Global Attacks "My Politics teacher, he said to always fear this day, that if they secured what they wanted, the whole world would change forever, we should fear for our lives. I guess he was right, i fear the worst for my country, the 'Great' really has been taken off the front of it. If we wait much longer we could all be dead, and i don't expect to see another week of sunlight". GLOBAL ATTACKS Chapter 1 Iran's hope had never looked so positive in decades. As the blistering sun reflected off the hot desert floor, and the windows of the dusty cars, men of hundreds marched the streets, guns in their hands, but not aimed. Their berets reflected their faces from the sunlight as they heaved towards the outskirts of the small town, civilians watched in terror from their houses and shop doors, children crying and babies' screaming. The marching soldiers headed towards a large metal gate, surrounding an enormous foundry, as they walked through the large gates, which quickly closed after them, they headed towards what was a large hole in the ground, with steam gently pouring out of it, and a large lid like a kettle lifted up and hanging on one side almost touching the ground. The foundry had large buildings dotted around it, and petrol tankers and military vehicles were slowly driving around the compound. As the soldiers gathered around the hole in the ground, a man walked towards them from the south, his hair was shaven, a long draped grey leather coat and scuffed jeans with tatty boots, he was carrying a handgun in one hand. His name, was Vorchevsky Ali, one of the most wanted men in the Middle East. "Gentlemen, so glad you could make it here, as you can see, we are almost ready to initiate test number two, the first one was successful, and landed somewhere in the Indian Ocean. By March 2018 we will have completed our programme and we will of deemed our country, to its greatness, again!" shouted Vorchevsky to the array of soldiers. The soldiers all lifted their guns in the air and started cheering to Vorchevsky.