Wednesday, September 4, 2013


Copyright © 2013 Pam Funke
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Chee Tsang, China’s Chief Executive, gathered the country’s military officials together. He was ready for payback. How dare Israel attack his beloved country? Beijing is now just a smoldering disaster zone. This fact alone both angered and saddened him.
General Baojia Chan stood nearby looking over intelligence and working out a war strategy in his head. First we will attack Israel with missiles then a surprise attack with our massive army.
“General, I want your opinion about something. What will we gain from this? How will this attack on Israel benefit the people of China?” Chee Tsang asked.
General Chan looked back at the papers he was reviewing before looking at Mr. Chee Tsang. “Well, I think that this will only work as long as we contain the element of surprise. We then enter the country from here and here,” Baojia said pointing at the military map.
“I see. But would we not have a greater advantage point from here and here,” Chee asked.
“I have planned for the Immediate Action Unit to drop forces in at those locations,” General Chan replied.
“But I thought that we primarily used them to protect the country from terrorism, riots, and the like. If we use them in our attack, won’t that leave the country defenseless?” Chee asked.
“Yes, the IAU is primarily used for that purpose but as they are extremely good at tactical maneuvers we will be using them to strengthen our military forces. The Snow Leopard Commando Unit will be protecting our country while the military is deployed,” Baojia replied.
“Very well then, how long before we can make this happen?” Chee asked.
“It is being done as we speak sir. In a matter of hours we will have our troops in the air,” Baojia replied.
General Chan has done well, although I wish that he had waited for my approval. Chee turned and faced General Chan. “You are doing a fine job. As I am not needed here I will be off taking care of more pressing issues. Do not disappoint me,” Chee said. He then turned and left the room.
General Chan turned back to his staff. “How much longer before the planes are loaded with the troops and equipment?” he asked.
“Sir, they will be ready for takeoff in approximately two and a half hours,” the young soldier replied.
“Excellent. Now I want you to launch the missiles at Israel. We will start by creating chaos and panic and then the real fun begins,” General Chan ordered.
“Yes sir,” the soldier replied. He then typed in the target locations, the order codes, and hit send.


Meanwhile in Russia, Adolph Christophe, Sergei and Anya Petrov watched as missiles appeared to approach the United States, England, France, and Japan. Adolph watched as the imaginary missile attack from China, Israel, Iraq, Turkey and Canada happened on screen. How is it possible that Sergei was able to achieve this? Won’t each of their security measures in place realize that none of this is real? This is unbelievable. While they watched their monitors and various news feeds on the television nothing seemed to indicate that the current attacks were anything other than real. This puzzled Adolph a little. How are they all being deceived so easily? Well it is of no consequence to me. Although I do wonder how it is being achieved.
Although he knew the truth, various countries were running amuck as they thought that their allies were attacking them. What he wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall and actually witness the panic and confusion going on in these countries.


Janet Chu, the current director of The United States’ Homeland Security, was currently in a secret meeting with representatives from each of the 50 states. They were finally going to have a temporary President, Vice President and presidential cabinet as their previous ones had been killed during the attack on Washington D.C. The United States was a little chaotic and definitely needed some guidance. The people of the United States would be given the opportunity to vote for someone more appropriate later.
“Does anyone have any experience that would govern them as a potential Presidential candidate?” Janet asked.
A couple of hands went up. Janet rubbed her forehead in frustration. How are we going to fill all the positions? “Okay, let’s do this. Those of you that raised your hands a moment ago, I want you to give us a brief description of your qualifications—a mini campaign if you will. Then after each of you has had your turn, we will vote for the position of acting President, acting Vice President, etcetera,” Janet said sitting down.
“Okay,” they replied in unison.
Approximately ten people stood up each giving their mini campaign in turn before returning to their seats. Janet had to admit that she was very impressed with a few of them; it was going to be difficult to vote.
“Now before we vote, I want to remind you that it is imperative that we be fair and think before we vote,” Janet said.
Before they could even start casting their ballots, multiple alarms went off across the room. Everyone in the room tensed up; no one said a single word. Janet got up from her chair trying to remain calm and walked over to the computer monitors. She looked at the radar screens then at the man sitting before the computer.
“Tell me that is not what I think it is,” Janet said.
“Ma’am, I really wish that I could. But we have ten missiles flying into our airspace,” Joe Hogan said panicky.
“Quickly deploy the interceptor missiles,” Janet replied.
Joe looked pale. “I did ma’am, they had absolutely no effect,” Joe replied.
“Where did they come from Joe?” Janet asked.
Joe looked like he was ready to pass out. “Iraq and Canada,” Joe replied shaking.
“Are you telling me that those missiles came from our own allies?” Janet yelled pointing at the screen.
Joe was almost afraid to answer, “Yes ma’am, I’m afraid that they have.”
Janet looked back at the representatives; they all had the same expression on their faces. Janet hesitated for only a moment, “Joe, I want you to return fire immediately. Defend our country.” Within minutes real missiles were now being launched by the United States targeting Canada and Iraq.


Meanwhile in Birmingham, England, Prime Minister Leonardo Winslet was currently meeting with what was left of Parliament. The majority of Parliament had been housed in London which had been destroyed a few days prior. Prime Minister Winslet was now in charge of England as the Queen was also deceased. They were trying to decide the best way to protect their country from any more of those devastating missile attacks. So far no one had any ideas—it was hard to come up with a defense when the missiles came without any kind of warning whatsoever.
A young boy interrupted the meeting when he came in unannounced slamming the door behind him. “Young man, what are you doing? We are in the middle of an important meeting here,” Prime Minister Winslet said brusquely.
“Yes, but……,” the boy replied waving something in his hands.
“What is it?” Prime Minister Winslet asked.
The young boy ran up to the Prime Minister with the notice from Henry Mordaunt, 1st Baron Camoys.
“What is this?” Prime Minister Winslet asked.
“I don’t know sir. I was just told to deliver it to you,” the young boy replied.
Prime Minister Winslet took the notice from the boy and read it silently.
“Prime Minister Winslet, please come to missile control immediately. We have picked up 8 missiles on radar heading into our airspace. Interjectory missiles have been unsuccessful. According to trajectory readings the targets have come from Israel and China. What would you like us to do? Please come with the boy.
--Henry Mordaunt, 1st Baron Camoys”
Prime Minister Winslet paled dropping the notice to the floor and stared at the boy. “Where did you get this from, son?” Prime Minister Winslet demanded.
“Henry Mordaunt gave it to me sir, honest. He said that I must bring you back with me. Please come with me now sir, it is extremely urgent,” the young boy said pulling on the Prime Minister’s arm.
Prime Minister Winslet had hoped that this was a sick prank by the young boy; but realized that it was not. He dismissed himself from the meeting and followed the boy.
“Henry, how much time do we have?” Prime Minister Winslet asked entering missile control.
“Less than ten minutes to impact sir,” Henry replied.
Prime Minister Winslet frowned, “I want you to retaliate; send return fire immediately,” he said. Seconds later, real missiles were being launched at Israel and China.


In Paris, France, Antoine Bruyere, Beau Laroque and Élisabeth Ames were working hard to come up with a defense plan for their country. The madness of the world during the past few days made them realize that they were just as vulnerable as everyone else. That didn’t sit well with them.
“Beau, I haven’t been able to find a way to make the missiles vulnerable. I’ve been going over the video footage of the attacks on Israel and the United States but there doesn’t seem to be a way to even detect the missiles. Without actually having one of the missiles to study, there is nothing that we can do,” Antoine said.
“And how pray tell, do you think that we are going to get one of those missiles from? No one knows where they are even coming from,” Elisabeth said.
“Really Elisabeth, must you be so negative about everything?” Beau replied.
“Okay guys, what do we know about these missiles?” Antoine asked.
“Well we know that they are undetectable for one. They move swiftly. They are very dangerous—as it takes only two missiles to wipe out an entire city,” Elisabeth said stating the facts.
Antoine took out some photos that they had taken from the videos and placed them up on the board. He walked back and forth studying each of the photos.
“Beau, can you blow up stills 5, 29, and 18?” Antoine asked.
“Sure, is there anything in particular that you want me to focus on?” Beau asked.
“Yes,” Antoine replied circling some areas on the photos
A few minutes later Beau was posting the new photos up next to their perspective ones. He then stood back looking at the photos with Antoine. Elisabeth stared at the photos. She got up to take a closer look. Is that what I think it is?
“Hey guys, do you see what I see?” Elisabeth said suddenly.
“What? What is it, Elisabeth? What do you see because I’m not seeing anything at all?” Beau said.
He walked closer to the photos. He looked at each of them comparing them for similarities and differences but he really didn’t see anything. Elisabeth walked up to the photos that Beau had blown up. She pointed at the symbols that she saw on each of the missiles. She wasn’t sure but they looked identical to her.
“Don’t these look identical? I think that it may be something. Any idea of what they are or what they represent? This may lead us to who’s behind all of this,” Elisabeth said.
Antoine looked more closely at the photos. Elisabeth might have something here. “Beau, can you isolate the symbol?” Antoine asked.
Beau isolated the symbol then put it up on the computer screen. “What are we looking at?” he asked.
“Is that what I think it is?” Antoine asked.
Before anyone could reply the radar alarms went crazy. “What’s going on Beau?” Antoine demanded.
“Hold on a sec, sir,” Beau replied. He was busy running various programs. After a moment, Beau turned away from the computers pale as a ghost. “This can’t be—it can’t,” Beau said.
“What is it Beau already?” Elisabeth asked.
Beau was in shock. “We are being attacked by our own allies. Radar has picked up four missiles heading into our airspace,” Beau said.
“What! How is this possible? Are you sure? That can’t be right,” Antoine said.
“It’s accurate sir. Four missiles are entering our airspace from the United States, England and Japan,” Beau said sadly.
“But why? Why would they do something like this?” Elisabeth asked.
They both looked at her sadly. “I don’t know,” they said in unison.
“Do it, Beau. Return fire,” Elisabeth said.
Beau hesitated and looked at Antoine; Antoine nodded in agreement. Five real missiles were now being launched at the United States, England and Japan.


Meanwhile in Tokyo, Japan, Prime Minister Sankichi Ikari was watching ICNN news with his aide, Kosuke Nagisa. “This is a living nightmare, sir. How can this be happening?” Kosuke asked.
“Kosuke, things are strange indeed. But I sense that it’s only going to get worse,” Prime Minister Ikari replied.
Kosuke lowered his head; this deeply saddened him. “What can we do?” he asked.
“There’s not much that we can do. We’ll just have to do the best that we can to protect ourselves and our country,” Prime Minister Ikari whispered. He was just about to turn off the television when a breaking news story came on.


“This is Gage Cameron with an unbelievable story for you today. China has declared war on Israel and has launched numerous missiles. They are not the same types of missiles as the attacks earlier on Israel—these are actually detectable on radar. Israel has retaliated by sending return fire. I don’t know how long this is going to be going on. It seems that China is holding Israel responsible for the destruction of Beijing. How it is that they’ve come to this conclusion we are unsure, especially since no one has claimed responsibility. It is still being investigated by NATO. To make matters worse, several other countries have also declared war on each other.
The United States has declared war on Canada and Iraq. England has declared war on Israel and China. France has declared war on the United States, England and Japan. There have been massive missile strikes today. Is there no end to all of this madness? There are rumors that this is the beginning of another World War. Why are they blaming each other for the strange missile attacks from earlier in the week? Who is behind all of this? We still have no answers. May God be with us all. This is Gage Cameron, ICNN new.”
Kosuke Nagisa stood there with his mouth open. He was completely speechless. This is bad—really bad. He looked at the Prime Minister.
“Was that for real? Tell me that it wasn’t. The world has gone completely mad,” Kosuke said.
Prime Minister Ikari didn’t know what to say. He sat there quietly. “There’s only one thing that we can do now; that’s to pray that Buddha protects us. No one else can help us now,” Prime Minister Ikari said.
Kosuke agreed with him. They were all in a world of hurt now. What are we going to do?
Prime Minister Ikari turned off the television and returned to his desk. He turned his chair towards the window. It was beautiful outside, hardly making sense of any of the day’s madness. His phone started to ring, Kosuke answered it.
“Prime Minister Ikari’s office, Kosuke Nagisa speaking. How may I………Please repeat that? Just a moment,” Kosuke said. Prime Minister Ikari looked at him in wonder.  “Sir? You are going to want to take this call,” Kosuke said handing him the phone.
“Prime Minister Ikari. Who…..?” Sankichi said.
“Prime Minister we are in terrible danger. Our radar just picked up five missiles entering our airspace. The interceptor missiles failed, but we don’t know why,” a woman’s voice reported.
“Are you positive? Who did this thing?” Sankichi asked.
“Our intelligence shows that we are being attacked by France and Turkey. Why would they do that sir? I thought that they were our allies. What have we done to deserve this?” she asked.
“Thank you my dear. Go now and collect yourself. Do your job to the best of your ability,” Prime Minister Ikari ordered.
He then picked up another phone—this one was in direct contact with his military. “General, do what you can to protect this country. But first I wish that you retaliate by returning missile fire at France and Turkey. Yes, you heard me right. No, just do it,” Prime Minister Ikari ordered. Within minutes more real missiles were in the world’s airspace headed to various targets.


The man walked through the streets of San Francisco, California. He looked around at how the people were behaving and reacting to the world’s current chaos. He shook his head sadly as he knew that things were about to get much worse and many would still not care.
Now prophesy all these words against them and say to them: “The Lord will roar from on high; he will thunder from his holy dwelling and roar mightily against his land. He will shout like those who tread the grapes, shout against all who live on the earth. The tumult will resound to the ends of the earth, for the Lord will bring charges against the nations; he will bring judgment on all mankind and put the wicked to the sword,”” the man said boldly to any who would listen. No one seemed to care.
A lowly man dressed in rags walked up to the steps of the UN building. The building was host to the new United World Religion (UWR). He did not know if anyone would pay him any mind, but he had a message for the people—anyone who would listen. He stood proudly on the top most step and unfolded his sign for all to read.


Repent for the hour is at hand. Jesus came that you may have life and have it more abundantly. Jesus is the doorway to the Kingdom of Heaven. Without Him, there is no hope. Seek ye first the Kingdom of God! For God so loved the world that He sent His only Begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him shall have everlasting life. God loves each and every one of us. He does not want any to succumb  to the evil one. He wants us to not only have life but to be happy. He wants only the best for us. God loves each and every one of us.

Although he was unable to speak because he was mute, he still had a voice. He prayed that someone would listen. Unfortunately people only glanced at him or they avoided him altogether. Do they not care? He sadly shook his head. He saw a man walking around the building; he wondered who he was.
The man walked around outside of the UN building. He looked up at the building of evil and spoke with a loud voice, “Now the spirit expressly says that in latter times some will depart from the faith by devoting themselves to deceitful spirits and teachings of demons, through the insincerity of liars, whose consciousness are seared, who forbid marriage and require abstinence from foods that God created to be received with thanksgiving by those who believe and know the truth.”
The lowly man smiled as he listened to the man speak. His message was empowering. He watched as the man walked down the stairs and disappeared. Where did he go? He noticed a police cruiser coming up the street and folded up his sign and left. He would go to another spot to give his voice.


Nicolaitanes Balac turned the television off and sat back in his chair thoughtfully; he had just finished watching the breaking news report with Rosalind. He was very pleased as everything was going according to his plans. The next couple of phases would be the most important. If all went according to his plans he would soon be in control of the entire world. He smiled at this. If only they knew what this was really all about, what I am really after. He laughed maniacally.
Rosalind Carey laid her hand on his shoulder. “You have done very well, Nicolaitanes. In due time you will come into your purpose here, I am proud of you,” Rosalind said smiling.
“Thank you Rosalind,” Nicolaitanes replied.
He was proud of himself. He was accomplishing everything that he set out to do. Yes this is definitely my time.
“They will turn to me for help and they will worship me and choose me over you. You will see, they do not want you. You love them but yet they still do not choose you. Why do you love these humans? ” he said looking to the heavens.
There was no answer but he did not really expect there to be. He would have been surprised if The Master had spoken to him. He smiled as he stared out at the world. The world was in the beginning of a war and he would be there waiting for just the right time and opportunity for what lay ahead.
The man stood staring up at Nicolaitanes boldly, for he knew who he truly was. He knew that he would trick the people and many would fall for it; this greatly saddened the man.
And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see.  And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.  And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see.  And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword.  And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine. And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see.  And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time,” he declared boldly and was gone.
All around the earth people were clinging to their television sets. Afraid that if they turned them on, they would hear about another missile strike taking out another complete civilization or worse one in their own back yard. Afraid that if they didn’t turn them on, they would surely miss something important. They did not know what to make of the latest news report. All of this talk about war lately—the world was falling apart. The people of the world were terrified by the events going on. No one knew who was attacking countries with the new missile warfare which made it difficult to even suspect or guess who would be next. How could they defend themselves against an unknown and extremely dangerous foe? How could anyone? It would be like trying to catch an invisible man—nearly impossible. What were they to do?
The man’s heart was extremely heavy now as he walked the earth. He knew what was about to come to the inhabitants of the earth and he was saddened by it but joyous at the same time. Saddened because he knew the hurt, sadness, turmoil and deaths of those who would never get a chance to live with the Father and the pain that it would cause to their families and friends. Joyous because at the end of all of this the Son would be returning to the people who persevered until the very end—what a happy reunion that was going to be.  Sadly he knew that the love of many would wax cold during these times. He walked slowly through various villages, towns and cities throughout the world and then he was gone.
The Iranian Alliance, a large terrorist group based out of Iran,  had sleeper cells inside of the United States. They infiltrated into the United States fifteen years ago, right after the bombings of September 11th. They never knew when they might have to use them when they sent them in. But now seemed like that very day. The Iranian government was thoroughly convinced that the United States—The Great Satan, was responsible for the war that the world was currently in and if something wasn’t done soon that they (the Americans) would invade and take over their country as they had tried to do with Afghanistan, Iraq, Sudan, Pakistan and Israel. They truly believed this with every fiber of their being. They believed that nothing good could possibly come out of the United States no matter what the Americans kept promising. It was time to take action. All across the United States, phones started to ring activating the cell.
In Dallas, Texas Malik Hassad looked at his cell phone. It was the first time that it had ever rung since his family had moved to the United States fifteen years ago.  His father had given the sacred cell phone to him three years ago on his deathbed. His father had died of pancreatic cancer, leaving behind his wife, Anahita and four sons Malik, Kahveh, Abdi and Ali. It had devastated his family. The phone was the only treasure that he had of his father’s. He was now the man of the house as he was the eldest son. Albeit he was only sixteen years old, he was very mature for his age. Kahveh was fourteen years old, Abdi was ten years old and little Ali was only seven years old. He knew that he would have to tell his mother that it was time—it was going to break her heart. Maybe he could somehow leave his younger siblings out of it, but he did not think so. He wondered why the sudden decision to enact the mission was. Why now after fifteen years? He watched as his brothers played basketball in the yard. How they loved this American game.
“What the heck, it can wait,” he said.
He got up and joined his brothers—playing basketball for the last time. The cell phone rang again and he listened to the message. He knew that he would be unable to leave his brothers out of this. He gathered his brothers together and told them about the wonderful adventure that they were going to go on this evening.

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