FLOOD INSURANCE ORIGINAL STORY

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The screen flashes green, Activated. The Timer is set, the minutes tick away. Three & a half minutes to countdown. The Pilot flys it over the Bridge to touch down & plant a second device, amidship. It flys back, picks them up whisking them away, running for their Life into the wild blue yonder, each of them. The timer ticks away, thirteen seconds. Now it explodes w/ the force of twenty five thousand tons of TNT, w/ enough blast to ignite the oil, shooting flames of fire high in the Sky, sending the Tanker to the bottom of the Sea in a blazing ball of fire, much like Two America Place. The second chopper getting this on film but out of harms way shoots the mushroom cloud rising to the Heavens that invariably follows large explosions. With the meter running they linger over the now fully engulfed in flames oil carrier erupting like a Volcano, shooting long enough to watch the flames burning along the length of the Ship a hundred meters in the air. Filming the Tanker Carrier sinking the Leader shouts "Bombs away, lets go!" The Camera person filming from the departing Chopper pans up to ten thirty catches Enemy aircraft fast approaching ground zero yells "lets get the fuck outta here!" As 50 caliber bullets whiz through the skin @ arms reach. The Pilot putting distance between him & them shifts the modified Chopper into HyperDrive, it skims away. The Camera person raises an inquiry of his own as to what that is that we have here. The Leader yells over the whirring blades "HyperDrive, Nitrous Oxide Afterburner, faster than speed of sound. Get us the Hell outta here" in english. Faster than a bat outta hell they abscond for their Lives from the inquiries sure to follow. The speed of the Aircraft reaching its peak only miles shy of achieving HyperDrive @ a safe distance from them, the Pilot scans his instrament panel in a condensed version of preventive maintenance. There he notices on the Dashboard a red light flashing WARNING!
He pushes in a red button, on a screen reads, Notice HyperDrive Temperature.
Immediately he does, a yellow sliding scale w/ Cold Temperature Operating Temperature and Overheating written above it. The scale is reading in the red, overheating.

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Do Nothing Proceed Shutdown HyperDrive

The Leader commands him to do nothing, the Pilot jabs the close window button w/ a grunt. The sliding bar disappears from the screen. Repaired w/ two sliding scales in rows. One indicating distance in Meters to destination, under it a second sliding scale, indicating in seconds time to destination. The Navigator reading from sensors onboard the Computer configures impact from the detonation that he set about five seconds from where he sits. He looks to his leader, yells in Arabic "Shock wave closing fast, 666 kilometers." That could mean little time left for them to enjoy the finer things in life. Escaping from this invisable Tsunami stands as the last thing between them & getting away w/ it. The Pilot figures @ the speed its going to achieve Hyperdrive & outrun the wave, it will be precious seconds headin' for the hills. He shouts back, "Five seconds to touchdown, its gonna be close, Allah Akbar!" Watching the screen together, we count down the seconds, 3 2 1. Boom! Boom! Crossing the Barrier breaking it by a nose ahead of the shock wave. It fizzles out not going the distance. Hardly felt just observed. The Pilot outruns them to safety. A plumb of thin long white smoke entrails from the rear of the speeding craft. The smoke slowly thickens, turning black in colour, streaming out behind it. He aims to slow down the Craft before he blows an engine & shuts down the Hyperdrive system. The vehicle stalls in midair, pushed to its limits, groaning @ the strain, it dies in midair. The Craft starts losing altitude, he reaches out swearing as he does 'fuckin' asshole,' & restarts the engine. It puffs to life, operating, it says on the screen, in arabic. W/ out missing a beat they beat a hasty retreat. With all that on tape, a copy for your records.
Tehran gets on the phone to Washington implicating themselves in this tidy affair, opening a wound adds "This is a warning, two Iraqi Refineries are next, two less for you to get your hands on, Infidel." Seeing that the threat is real the Oil companies, w/ a hook in its jaw might be willing to make a Real* Deal out of a raw one. They turn away from them to the will of God. Who teaches you to prosper in the way you should go, heads him north. Seeking the whereabouts of #1s @ the twin towers ground zero, to bring Him to justice & hang him high?
Turning away from Iran the Army departs from Baghdad, heading up in a northern direction. His whereabouts being in the house of Ben Hadad of Damascus. Now in on this, the Harlot Woman getting on the bandwagon, wants to ride the coattail of Him to the top. Gets on the back of #1s about His next move. Namely in present day Syria is one shady character walking on the sidewalk, a Turk. He caused some of the stars to fall to the earth, late thirtys, average height and weight, whose look was more stout than his fellows, casing this city for its net worth. Commissioned w/ it by the highest power, so in effect in the latter years You who done it will come into the land that is restored from the sword, whose inhabitants have been gathered from many nations to the mountains of Israel. How much money is here to get away w/, for instance. Like a Nazi a mistake gone bad, willing and able to raise hell of his own, bad to the bone. Up to no good, knowing what he wants and how to get it he goes about his monkey business on the ocean. He the One Hit Wonder, places his followers in the Syrian capitol @ the forefront, of his second mounting manoeuvre. Muggings, snipers doing their thing tearing @ the fabric of society in the house of Gods' peoples' Enemy in Damascus. To be followed w/ escalating violence.
In Iraq some 60 miles north of the secret place are a few U.S. marines on patrol. In discussion together one says "I heard a rumour, that they have proof who took a bite outta da big apple." The other guy says "If he the One Hit Wonder isn't here, it wasn't Saddam who built all this was it? Where is he?" The first soldier says "The ancient capitol of Israel's enemy is where he's at, looking to raise some capitol of his own, He's got them all fooled. We have to hop it over from here to there." Down the road on patrol they walked away.
When the U.S. army now in the heart of Persia hears rumours of evidence that maybe they have the wrong man in Saddam to bring to justice, #1s who done it to the Twin Towers, @ ground zero, stained w/ the blood of others. To the effect of catching a glimpse of him in the flesh. As they plan their next move whether to hop it over the border after him, the ground beneath them begins to tremble. Then starts shaking uncontrollably, a 7.6 Earthquake quickens their choice. 'Lets go" and they hop it over.
In Damascus, Syria, the U.S. troops with tanks and guns and bombs begin occupying it. They systematically do justice to the ancient enemies of Gods people, searching house to house for him, to bring him to justice. Business grinds to a halt, people chased away from there, run for your life. Houses are plundered and set afire, women are ravished and murdered. Now this Tank comes rumbling from out of nowhere into view, having being dropped from two Russian made Helicopters to the ground w/ a big hook on a rope, it rolls into the Syrian capital. It rounds the corner of the street the Mayors house is on. Rolls up in front of it & stops. The turret pivots, pointing the barrel @ the Mayor's front door. The Driver fires a shot @ the house, the missile aims true hits the mark blasting most of the front of the house into the next time zone. The house immediately catches fire burning up, falls to the ground, in smoke & cinders. The Driver now pivots the barrel all the way around the other way. It facing front, stops, this German made Tank put into motion runs over the first five cars that followed it here, on its way to any Church it can find, the car occupants emerge from them relatively unscathed. The Tank travels three blocks to the Church of the Syrian capital believers & stops in front of it & does the same thing done to the Mayors house to this Building. It blowed up real good, set aflame it torches to the ground in cinders, ashes blowing in the wind. And finally this Tank rumbles on to City Hall, blowing it sky high in the process. Now it makes good its escape drives out of town into a Highway, as fast as it can go. Stray cars veer out of its way, pulling away to the right hand & the left, others follow @ a safe distance from that barrel. Up ahead stringing a grappling wire straddled across the Highway, between two parked, waiting, watching Russian made Helicopters, w/ their engines heard starting up. Taunting a grappling wire across the highway. The Tank rolls on ahead aiming for the guy wire w/ its big hook the Driver runs right into it, full speed ahead. The slack wire twines taunt w/ a whine, like the crack of a whip picking up the slack. It stiffens hard, the hook is picked up w/ the wire lifting the twenty ton German Tank up into the heavens, off into the sunset. Who done it, Who then is? The Hook strapped onto the tank engine, catches this highwire act nicely grabbing the guy line strung between the two Helicopters, it picks up the military hardware like a toy. Carrying it off out of harms way, a clean hit, they get away w/ it too.
The city burns to the ground. The wall around it set aflame, topples over crashing to the ground. This shady character who done it absconding w/ the wealth will see the victory & prosper, takes the money and runs. To raise up three armies in Iran, Libya and Ethiopia, be a protection to them. He turns his face to the richest parts of the Realm. So that through him God might punish the world for its sins, exterminating its sinners from it in the process. But, #1s doesn't think so.
14 And she the Harlot woman deceives those who dwell on the earth because of the signs which it was given Her to perform in the presence of the Beast, who done it. Telling those who dwell on the earth to make an image to the beast who had the wound of the sword & has Come to Life. Burning the midnight oil, not sure who done it, crunch time it has come down to this, the point of no return. If it doesn't kill you it will make you stronger. This twenty two caliber shot in the back of Iraq spews forth oil @ an alarming rate. Gushing flames of Fire seemingly coming up from the ground flare up in smoke, like the smoke of a great furnace. The Sun & the air were darkened by the smoke, blackening the sky. Out of the smoke came Locusts upon the Earth. They have as King over them, the angel of the abyss. Things have come to a head, erupting, whats it going to be? You might want a real deal
*Three Armies & a Blessing for A Wife & a Job, instead of a raw deal, of great earthquakes plagues & famines in such days? Meanwhile back in America, a powerful, feared & oppressive Nation there is an election going on. George of Washington has done his duty, the Republicans are voted out of office. Getting ahead of things for now that's all you need to know, it is written,
the buck is passed.

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	22 Unless those days had been cut short no life would have been saved, but for the sake of the elect who use a BMO Bank convience card & hop it over w/ a Dexit Tag these days will be cut short NT/Matthew 24 / 22 / then 12 'I will restore the fortunes of the land as they were @ 1st' says the Lord. 11 the voice of joy and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom & the voice of the bride, the voice of those who say "Give Thanks to the Lord of hosts, For the Lord is good His lovingkindness is everlasting" & of those who bring a thank offering into the house of the Lord. OT/Jeremiah 33 / 12 / 11 /