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<p>Historical fiction surrounding the crimes of 9/11. The op goes hot as the deep state pulls the strings of chaos.</p>
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<p><em> This is a fictional narrative wrapped around the real crimes of the September 11, 2001 attacks and the 2008 financial crisis. A smattering of other real events, institutions, entities, and people have also been included.</em> </p>
<p><em> 8:20am </em></p>
<p><em>American Airlines Flight 11 </em><br>
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<p>Atta and his crew kept their collective eyes peeled in two directions. One was to keep an eye on their victims. The other was to watch as they made a smooth descent into an old World War 2 Army Airfield in rural Pennsylvania. </p>
<p>The electronically guided craft made a smooth landing on the ancient runway. Murmuring from the shocked crowd filled the air with uncertainty. They rolled to a stop and Atta announced from the front of the plane as the door was popped open, “I need everyone to get off the plane. We’re not going to hurt you. Follow me off the plane now!” </p>
<p>Atta deplaned first and ran to get one of the machine guns that had been placed in the airfield beforehand. The other hijackers herded the passengers off. The frightened crowd moved quickly. They didn’t know why they were being let off the plane, but everyone on board figured it was better than the uncertainty of flying around with a bunch of violent maniacs. Some even began to feel relief. That was until the moment they stepped off the plane, Atta was waiting there with a machine gun. “Don’t worry, everyone. Just do as I say and you won’t get hurt. Please make your way towards the truck.” </p>
<p>He motioned towards an empty eighteen wheeler sitting at the ready just off the runway. The other hijackers grabbed their guns as soon as they got off as well. The people went without a fight. Within minutes, the plane was empty, the door was shut, and it took off in a hurry once again towards its preprogrammed destination. </p>
<p>Once inside the trailer, the door slammed shut and gas started to flood the interior. The hijackers listened as screams of terror filled the morning air. Once the noise stopped, Atta strode up to the cabin and gave the go ahead sign to the driver. He watched as the truck disappeared into the Pennsylvania countryside. He gave a cocky look to his partners “Let’s go!” He motioned towards a black SUV that was waiting for them. </p>
<p>Meanwhile, the agent at Ptech reported, “Sir, Bogey One has left destination 1A and is now en route to its final destination.” He took a deep breath and continued, “It also appears, sir, that Bogey Two has adjusted course and is en route to destination 1A.” </p>
<p>A few tense drops of time later and the report continued, “Sir, there is a call in progress between Commanders Marr and Arnold at NORAD.” </p>
<p>“Audio now!” yelled Vickers. </p>
<p>The voice of second in command of the Vigilant Guardian exercise, Robert Marr, came over loud and clear, “Major General Arnold, we have reason to believe a hijacking is in progress and request that fighters be scrambled from Otis Air Base, sir.” </p>
<p>Thinking this was part of the training exercise, Arnold responded with confusion in his voice. “Is this part of the drill?” </p>
<p>“I don’t believe so, sir. This is real world.” </p>
<p>“Thank you for the update, Commander Marr.” </p>
<p>“Yes, sir.” </p>
<p>Still confused, Arnold sat back and contemplated the situation. Was this real? There hadn’t been a hijacking in years. He took a minute to gather his thoughts. What should he do? He decided to call Marr back and confirm. “Commander Marr, do you confirm that this is real world?” </p>
<p>“I have every reason to think so, sir. I suggest you contact Otis Air Base immediately.” </p>
<p>“Very well, thank you Commander Marr.” </p>
<p>Switching communication lines, Major General Arnold talked to one of his subordinates and gave the order to scramble fighters immediately. </p>
<p> 8:48am <br>
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<p>UA Flight 175 had already been taken control of in the same manner at this point and was nearly finished offloading at the old Army Air Field in Pennsylvania. Meanwhile, Flight 11 was entering Manhattan at full speed. The artificially controlled behemoth screamed through the air with a roaring vengeance. The air defense of the USA was hacked, compromised, confused, and strangling itself with hierarchical red tape. The busy rush hour streets of Manhattan fluidly rolled on, oblivious to the unfolding nightmare above their heads. People were sipping coffee, rushing to work, scarfing breakfast, yelling at the rush hour traffic mayhem. </p>
<p>Inside the North Tower of the World Trade Center, throughout floors 93 and 100, computers in the offices of Marsh and McLennan were sizzling away and facilitating transactions with banks and insurance companies around the world. </p>
<p>Money moved at lightning speed from Cyprus, Dubai, and the Cayman Islands to New York and London via a dizzying array of conduits like Deutsche Bank, Citi, Lehman, Bear Stearns, Goldman Sachs, JP Morgan, and hundreds of smaller hedge funds and intermediaries. T-bills were gobbled up and United and American sank like a rock. Securities ballooned in frantic moments of a financial fireworks show. Credit derivatives and subprime mortgages twisted through the ether. And the software used at Marsh and McLennan was one of the hubs for all the action. </p>
<p>Ultimately, the maze led to a handful of companies and a handful of people. This financial web would have taken, under normal circumstances, years or even decades to unravel. The orchestrators were not about to take that risk, though. The soaring bullet continued unabated and with the full force of seismic thunder shredded floors 93 through 99 of the North Tower with miraculous precision and fiery rage. To the occupants of Marsh and McLennan, it was a slow descent into a liquid, scorching end which, for a brief moment, seemed like a snapshot of surreal. Metal and glass fragments rocketed and leapt about in all the directions that chaos would allow. </p>
<p>On the lower floors, it felt as if the earth shook. Most didn’t know what to make of it. There was a palpable moment of confusion and disbelief among everyone. Some shrugged it off and went back to work. Others slowly came to the realization that it was necessary to take action. </p>
<p>As word spread as to what had happened, the slow pace of disbelief and casual investigation changed to a flurry of fright and mad dashes in infinite directions. John O’Neill’s face froze. Was this it? Was this the attack he had feared for so long? All those warnings. All those years of hunting terrorists. </p>
<p>John O’Neill felt the sting of betrayal from his own government when that plane made its historic mark. John fought hard to swim through the river of chaos that was erupting before him. He ran outside to assess the damage. Smoke was billowing out like demons and a seemingly endless flow of fragments continued to assault the ground. Protecting his face with one hand and looking at the mayhem near the top of the gashed building John exclaimed, “Shit! Holy shit! I’ve gotta get up there and try to get people out!” </p>
<p>In the midst of it all, John heard an announcement come over the automated system. “Evacuation is not necessary. Please return to your office.” Not believing his ears, John’s head swiveled as he hoofed it to the control room that was responsible for automated communications. Upon storming into the room, two personnel at the control desk looked shocked. “Are you ok, sir?” </p>
<p>“What the hell are you doing?” John asked as he tried to catch his breath. “We’re under attack, and you’re telling people to go back to work? Shut that infernal thing off!” </p>
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