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It had been months since the Federation of Yihsrael had invited delegates of countries from across the region to behold the rededication of the Great Temple. What had been intended as a peaceful rebirth of the spiritual side of a recently war-torn land had not gone as planned. The Bronze Lion, a devotee of the deposed and deceased Great Lion, had attempted to strike down the leader of Yihsrael.
While he had failed in that endeavor, he managed to shoot the Prime Minister in the arm, and slew ex-Lamonian President Matthew Stone. Mere moments after the realization of what had happened set in, the Yihsraeli troops in the area stormed the hillside the gunfire had come from. A Yihsraeli private was officially credited with the kill, and images of the slain terrorist leader were broadcast to the Federation and the Region.
Since that horrible day, things had begun to get better for the young state. Prime Minister Watte fully recovered, and was present at the state funeral of Matthe Stone. The Yihsraeli Army had given the man full military honors before his body was returned to the Free Republic. In response to a rash of terrorist activities in the Federation taken by elements of the former Great Lion's regime, the military had undergone a massive offensive against their enemies.
Months of pounding through the hills the terrorists had chosen to hide in had finally started to pay off. By all estimates, the enemy's supplies were dwindling to the point of non-existance. Morale was suspected to be at an all time low. The Great Lion Rightists were even so desperate for recruits that they were scraping the bottom of the proverbial barrel.
Meanwhile, Atheistic Right had reformed as a non-hostile entity far from what was now Yihsrael. While the federal government was hesitant to engage in diplomacy with any Rightists, the Prime Minister recognized something important. To simply ignore the newly reformed, apparently democratic nation would be worse than at least acknowledging them. To that end, Winfred Watte had signed a resolution passed by the parliament to officially recognize the new Rightists as a sovereign nation.
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One splinter group of the Great Lion Rightists that was particularly desperate was calling itself the Athiestic Right Homeland Liberation League (ARHLL). After the Bronze Lion's demise, the more reactionary of the resisting population (and with the old AR in mind, that's REALLY reactionary) had formed several splinter groups. While most groups were on the run from the Yihsraeli military machine, the ARHLL was planning it's 'greatest attack' on its Zionist foe.
Suicide bombers were to attack major civillian areas in Yihsraeli cities to grab the region's attention and to kill the enemy. Unfortunately, the two men selected for the task weren't exactly the best and brightest. No, the best and brightest had long since been captured or killed as far as ARHLL went. These men were merely all that could be mustered.
The Zionist government's recognition of the false Athiestic Right was just the trigger ARHLL had been waiting for. After sending out the bombers, all their leader could do was wait and watch. Soon, he hoped, the streets would be coated with Yihsraeli blood.
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The first bomber was to attack a key point in the Yihsraeli port city of Haffa, to the west of Yerushalayim. He entered the city in his own vehicle, parking it close to the target he'd been instructed to hit. It didn't help his cause that Yihsraeli Army infantrymen were running a checkpoint nearby. That didn't matter, though - they'd be dead soon enough.
After checking his bomb in the rearview mirror, he nodded and adjusted the glasses on his face. It was time. He stepped out of his vehicle, looking very obvious with his red and white horizontally striped shirt, jeans, stupidly long wallet chain, and worn out tennis shoes. The man hadn't even thought to conceal the bomb he'd strapped to his right leg (rather than his waist).
"I got a bomb now, so I'm kewl..." he mused aloud, and began moving cockily toward his target.
*"He's got a bomb!" a woman on the sidewalk shouted, then ducked for cover.
*"Stop where you are! Keep your hands where we can see them!" one of the infantrymen shouted.
Unable to understand Hebrew, the bomber kept moving forward, taunting, "Wassup? Wanna fight? Wanna fight?
"Sir, stop now or we will open fire!" the Yihsraelis warned again.
When the man wouldn't stop even after English warnings, the Yihsraelis did open fire. One bullet struck the man's shoulder, which caused him to flinch and then turn around. Beginning to run away, and crying, the bomber shouted, "Yer not worth my time!"
Just after that, a hail of bullets ripped through the bomber and he stumbled forward over a guard rail, falling harmlessly and lifelessly into the sea below. Moments later, his bomb went off, spraying bystanders with water, but ultimately not doing any real damage.
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In Tal Aviv, the second bomber similarly drove in, and parked his beat-up moped in a handicapped parking spot. He'd had the foresight to wear a trenchcoat, but he was fated to do no better than his cohort in Haffa. This bomber strolled casually down the street, moving toward his target in the city center. He might've made it too, if it hadn't been for his passing a stand selling the Illustrated Sports Swimsuit Issue.
As he just stood there, gaping at the bikini-clad model on the cover, he failed to notice a policeman across the street approaching. The officer had seen the bomb strapped around the outside of the trenchcoat, and was going to try and stop the man before it could go off. Not the best approach, but this bomber had no idea what he was doing, anyway.
*"Remove the coat and put your hands on your head," he barked in Hebrew, then repeated in English.
The bomber was shaken from his mesmerization, and pulled a trigger out of his coat pocket. He stared at the detonator for a while, scratched his head and looked to the officer, saying, "It's too hard, I don't know what to do!"
The officer, dumbfounded, didn't shoot. Taking the opportunity to flee, the bomber grabbed a copy of the Swimsuit Issue and ran down the street... into a wall. As he stumbled back, he felt something hit his back. Then another and another, until he felt a hail of the objects hitting him. When he turned around, he saw a group of children pelting him with something small... beans! He stared at his detonator and pushed the trigger, but nothing happened. Pressing it repeatedly, again nothing happened.
"Drop the detonator now!" the officer shouted, having regained his wits.
"But they're throwin' beans at me!" the bomber protested, even though the kids had now scurried off. Not releasing the detonator, he left the officer with only one option. The policeman pulled the trigger of his sidearm, and just a moment later the bomber slumped to the ground, a hole in his forehead...
(To be continued...)
OOC: * denotes the accompanying speech is in Hebrew. |
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