After the Pandemic: Genesis, The Beginning (1226 hits)
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Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (View user info) at 2005-03-09 14:47:31 EST
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CLASSIFIED
In the Name of God, the Merciful, the Compassionate
The Venerable Chief and Leader, the Honorable Saddam Hussein (May God Protect Him), President of the Republic and Head of the Honorable Revolutionary Command Council:
18 March, 1988
Cousin:
I am saddened to inform you that our mind control experiment portion of The Anfal to subdue the Kurdish infidels has experienced a setback.
As you know, we have released twenty strategically placed cluster bombs into the Kurdish city of Halabja, as per your orders. The results are disastrous: rather than bringing the population under our control, we have killed over 5,000 civilians. Even more horrific, there are reports of walking wounded preying on the flesh of the survivors. We have dispatched a brigade of infantry to put down these walking wounded and restore order.
We cannot understand where the experiment went awry. In the laboratory, the test subjects were mindless and followed every order that was given to them without question. My scientists are speculating that we may have introduced a dosage so high that it is lethal.
At this time we are denying any knowledge of the incident to the population or media.
We will continue with our research, and keep you informed of any findings or progress on our behalf. I will not let this setback deter our research, as I have the nickname of Chemical Ali to live up to.
Yours truly,
Ali Hassan Al-Majid
Governor,
Provinces of Sulaymaniyah and Arbil
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CLASSIFIED
In the Name of God, the Merciful, the Compassionate
Republic of Iraq
Bureau of the Presidency
Reference No.: Sh Ayn/F/4/14865
Date: 20 March, 1988
Ali Hassan Al-Majid
Suleimaniyah Governorate
Suleimaniyah, As Suleimaniyah Province
Ali,
Cease all experimentation and transport all chemicals on hand to the Al Falluja underground storage site at once. It is felt that any further setbacks such as this would give the Kurdish people the sympathy of the world.
All further research must be halted immediately. We are requesting your presence at the presidential palace in two days to give a full report.
-S-
President of the Republic and Head of the Honorable Revolutionary Command Council
--October 5, 2005 Falluja, Iraq--
Hamad Al-Fulani knew that his resistance against the American crusaders was just a matter of time. They would eventually capture or kill him and his men. They were running out of ammunition and had to fight conservatively since the Yankees sealed off the black market supply lines coming from Syria.
Hamad's headquarters was in the basement of a liquor store on a side street in the downtown area. The Americans would never believe that a strict Muslim would associate himself with the devil in a bottle. This gave him a perfect place to establish his base of operations.
The shopkeeper, a middle-aged woman in a traditional black veil named Nura, would act as a lookout for the men downstairs and would press an alarm button under the sales counter when a threat was perceived. She seldom interacted with the men downstairs, and did not ask questions because they paid her very well and protected her store from those who would attack it because they opposed her selling her wares.
Hamad's forces have dwindled down to only sixteen men, all of them in their early twenties or younger. Of the sixteen men, there were only four that he trusted and saw as competent. The rest were just there as muscle. This skeleton crew was a far cry from the force of over 250 that he was third in command of just two years ago. Over time, most of his fighters were either killed, taken prisoner, or deserted from the Jihad to live in the city.
Hamad sat reading the newspaper behind an old desk when the door alarm buzzed three times. That was Nura's signal that there were friendly visitors coming downstairs. Three knocks sounded at the steel door to Hamad's office.
"Come in." Hamad shouted.
The heavy door swung inward and a young bearded man entered.
"Good morning, Hamad. I have exciting news." stated Khouri, Hamad's second-in-charge.
"I have learned that some scrap metal scavengers have found one of the Hussein regime's storage facilities four kilometers northwest of town." Khouri related.
Hamad closed his newspaper and looked at Khouri with interest.
"Has anybody investigated its contents?" Hamad asked. "Also, do we know if the Americans or any of their puppets are aware of this find?"
"To the best of my knowledge, Hamad, the facility is behind thick steel. Nobody has opened it yet. I do not believe that the Americans are aware of it at this time." Khouri said.
Hamad sat silently, smiling.
"There is a very good possibility that the facility's contents would be useful to our cause. We go tonight. Prepare a truck. Load it with acetylene torches, bolt cutters, as much TNT as we can get together, and heavy duty saws. We will depart here at sundown." Hamad ordered.
"I will also need a runner." Hamad said. "It's been three months since the world media has heard from Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. He has ordered us to send one of his pre-made videotapes to Al-Jazeera every three months on the event of his death. We still have twenty-one more tapes to release."
"Yes, Hamad. Allah be praised." Khouri responded enthusiastically as he turned and exited.
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That evening, three pickup trucks left Falluja in a northwestern direction. Khouri and a guide rode in the first truck. Taleb, an eighteen year old orphan with the beginnings of a scraggly beard was driving the second truck with Hamad riding shotgun. Bashir and Ibrahim followed in the third vehicle loaded with TNT.
Twenty minutes later, the convoy arrived at the storage facility after a rapid cross-country trek.
Hamad pointed to a nearby dune, and Bashir headed to the top of it to act as a sentry. Taleb was sent to a depression on the opposite side of the underground facility's entrance for lookout duty.
Khouri and Ibrahim wheeled an acetylene torch setup to the door of the facility and set to work cutting the thick hinges.
Hamad noted that there must be over 1,000 sticks of TNT in the third truck as he approached the guide, who was sitting on the tailgate of the first truck.
"You've done Allah a great service by leading us here." Hamad told the guide as he reached into his belt for a roll of bills. Hamad peeled off five American $100 bills and handed them to him.
"I thought the deal was $1,000?" questioned the guide.
"You will get the rest when we see what is inside the bunker." Hamad assured him.
The first hinge gave way with a loud bang. Khouri put both hands on the door and pushed his weight into it, so that the door doesn't fall on top of him and Ibrahim. Ibrahim began to cut through the second steel hinge.
Three minutes later, the second hinge gave way with a groan. Khouri pushed the door inward into the storage bunker, and unbolted the other side of the double door.
Hamad approached the entrance with two flashlights, handing one to Khouri. They both went into the tunnel behind the doors. The tunnel was about five hundred feet long and went down approximately fifty feet.
At the end of the tunnel was a storage room containing seventeen black drums. Each black fifty-five gallon drum was sealed with a metal band and had blatant skull and crossbones on it. Under the symbol was written in Arabic:
BLOODBOURNE CHEMICAL AGENTS
HANDLE WITH EXTREME CAUTION
Hamad and Khouri smiled at each other, knowing that they have found the Jihadist's Holy Grail: chemical weapons. They both sprinted back to the surface for the trucks.
When they got topside, the distant sound of helicopters could be heard. Hamad knew that they would have to get inside the bunker to elude them because they have infrared and night vision capabilities.
Khouri hopped into the third truck with the TNT, started it, and threw it into reverse as a rain of bullets fell from the sky on them.
The stream of bullets systematically chased each man and cut him down in his tracks. As Khouri made it into the tunnel in reverse, a barrage of hot metal cut across the hood of the truck and over the cab, hitting him in the shoulder. Khouri's truck drifted down the tunnel, scraping the wall until it hit the bottom.
Khouri knew he had little time left until American ground troops found him. They will surely be here soon to investigate.
Khouri slid himself across the seat of the truck and opened the passenger's side door. A trail of blood followed him across the seat from his grizzly wounded shoulder. He stood up to find himself lightheaded from blood loss. He stumbled to the back of the truck in the darkness and found a crate that held twenty five sticks of TNT. It seemed like an eternity for him to get the crate opened with one arm in his weakened state.
After opening the crate, Khouri grabbed one of the 1.25 pound sticks, and began priming it with 10 seconds of timed fuse and a blasting cap from the glovebox of the truck.
Khouri hid himself behind the truck with the primed stick of TNT between his knees and the igniter for the acetylene torch in his good hand.
He began to pray to Allah for strength and courage.
Ten minutes into his prayers, he heard the high-pitched harmony of numerous diesel engines outside the tunnel.
He heard voices speaking in a strange language, and kept praying. The voices fell silent for a while. Then he saw light coming down the tunnel.
As the light shone onto the disabled truck, Khouri began to furiously squeeze the igniter with the fuse to the TNT in the spark area.
After twenty squeezes of the igniter the fuse caught. Khouri flipped the lit stick of TNT into the box of the truck where it would set a half ton of TNT off in a chain reaction.
"WE FOUND ONE!" the American with a light attached to the barrel of a shotgun yelled into a radio microphone on his shoulder.
Khouri's last moment was punctuated with a loud boom. He couldn't be happier; he was on his way to seventy-two virgins.
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Over three and a half tons of nerve agent was released into the atmosphere in the blast, more than three times the amount used in Halabja back in 1988. The winds carried the odorless, yellowish cloud eastward toward the city of Fallujah.
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Staff Sergeant Peter Turner was knocked back into his M-113 Armored Personnel Carrier during the blast from his position in the commander's hatch.
"JESUS CHRIST!" he yelled, as he picked himself up. Stone, clay, sand, and chunks of reinforced concrete began raining down on them from the blast. The sound of the stones hitting the roof of the thick aluminum armor on the APC sounded like bullets hitting it, but not as rhythmically.
As he stood back up in his hatch, he noticed what seemed to be dust at first coming from the crater where the explosion came from in the APC's headlights.
"Aww, fuck." He mumbled, as his eyes widened in realization.
Without taking a breath, he yelled, "GAS! GAS! GAS!" and began to put his gasmask on.
He ducked down into the personnel carrier to put his chemical suit on, and noticed one of his men was knocked unconscious during the blast. Four others were trying to revive him.
"Get me his mask! Get yours on!" Turner yelled to them. The unconscious man's mask was tossed to Turner. He immediately opened the mask's case and pulled the elastic webbing over the man's head.
"GET INTO MOPP 4! NOW!" Turner yelled to the men who all had their masks on within 20 seconds.
"We lost two men in that blast. There is nothing here left to see except a crater." Said the voice in the earphones in Turner's helmet.
"Return to base for decontamination. We'll send the professionals in to examine the site tomorrow morning." Another voice answered back.
Turner leaned forward and knocked on his driver's helmet. The driver turned around to look at him in his gasmask.
"Take us home" Turner said through his mask into the microphone attached to his helmet.
Turner and his men spent the rest of the night wiping themselves, their APC, and their equipment down with many different chemicals that were supposed to decontaminate them. They got back into their beds that morning around 0800.
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Turner and his squad slept until noon.
They woke in time to get lunch in the mess hall. Turner lit up a Marlboro Light while waiting in the line for service that snaked around the dining hall. The man behind him in line started running back to the barracks where they slept. The man only got halfway, collapsed to his knees, and began to violently vomit.
By sundown, most of the soldiers in Pete's unit were all showing the same symptoms. Peter went to bed that night wondering what was going on. The sickness would hopefully pass in a day or two. He thought to himself that he felt fine, as he lit the last cigarette before bed.
After finishing his smoke, Pete went into his room, took his brown t-shirt off, and threw it into a laundry bag in his locker. He then hung his dogtags on the metal post on the corner of his bed. He didn't take notice to the line on his dogtag that would eventually save his life, a line that he looked at daily:
B POSITIVE.
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It all started here:
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61238
User Reviews
Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-05-12 17:46:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I have just got done reading these all and I have enjoyed them all. Great work everyone, +2's for all!
Submitted by Arab (user info) at 2005-03-17 07:49:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Only problem I had was that I don't think they make cars that idle slow enough
to take 20 minutes to cover 4 kilometeres (which is only about 2.5 miles).
Very good though!
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-03-14 21:39:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome
Submitted by Wazza (user info) at 2005-03-14 14:14:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
fantastic read.
Submitted by whataefag (user info) at 2005-03-14 13:59:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
wow, that took some time.
Submitted by Dannie (user info) at 2005-03-14 12:03:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
One of the best in the series.
Submitted by Wazza (user info) at 2005-03-12 17:21:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Great stuff Bob.
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-03-12 11:59:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Here is my contribution - http://www.ubersite.com/m/61730
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-03-11 12:44:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was one of the best yet
Submitted by brokenlizard534 (user info) at 2005-03-10 15:28:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-03-10 11:10:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-10 07:52:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Avals (user info) at 2005-03-10 04:49:56 (#)
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"I will not let this setback deter our research, as I have the nickname of Chemical Ali to live up to."
Bwahahahahahaha!
Sorry, but that cracked me up. 'Chemical Ali' indeed.
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I threw that in there to kind of state the obvious. If I would have said his arabic name, nobody would have known who the hell he is.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-03-09 21:04:46 (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, great post, lots of awesome details, great research. Long as hell, but if you look at my stuff you'll see I'm not one to talk.
One thing: "from his grizzly wounded shoulder" means he got wounded by a bear. You mean, 'grisly'. It made me laugh when I wasn't supposed to.
So does this post imply that the virus started in Iraq, and that anyone with B+ is immune?
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You're right about the bear. Maybe he should have been wearing his bear-fighting suit.
I am implying that it started in Iraq, but at the end I threw some Americans into the mix to allow the disease to spread.
With the mention of blood-typing at the end, I am angling that you blood type determines the person's fate. One of Jack McCallum's posts notes three different variations of "zombies" plus the humans that didn't mutate. Four different mutations, four different blood types, coincidence?
Submitted by Avals (user info) at 2005-03-10 04:49:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"I will not let this setback deter our research, as I have the nickname of Chemical Ali to live up to."
Bwahahahahahaha!
Sorry, but that cracked me up. 'Chemical Ali' indeed.
Submitted by foster (user info) at 2005-03-09 21:57:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-03-09 21:04:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, great post, lots of awesome details, great research. Long as hell, but if you look at my stuff you'll see I'm not one to talk.
One thing: "from his grizzly wounded shoulder" means he got wounded by a bear. You mean, 'grisly'. It made me laugh when I wasn't supposed to.
So does this post imply that the virus started in Iraq, and that anyone with B+ is immune?
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-03-09 20:51:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This +2 is for a good story.
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-03-09 20:21:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
not long enough, I say... these are badass....
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-03-09 18:59:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good shit, Bob.
Give us some more.
Submitted by Genko (user info) at 2005-03-09 17:51:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I knew those damn dirty Arabs were behind it all.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-03-09 17:24:00 EST (#)
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Yes!
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-03-09 17:17:47 EST (#)
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damnit bob. i wanted to write a post about the beginning.
Submitted by shibby (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:42:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
enough with the fuckin "after the pandemic" already!
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:36:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
too short.
this series rocks.
Submitted by Id (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:36:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
As the writer of some of the longest stuff on Uber, I assure you that this isn't all that long
Submitted by stevie_says (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:32:53 EST (#)
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Awesomeness.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:29:11 EST (#)
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Don't worry dude it isn't too long.
Submitted by wanderingsharps (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:28:09 EST (#)
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thanks buddy,
I really enjoy not sleeping at night thinking about shit like this.
well written.
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:09:49 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:05:53 EST (#)
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He couldn't be happier; he was on his way to seventy-two virgins.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:05:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:01:12 (#)
Ranking: 2
do your really take the tags off to sleep?
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Some do. Some don't. They rattle, and pull your chest hairs out. It's a matter of personal preference.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:04:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF? I'm not reading all that!"!!
Seriously Bob, this is one of the best of these that I have read.
Series perhaps?
-Dave
Submitted by Rocktsrgn (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:01:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Great addition.
I love this idea. And Jack. And Bob.
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2005-03-09 16:01:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
do your really take the tags off to sleep?
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:51:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i'd jus tlike to say thanks bob, for posting this...
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:50:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:17:42 (#)
Ranking: 2
What the? I hate MOPP gear. Stupid charcoal.
I've seen a guy piss himself in full MOPP. It made him a charcoal-y mess. If you fart in a MOPP suit, the only way for it to get out is at your neck - it could stay in there for a good long time.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:44:10 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I shouldn't give myself +2's.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:43:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'll try tomorrow to get a little more out.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:34:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Will there be more of this?
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:28:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
this is great - and fuck those people who said it's too long, I WANT MORE!
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:28:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
It doesn't really change anything, due to the fact that Americans are exposed to it. I have more in my head to develop the story, but I spent a lot of time writing this, and it kind of burnt me out, so I left the ending hanging a little bit if anyone else wants to pick it up.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:24:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I read all of it and it is good. Doesn't this change the initial concept? I was under the understanding that the pandemic started in America. oh well, well written and interesting.
Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:17:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
What the? I hate MOPP gear. Stupid charcoal.
Submitted by nitty34 (user info) at 2005-03-09 15:16:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You're right, this was too damn long to read right now.
But you're a pretty cool bastard so here's a +2 from nitty.
(which is worth...nothing)
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-03-09 14:54:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'll definitely read this later bro.
Here's an intermediate +2
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-09 14:48:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Nobody is going to read all of this. It's too damn long.