it. This settled-on him in stridence, and complexity. He and only he, had the difficulty-to deal with his-concerns or the stifle-of dismissing. Never-being one to violate-authority, it-became a decision of intention, or 'insult'. He-wanted to realize his-subjective, point-of-view... He figured some of his colleagues would laugh him-out of the room, or it could save the mission-for which he’d performed a very small-part.
Yet he-knew in the scheme-of things, every part was important; and that by tradition one respected his jobs position and the honor-of duty. And duty, was most-important. But to reach a compromise; he’d tell a close friend. Who-might be able to do something about it. Takashomi was a man he’d known since he was young. Shitaki, called him to get any insight he could. A long-time military-officer he’d went through conflicts, national-defense and military-duties and was quite a veteran. He knew that his angle on things could help seal a deal... He called him that evening after informing his-family of the uniquely, odd-contention. If it was not what he thought, nothing would become-of it. If it was something out-of 'sorts' the mission had to be detained. He knew if it was ‘worse’ he would have to pin-point the exact site. Before he called, he looked over the print-map of the site and then he was surprised that it set near the stage-rocket booster, at that point the entire mission would explode from the fuel-ignition...
--Day 12, 18-hours and 28-minutes till lift-off... The cell-phone rang at the Caliph’s rustic-home. It told that the final-factor he’d been accomplished; his mission, which meant-in roughly, 13-days the ringing in of the great-reawakening would be begun. His men celebrated in what was a small-village 400-miles from Baghdad would again bite the ‘evil-giant’ of the Western-world and show the entire world the fate of the patriotism to an infidel. And the ultimate-power of Alla... Though, it was a relatively, desolate, back-country isolated sector of the now, sobering-culture... And the calm-spirits of once enemies rested-in total-bliss. An active-repercussion set-ready as a new-rescinding set-ready for ultimate-completion for all-times sake. The superlative-vision and intervention, was set-into action. A compellation-of energy, imposing and impact, in the absolute contingent to the future... Who would be defeated and who would reorder the legitimate-instance of 'compact'. An insemination forged of duty and defiance a denial-in reservation. What would be an ensuing of predicate-advance either to give pass or become overture-to all.
The story of ‘war’ and ‘peace’, of hopes and honor; of delusion and devotion, and finally the irreverent-attitude to seek empowerment above-obstacles, an obstruction-aversion to avidly, overcome. Yet in-life, there are many venues-by men whose subdivision was centered around duty, devotion and caught-up relevantly, or irrelevantly, donned in driven-determination; what was at issue was the likelihood-of, as significant-notoriety. ...Was Jeuai the Caliph to pull-of the greatest-deposing, or was the exceeding relevance by what was a mortal-beneficence against all mankind; both were still human-attributes? The full-attribute, being that some men favor, and for elaborate-deliberation; in excision-to which man's direction had to be beset or reset. Human-illusion is as great as human-illustration an order-of implication, and impact.
...The emerging of a 'convocation', made for a commending, intense-energy, that is hoped and would be a revitalized-vision. That, through religion, devotion and duty; the strength of one's belief. Might prove-worthy to an ultimate and 'supreme-being', taught as to be a being of utter-reality and reversion. The Quran, being self-ornate by a belief to 'divide'-one to be compelled; yet often, in the past as holy-honor, an honor-deeply, unmoving to compassion and caring; alongside hundreds if generations of compensatory-allegiances... What was an institute-of devoted-demand, was compulsory as a conviction-of imminent-reality. A devalue-of utterly, un-base but an acceptance of seeded-survival, in a culture.
In an actuated-elusion of term, time, and temptation; an honor-based on iniquity and antiquity. The grand-scheme and greater-endeavor to fulfill the ultimate sacrifice and only design to overcome the 'evilness' of margin and earnestness of self-empowerment. A ‘clue’ to sufficiency and earned-plot, convening-upon essence-of one to the other. A structure-of poignant-passion and the bitter-stridency to impetuous-endeavor. A defiant man en-coda to a defiant God. A compact-of perception, provocation and pride. The trifle-of purpose, purport and profundity in the execution in the confessing to proletariat-convention.
Most brave men learn wisdom in universal-consideration. In 2014, men in the toughness terms and avail to practice-in the void of pride and purpose. And in the innate-good, was as well the innate-bad. What sat upon the launch-pad, what was nestled with the fifth stage-booster was the anointing-'entity' of human-craft, and the exclusion-in part and parcel, was the 7-ounces, timer and electrical-circuitry and premise of a diode seeking-destruction and obviate a maxim-unit of hope, honor and conspiring-to invest in a populous and diverting, a personification... The unit, with its 18-segments, 25-sub-boosters, 36 thousand diodes, 8,600 capacitors and 48 miles of high-tensile wiring beautifully, orchestrated by the world’s most expertise and envision by mentally, innovators, a grand-reality for which never being done-before.
Men did incredible-things, and yet failed-into incredulous-things. Above all, the ultimate human-form continued to out-span variegate-times. What was now world and moral-division a Mars astronaut was being held in their on-site quarters. The day-before, they had bid-'goodbye' for a month or so. Men and women who would go some place as never before. Exist-in other places never being, to boldly, go where none of mankind could. The device was set to be detonated-upon full detail of the Caliph Jeuai, leader of tribes from the desert of Iraq. They, as the majority and Germaine of a new-world order. A provisional discerning in the opting and division of the plots of mortality.
What might save a world-mission, might lay-in the hands of one insidious-worker... On the edge of a pogrom in his refined-craftsmanship. He was back in Florida, calling a friend on the most peculiar-of terms. This simple contention as it was, the exquisite determined-duties of a long-line, was now up to the duty of detailing a finite phenomena laying on the precipice of advancing. Jack, had waited all day to get in touch with his friend in the U.S. Navy. Like him, he was a detailist from his days as a Petty-Officer Commander and there building of complex paper ornaments, they had that in common. 'Hello, Commander how are you?' They went through the formalities, then respecting the Commander's time, he wanted into his story which was quite-perceptive. The first-thing he went into what was how he came about the situation. In his careful work... 'You see I noticed 3-men from the Middle-East, while looking over the core-diameter...nothing out of the ordinary perhaps I was having a strange-sense of observation...' 'Like when one noticed the flight of a bird or splash of a fish yet it was more discerning than that...'
He sought to new-fervor of how these men were able to be centered-out by their inconspicuous-behavior in instilling, of a small-box. Though, he was no electrician he was a 'structures'-man... And the 'small-box' was seemingly dysfunction. The dysfunctional attention, by the Navy Commander hearing of it, 'pricked' his ear. He asked him, what was before and after...what the worker, thought was strange and odd. He was beginning to realize a possible event had occurred and that the assailant in the auspice of work-on a project of all time, had now been alluded-into some deformity. He-wrote down the event, who was involved and what was the result. An implication of adamant-daunting. An in-feasibility that now lay-on the site of intervening. A divided allot to be fully secure in the now fully-activated space-mission.
He asked him to meet him at the local F.B.I. office. He'd pass on the information, and be prepared to be taken back to the space agency... Armed with the Commander's participation a new-look at what might be a 'dangerous'-contention. All the availing-offices had to be notified and reactivated. The mission might be a failure. He went to his higher-ups and realigned the significance and substantiation of what actually, occurred. The fulfillment-of tasks to de
cide and what will become of the outcome of the greatest-event: 'Starfire'. The implication-of the virtue, vision and venture of the toll and triumph; tried and true-intrepid achieving-was a bestowal. This, was the incident apparent-partition to object by men. Now the 'trident'-reality of two-men and officials, and the redeeming-cause of agile men; willing to capture the incursion of unknowing event. Many events occur in the world of austerity and contempt with many or both side in the middle-men of 'grace'. And now was no different the pallet of men across the U.S.-continent were being activated and informed... A 'duly' advocate-informative divesting and defining was to investigate what was a challenge of chance. Great-men were about to take on the vision of the world. And now, afforded-men devoted to task were to take on in deeding advantage...
First, Commander-alert; the effectives of F.B.I., National Security and State-office. An announcement went-out across office-lines. He knew there was no time to waste. At
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