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GWOT VI - Message
Feb. 19th, 2020 01:12 pmGWOT VI - Message
7th Protestant Church
Sunday, 1035 hours
The preacher was in fine form.
"… and with the help of the Army of God and other militias, we struck a fine blow yesterday for the freedom of Iowa and for the dominion of Christ!"
The stained glass window behind him shattered and something crashed into the floor, bouncing around and ending up under a pew.
It spoke. Very, very loudly in a tenor male voice.
"I'M A SIXTY SECOND BOMB! I'M A SIXTY SECOND BOMB! DON'T TOUCH ME, I'll GO OFF SOONER!"
People started yelling and screaming. A few with presence of mind bolted for the doors. Others scrambled and fell down. Yet others stared in shock.
The voice changed to an almost friendly female voice. But still very loud.
"For genocidal WAR CRIMES, the California Republic will destroy this church. GET OUT right NOW or you WILL DIE."
The voice changed again, back to the tenor.
"I'M A THIRTY SECOND BOMB! I'M A THIRTY SECOND BOMB. DON'T TOUCH ME I WILL GO OFF! TWENTY NINE, TWENTY EIGHT …."
Fortunately, one of the ushers had the presence of mind to prop the doors at the back center aisle open before running at top speed away from the church as fast as his legs could carry him.
Many people ran.
The preacher, still with microphone in his hand, said nothing. Just watched.
A militia officer moved into the sudden space around the speaking pew, leaned his head down, looked.
He had to shout over the count to be heard at all.
"FOURTEEN, it's a … THIRTEEN .. mortar sh … TWELVE … I can … ELEVEN …fins."
He then ran for the back of the church in turn and kept going.
The preacher waited.
"FIVE," it spoke, and stopped.
The female message spoke again.
"For genocidal WAR CRIMES, the California Republic will destroy this church. May God have mercy on your soul. ONE."
The pew shattered and sprayed wood fragments across the room. The preacher turned just in time to save his eyes. Others were not so lucky.
He sat up, splinters in his legs, and laughed.
Turned on the PA.
"We're still here!"
The frozen people looked at each other and started to laugh.
The message had been scary, but the PA and batteries had made the explosive charge smaller.
It would take more than a grenade to destroy a church.
###
He had seen people running out of the church.
He lowered his binoculars.
"Ten rounds rapid."
The first shell out was an incendiary.
Shake and bake.
###
"Got the video. Cutting it now."
Three sources. The video taken by the scout team of the massacre. The mortar team's long range pan-tilt-zoom camera, for before/during/after.
And the video camera in the mortar shell itself, to prove that the PA message had been delivered, and capture the last images that would ever be seen in that church.
Open with the massacre, the bodies of the refugees they had murdered and horror shots of dead men, savaged women and eviscerated children. Note the identifiers of the murderous troops. 7th Protestant,. Then the church. The warning round, exterior view, then interior view. The PA announcements, the entire long minute. The long shot of the Church intact, then hit by shells over and over again. The church on fire, people screaming and running and a few having to be held back.
"Approval?"
Angrily, I leaned close over the laptop. Watched the three minute clip.
"Approved."
"Uploading. Linking over to our social media feeds."
Homeland put my torture on YouTube.
You're damn right I'll put reprisals on YouTube as well.
7th Protestant Church
Sunday, 1035 hours
The preacher was in fine form.
"… and with the help of the Army of God and other militias, we struck a fine blow yesterday for the freedom of Iowa and for the dominion of Christ!"
The stained glass window behind him shattered and something crashed into the floor, bouncing around and ending up under a pew.
It spoke. Very, very loudly in a tenor male voice.
"I'M A SIXTY SECOND BOMB! I'M A SIXTY SECOND BOMB! DON'T TOUCH ME, I'll GO OFF SOONER!"
People started yelling and screaming. A few with presence of mind bolted for the doors. Others scrambled and fell down. Yet others stared in shock.
The voice changed to an almost friendly female voice. But still very loud.
"For genocidal WAR CRIMES, the California Republic will destroy this church. GET OUT right NOW or you WILL DIE."
The voice changed again, back to the tenor.
"I'M A THIRTY SECOND BOMB! I'M A THIRTY SECOND BOMB. DON'T TOUCH ME I WILL GO OFF! TWENTY NINE, TWENTY EIGHT …."
Fortunately, one of the ushers had the presence of mind to prop the doors at the back center aisle open before running at top speed away from the church as fast as his legs could carry him.
Many people ran.
The preacher, still with microphone in his hand, said nothing. Just watched.
A militia officer moved into the sudden space around the speaking pew, leaned his head down, looked.
He had to shout over the count to be heard at all.
"FOURTEEN, it's a … THIRTEEN .. mortar sh … TWELVE … I can … ELEVEN …fins."
He then ran for the back of the church in turn and kept going.
The preacher waited.
"FIVE," it spoke, and stopped.
The female message spoke again.
"For genocidal WAR CRIMES, the California Republic will destroy this church. May God have mercy on your soul. ONE."
The pew shattered and sprayed wood fragments across the room. The preacher turned just in time to save his eyes. Others were not so lucky.
He sat up, splinters in his legs, and laughed.
Turned on the PA.
"We're still here!"
The frozen people looked at each other and started to laugh.
The message had been scary, but the PA and batteries had made the explosive charge smaller.
It would take more than a grenade to destroy a church.
###
He had seen people running out of the church.
He lowered his binoculars.
"Ten rounds rapid."
The first shell out was an incendiary.
Shake and bake.
###
"Got the video. Cutting it now."
Three sources. The video taken by the scout team of the massacre. The mortar team's long range pan-tilt-zoom camera, for before/during/after.
And the video camera in the mortar shell itself, to prove that the PA message had been delivered, and capture the last images that would ever be seen in that church.
Open with the massacre, the bodies of the refugees they had murdered and horror shots of dead men, savaged women and eviscerated children. Note the identifiers of the murderous troops. 7th Protestant,. Then the church. The warning round, exterior view, then interior view. The PA announcements, the entire long minute. The long shot of the Church intact, then hit by shells over and over again. The church on fire, people screaming and running and a few having to be held back.
"Approval?"
Angrily, I leaned close over the laptop. Watched the three minute clip.
"Approved."
"Uploading. Linking over to our social media feeds."
Homeland put my torture on YouTube.
You're damn right I'll put reprisals on YouTube as well.
