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Now the sun will rise as brightly
As though no misfortune had befallen in the night!
Misfortune came to me alone,
But the sun shines on everyone!
--translation of Nun will die Sonn’ so hell’ aufgehn, by Friedrich Rückert, used by Gustav Mahler in Kindertotenlieder (Songs on the Death of Children)
This is a classified record of a terrorist incident and the subsequent events. Defense and State department prosecutors will punish all unauthorized personnel viewing these documents to the fullest extent of the law on charges of high treason.
Day 1
Location: French ICBM site, near Istres, Vaucluse region, exact locale classified
Time: 0145 GMT, 29 November 2001
The night was cold and dark as pitch. The commandant of the Second Missile Squadron had long since left his post and gone to the domain of Morpheus, leaving his deputy in charge. When Lieutenant Prudhomme received a message that a technical crew had arrived at the front gate, he had no reservations letting them in, as the missile guidance systems were due for an update in the first place. The clearance codes they entered at the silo elevators were a little outdated, but the security personnel just wrote it off as the team not having been notified of the latest security codes. I mean, who in their right mind would try to infiltrate a missile base?
The fact that the software update was affected in the dead of night was a little strange, but still it rated only a 3.6 on the weird meter. The team seemed to know what they were doing, unbolting the computer access panel with all the speed and precision of a racing pit crew. When they asked the guard to wait outside, he thought nothing of the pittance, and freely waited in the hallway just outside the door. He had no interest in the inner working of the nineteen meter
As he stood with his back to the door, whistling Le Marseilles, the light inner door to the hall way opened silently. Before the guard what was what, a dagger pushed between his ribs, transecting his aorta and subclavian artery and perforating his left lung. As this happened, a screwdriver was jammed into the base of his medulla oblongata, disrupting all autonomic brain functions. He was dead before he hit the floor.
Half of the group of sixteen ‘technicians’ moved to the control room, under the pretense that the upgrade to the new system would be much more efficient if the group of now eight techies could have free reign of the fire control room. The guards knew that what the techs asked went against every regulation in the book, but frankly, they weren’t paid enough to watch over the nerd herd like a bunch of paranoid nitwits. After twenty minutes though, the guards decided that more than enough time had passed to simply install a patch on a computer program, and they tried the door. To their infinite mortification, the damn thing would not budge a centimeter; they tried to force the entry open, put the material used to make the gateway was four inches of steel reinforced concrete. Prying it off its hinges would be difficult and dangerous for rather obvious reasons.
No matter how much force they applied to the door, it simply would not move, much like a petulant Great Dane. Even when they knocked the hinges out the door stayed in place, contrary to the very design and physics of the gateway. When the titanium pins in the hinges were removed, the obstacle to entry should have fallen forward, crushing anything in the path of the door, and yet, the concrete gate remained immobile. After ten minutes of attempting to get the door open, the heavy access point suddenly fell to the floor, crushing one of the men attempting to open it into a gummy protein paste.
After the remaining men recovered from the shock of one of their compatriots being literally squashed like a bug, they rushed into the control room, only to find it empty. When they looked at the surveillance monitors, they found neither hide nor hair of the technical crew in any of the missile silos, nor in any other part of the base. Almost ninety-eight percent of the controls and human interface devices such as keyboards were smashed beyond repair, but the monitors and safety systems, strangely, were left intact. The immediately noticed that the lights signifying the condition of the missiles was set to armed, and the outer and inner launch prevention doors to all eight silos were open.
Only a few seconds after they entered, warning klaxons began blaring, and a yellow warning light began flashing in a three-second cycle. On the monitors, the missile controllers could see the automated silo lockdown sequence that preceded a ‘hot’ launch, and all access to the missiles by any personnel was cut off to prevent unnecessary casualties. With a single great roar, the very earth trembled as if some unholy demon had been unleashed, and most of the CCTV cameras in launch silos melted from the intense heat. The missiles rose slowly at first, inching their way towards the sky, and they gradually accelerated to over two thousand miles an hour before their fiery trails winked out of sight in the dark night sky.
Before the soldiers could recover from the horrifying sight of armed nuclear weapons launching themselves from their silos, rifles fitted with military grade silencers cut them down. High-powered assault rifles and carbines peppered the men’s bodies with bullets of calibers ranging from .22 to .50, dispensing their lives in short order. The sixteen commandos that had entered the base left quickly in their stolen vehicles, vanishing into the night like wraiths, leaving nothing but dozens of dead soldiers, footprints and eight empty silos in their wake.
CDC Headquarters, Atlanta, Georgia
Same time ( PM EST, 28 Nov.)
Six power substation all around the state of Georgia had suddenly and mysteriously gone offline, all within seven hours of the first. Normally, this would have been attributed to the ever-increasing demands on the remaining power substations, but when six are virtually destroyed in such a short time frame, it is seen as domestic terrorism. In response to an incident of domestic terrorism, all high-security facilities and complexes with potentially dangerous contents are reinforced with on hand Special Forces. The Atlanta PD were out dealing with effects of a blackout, namely looting and general anarchy, so a platoon of Navy SEALs was flown in from Little Creek in Virginia to guard the CDC headquarters.
The deep-freeze biocontainment facilities in the third subbasement of Building 7B should have normally been impenetrable. Unfortunately, the security systems had been in the process of being reset after they had lost power earlier in the day, but what most did not know was that the systems had been made beyond useless. Even the time locks on the bio-vault doors were non-functional, meaning anyone with enough willpower, not to mention firepower, could force their way into a room with species killer viruses. The freezer was slowly warming, but blocks of dry ice were being brought in every eight hours to prevent bacterial growth, which might cause transcriptase mutations in the RNA.
Even with the night vision devices provided by the navy, seeing anything in the cramped and pitch-black corridors was near impossible, and forget about making a defensible position. The corridors were barely wide enough for three people to walk through at any one time, and the batteries in the emergency lights had since run out, leaving little light to help illuminate the situation. With every interminably boring minute that passed, the SEALs became ever more lax and relaxed. This showed only in the details, little actions, such as leaning against the wall with their rifles slung over the shoulder instead of standing with backs ramrod straight and rifles at port arms.
Thusly, when seven figures clad in black rounded the corner with T91 assault rifles clasped in their arms, they figuratively had their pants around their ankles. The strange thing was the seven figures never fired their rifles. They shouted, they screamed, and they caused fantastic bursts of light, but never once did they fire their rifles. Within three minutes, the entire eight-person SEAL team was dead, and all without a single abrasion, laceration or perforation caused by hostile actions.
Five hours and twenty-two minutes later, the guard changed, and the new guard shift immediately discovered that there had been a major security breach during the night. The heavy door to the steel vault was slightly open, and the Li-ion battery operated temperature gauge showed a large spike and a long, slowly rising period, proving that the freezer had been opened during the night. The contents of the freezer looked as if no human hand had ever disturbed them, but it was obvious what was missing, for under specific headings in the log, there were no samples to find.
It would take time to correlate the missing Petri dishes and vials with the specific entries in the logbook, but within a week, the specific strains taken would be named. Under the heading of Filoviridae, missing were strains of Zaire Ebola virus Mayinga, the deadliest form of Ebola, and Lake Victoria Marburg virus, a relative of Ebola. Under the heading of Variola (Smallpox), samples of eight weaponized and three natural strains of smallpox and several hybrids were gone from the freezers. Under the headings for Influenza, a strain of the 1919 Spanish flu H1N1, H1N2, H3N8, and a mutation of the base form of Avian influenza labeled H5N1 v. A2, which appeared to be a human-to-human transmittable.
Just as at the missile site, the intruders left without a single trace; not a single fiber, not a single blood drop was left to identify the attackers.
Hogwarts Castle, somewhere in northern Scotland
Same time
In one of the tower rooms, a boy saw all these events and awoke screaming for the horrors that would be sure to follow these events. He could see the atrocities that would commited in this Third World War that would soon erupt and he wept for the wounds that humanity would soon suffer. This boy's name is Harry Potter; he is to be the ultimate savior of humanity and the world's leader after this episode. This is where our story truly begins.
Now the sun will rise as brightly
As though no misfortune had befallen in the night!
Misfortune came to me alone,
But the sun shines on everyone!
--translation of Nun will die Sonn’ so hell’ aufgehn, by Friedrich Rückert, used by Gustav Mahler in Kindertotenlieder (Songs on the Death of Children)
This is a classified record of a terrorist incident and the subsequent events. Defense and State department prosecutors will punish all unauthorized personnel viewing these documents to the fullest extent of the law on charges of high treason.
Day 1
Location: French ICBM site, near Istres, Vaucluse region, exact locale classified
Time: 0145 GMT, 29 November 2001
The night was cold and dark as pitch. The commandant of the Second Missile Squadron had long since left his post and gone to the domain of Morpheus, leaving his deputy in charge. When Lieutenant Prudhomme received a message that a technical crew had arrived at the front gate, he had no reservations letting them in, as the missile guidance systems were due for an update in the first place. The clearance codes they entered at the silo elevators were a little outdated, but the security personnel just wrote it off as the team not having been notified of the latest security codes. I mean, who in their right mind would try to infiltrate a missile base?
The fact that the software update was affected in the dead of night was a little strange, but still it rated only a 3.6 on the weird meter. The team seemed to know what they were doing, unbolting the computer access panel with all the speed and precision of a racing pit crew. When they asked the guard to wait outside, he thought nothing of the pittance, and freely waited in the hallway just outside the door. He had no interest in the inner working of the nineteen meter
As he stood with his back to the door, whistling Le Marseilles, the light inner door to the hall way opened silently. Before the guard what was what, a dagger pushed between his ribs, transecting his aorta and subclavian artery and perforating his left lung. As this happened, a screwdriver was jammed into the base of his medulla oblongata, disrupting all autonomic brain functions. He was dead before he hit the floor.
Half of the group of sixteen ‘technicians’ moved to the control room, under the pretense that the upgrade to the new system would be much more efficient if the group of now eight techies could have free reign of the fire control room. The guards knew that what the techs asked went against every regulation in the book, but frankly, they weren’t paid enough to watch over the nerd herd like a bunch of paranoid nitwits. After twenty minutes though, the guards decided that more than enough time had passed to simply install a patch on a computer program, and they tried the door. To their infinite mortification, the damn thing would not budge a centimeter; they tried to force the entry open, put the material used to make the gateway was four inches of steel reinforced concrete. Prying it off its hinges would be difficult and dangerous for rather obvious reasons.
No matter how much force they applied to the door, it simply would not move, much like a petulant Great Dane. Even when they knocked the hinges out the door stayed in place, contrary to the very design and physics of the gateway. When the titanium pins in the hinges were removed, the obstacle to entry should have fallen forward, crushing anything in the path of the door, and yet, the concrete gate remained immobile. After ten minutes of attempting to get the door open, the heavy access point suddenly fell to the floor, crushing one of the men attempting to open it into a gummy protein paste.
After the remaining men recovered from the shock of one of their compatriots being literally squashed like a bug, they rushed into the control room, only to find it empty. When they looked at the surveillance monitors, they found neither hide nor hair of the technical crew in any of the missile silos, nor in any other part of the base. Almost ninety-eight percent of the controls and human interface devices such as keyboards were smashed beyond repair, but the monitors and safety systems, strangely, were left intact. The immediately noticed that the lights signifying the condition of the missiles was set to armed, and the outer and inner launch prevention doors to all eight silos were open.
Only a few seconds after they entered, warning klaxons began blaring, and a yellow warning light began flashing in a three-second cycle. On the monitors, the missile controllers could see the automated silo lockdown sequence that preceded a ‘hot’ launch, and all access to the missiles by any personnel was cut off to prevent unnecessary casualties. With a single great roar, the very earth trembled as if some unholy demon had been unleashed, and most of the CCTV cameras in launch silos melted from the intense heat. The missiles rose slowly at first, inching their way towards the sky, and they gradually accelerated to over two thousand miles an hour before their fiery trails winked out of sight in the dark night sky.
Before the soldiers could recover from the horrifying sight of armed nuclear weapons launching themselves from their silos, rifles fitted with military grade silencers cut them down. High-powered assault rifles and carbines peppered the men’s bodies with bullets of calibers ranging from .22 to .50, dispensing their lives in short order. The sixteen commandos that had entered the base left quickly in their stolen vehicles, vanishing into the night like wraiths, leaving nothing but dozens of dead soldiers, footprints and eight empty silos in their wake.
CDC Headquarters, Atlanta, Georgia
Same time ( PM EST, 28 Nov.)
Six power substation all around the state of Georgia had suddenly and mysteriously gone offline, all within seven hours of the first. Normally, this would have been attributed to the ever-increasing demands on the remaining power substations, but when six are virtually destroyed in such a short time frame, it is seen as domestic terrorism. In response to an incident of domestic terrorism, all high-security facilities and complexes with potentially dangerous contents are reinforced with on hand Special Forces. The Atlanta PD were out dealing with effects of a blackout, namely looting and general anarchy, so a platoon of Navy SEALs was flown in from Little Creek in Virginia to guard the CDC headquarters.
The deep-freeze biocontainment facilities in the third subbasement of Building 7B should have normally been impenetrable. Unfortunately, the security systems had been in the process of being reset after they had lost power earlier in the day, but what most did not know was that the systems had been made beyond useless. Even the time locks on the bio-vault doors were non-functional, meaning anyone with enough willpower, not to mention firepower, could force their way into a room with species killer viruses. The freezer was slowly warming, but blocks of dry ice were being brought in every eight hours to prevent bacterial growth, which might cause transcriptase mutations in the RNA.
Even with the night vision devices provided by the navy, seeing anything in the cramped and pitch-black corridors was near impossible, and forget about making a defensible position. The corridors were barely wide enough for three people to walk through at any one time, and the batteries in the emergency lights had since run out, leaving little light to help illuminate the situation. With every interminably boring minute that passed, the SEALs became ever more lax and relaxed. This showed only in the details, little actions, such as leaning against the wall with their rifles slung over the shoulder instead of standing with backs ramrod straight and rifles at port arms.
Thusly, when seven figures clad in black rounded the corner with T91 assault rifles clasped in their arms, they figuratively had their pants around their ankles. The strange thing was the seven figures never fired their rifles. They shouted, they screamed, and they caused fantastic bursts of light, but never once did they fire their rifles. Within three minutes, the entire eight-person SEAL team was dead, and all without a single abrasion, laceration or perforation caused by hostile actions.
Five hours and twenty-two minutes later, the guard changed, and the new guard shift immediately discovered that there had been a major security breach during the night. The heavy door to the steel vault was slightly open, and the Li-ion battery operated temperature gauge showed a large spike and a long, slowly rising period, proving that the freezer had been opened during the night. The contents of the freezer looked as if no human hand had ever disturbed them, but it was obvious what was missing, for under specific headings in the log, there were no samples to find.
It would take time to correlate the missing Petri dishes and vials with the specific entries in the logbook, but within a week, the specific strains taken would be named. Under the heading of Filoviridae, missing were strains of Zaire Ebola virus Mayinga, the deadliest form of Ebola, and Lake Victoria Marburg virus, a relative of Ebola. Under the heading of Variola (Smallpox), samples of eight weaponized and three natural strains of smallpox and several hybrids were gone from the freezers. Under the headings for Influenza, a strain of the 1919 Spanish flu H1N1, H1N2, H3N8, and a mutation of the base form of Avian influenza labeled H5N1 v. A2, which appeared to be a human-to-human transmittable.
Just as at the missile site, the intruders left without a single trace; not a single fiber, not a single blood drop was left to identify the attackers.
Hogwarts Castle, somewhere in northern Scotland
Same time
In one of the tower rooms, a boy saw all these events and awoke screaming for the horrors that would be sure to follow these events. He could see the atrocities that would commited in this Third World War that would soon erupt and he wept for the wounds that humanity would soon suffer. This boy's name is Harry Potter; he is to be the ultimate savior of humanity and the world's leader after this episode. This is where our story truly begins.
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