07.13.05 - 2:11 am

the screen flashes. the images struggle to find clarity amidst the distortions and signal failure. the audio comes through in pieces.

".....its time the world fear not those who cause the fear. its time the world relish in those who are not afraid.....it is the end of days for those who spread terror....these are the last days of terrorism. these are the last days of fear. these are your end of days...."

the signal cuts out. the images never materialized for more than a few short glimpses. two silhouettes. one tall, one short. they stood against a featureless background. they had weapons. they had determination. they had conviction. they were american.

following the initial broadcast, around the world, thousands stood stunned at the news:

al qaeda militants killed in the largest global assault ever attempted. network permanently disrupted.

in over 20 countries, thousands of attacks singling out al qaeda militants and terrorist cells suddenly, and without warning destroyed in assassinations, explosions and gunfire. the white house claims no knowledge of those behind the attacks. no other country steps forward with responsibility. before any government agency can begin an investigation, more attacks rock the civilized world:

genocide in africa suddenly extinguished in strategic attacks aimed at not only political figures but also commonfolk involved in past atrocities.

seemingly innocent people assassinated. large numbers of them. from all seats of the political heirarchies. their bodies wouldnt be found in their homes, comfortably sleeping in beds. instead, their bodies would be found in the middle of streets. machetes sticking straight out of their faces. a signal. a message. a fuck you card from all those needlessly killed in the rwanda genocides of the 1990s.

the al qaeda bombings would be just a taste. militants from syria, iraq, pakistan, lebanon....none will be able to escape the terror that will find them. videos will be released by the hundreds. each militant seperately executed with grizzly precision. hours of footage of torture. screams. acids. fires. lacerations. surgical precision on a level not seen since nazi germanys experiments on the jewish communities. except those suffering from fear of death would not be european. they would not be middle eastern. they would be descendants of terrorism. and they will die by terrorism. pain and anguish. seemingly endless. isolated featureless rooms. silent from the outside. hours of time to work with.

terrorism will end. not with war. not with bombs. but with its own weapon.

fighting terror with terror.

we can get inside any organization. we can locate the most secret of members. we can find the most isolated of factories. we will stop the breeding of fear. we will end the destructive force of irrationality. we will claim blood as our trophies.

and no blood spilled will be innocent.

if we had ten men dedicated to a cause. ten men like charlie...whos idea of R&R was a bowl of cold rice and some rat meat...we have the war on terror won. every extremist assassinated. no remorse. no guilt. only freedom. only happiness.

if we moved without laws. moved without sound. moved without warning. we would claim victims and declare them to the world. letting images of our folly instill fear in those with ideas ridiculous and absurd.

who are you? how are you different?

i am different because i kill to protect. they kill to declare. we are nothing alike.