| 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 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 the mother disease. |