Brash Blackberry #10
The MGM Grand Las Vegas has 5,690 guest rooms and an optimum casino area. In 20 minutes, the entire structure will fall to the ground and all of the infidels inside of it will perish.
I dial my wife for the last time. "Be safe my dear," I say to her voicemail while she sleeps. "I love you."
As my men move to the assigned locations throughout the sub-levels of the hotel and casino, I feel joyous to be strapped with explosives. We are finally doing our part to serve Allah righteously.
Americans will wake up this morning unsure of how to act, where to go, and who to trust. They will see another symbol of their prosperity destroyed, and we will be heaven.
It will be a good day.
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We had been planning for years. Jarryd and I conceived the operation more than two years ago, with the backing of several associates overseas. Finally, another chance to strike fear into the hearts of the Americans, who couldn’t care less about our holy war. But they will.
It wasn’t easy. After recruiting the best ex-military American Muslims we could, we feared there would be problems along the way. In war, there are always individuals who are weaker than they appear. Two of our men disobeyed their instructions. One told his wife exactly what we were doing and the other was arrested for getting in a street fight. They were executed quietly.
We picked Vegas as our attack city for several reasons. One, it is icon that represents the status, wealth, and excess of the United States. Two, it is a city of sinners who appropriate too much of their time for gambling, whoring and drinking alcohol. Three, the authorities keep a keen eye on New York, Los Angeles and the other prominent cities while Vegas is always considered less a priority.
Throughout the planning process, we stayed at the hotel many nights. And during our visits, we slowly found every weakness we could. Some employees were bribed, others were given the option to cooperate or have their families murdered. Our structural engineer estimated where our explosives would need to be placed while our explosives expert acquired the materials.
The night before, we scoped the place once more and discussed exactly what would happen. We set the time for 5 a.m., when the most people would be asleep in their rooms. We imagined how the mid-summer air would be filled with dust and the stench of dead bodies. Then we prayed.
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I called my backer’s global cell from the prison. All I got was an answering machine message that said, “You’re fired. You have failed in your mission, and should take your life before they torture information out of you. May Allah be with you.”
I dial my wife for the last time. "Be safe my dear," I say to her voicemail while she sleeps. "I love you."
As my men move to the assigned locations throughout the sub-levels of the hotel and casino, I feel joyous to be strapped with explosives. We are finally doing our part to serve Allah righteously.
Americans will wake up this morning unsure of how to act, where to go, and who to trust. They will see another symbol of their prosperity destroyed, and we will be heaven.
It will be a good day.
---
We had been planning for years. Jarryd and I conceived the operation more than two years ago, with the backing of several associates overseas. Finally, another chance to strike fear into the hearts of the Americans, who couldn’t care less about our holy war. But they will.
It wasn’t easy. After recruiting the best ex-military American Muslims we could, we feared there would be problems along the way. In war, there are always individuals who are weaker than they appear. Two of our men disobeyed their instructions. One told his wife exactly what we were doing and the other was arrested for getting in a street fight. They were executed quietly.
We picked Vegas as our attack city for several reasons. One, it is icon that represents the status, wealth, and excess of the United States. Two, it is a city of sinners who appropriate too much of their time for gambling, whoring and drinking alcohol. Three, the authorities keep a keen eye on New York, Los Angeles and the other prominent cities while Vegas is always considered less a priority.
Throughout the planning process, we stayed at the hotel many nights. And during our visits, we slowly found every weakness we could. Some employees were bribed, others were given the option to cooperate or have their families murdered. Our structural engineer estimated where our explosives would need to be placed while our explosives expert acquired the materials.
The night before, we scoped the place once more and discussed exactly what would happen. We set the time for 5 a.m., when the most people would be asleep in their rooms. We imagined how the mid-summer air would be filled with dust and the stench of dead bodies. Then we prayed.
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I called my backer’s global cell from the prison. All I got was an answering machine message that said, “You’re fired. You have failed in your mission, and should take your life before they torture information out of you. May Allah be with you.”
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Interesting approach to the this topic, very clever!
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