as the new UN.
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