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stretched his legs. "So nice of them
to transport us in the cargo hold of a military jet."
    Igor smiled at his aide's quip. "What? I
thought you missed travelling like this. The
    KGB flew much worse planes than this."

    Grigory Sliva folded his arms at the mention
of his history. He'd like to forget the missions he flew all over
Eastern Europe with Russia's syndicate intelligence agency. There
was one memory however that strangely surfaced in Sliva's head in
the moment. It was an assignment he had done more than fifteen
years ago in Kosovo.
    The thin man winced.
    His hands would be forever stained red from
a life of past sins: the countless victims that fell to the
skillful dagger or quick trigger continued to haunt the Russian
leader. Nothing he did to medicate would erase the undying stigma
that went with him as he climbed the rungs of Russia's ladder to
power.
    "Aren't we near our lay-over?" the aide
humorously referred to the drop into the ocean as such.
    The Russian president followed Grigory's
gaze to the capsule that sat no more than ten feet away. It looked
like a space vehicle ready to escape earth's orbit and head to
mars.
    "Let's get on with it," Igor said, his
impatience growing. "I want to meet this great man I've heard about
in whispers." "Some say he's not even a man," Grigory said with a
wink.
    Igor laughed and paused. "No, he's a man
alright, but he's also something else. I believe," the leader began
to say as he traced his red beard with his fingers from the lip to
below his jutting chin, "that this man is the one long foretold
about. He has a unique mark."
    The president's aide then held up his
fingers, forming the symbol that has been commonly known to mean
A-Okay, however, in other circles it represented something of an
entirely different realm. Three little numbers.

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Chapter 2

    The Middle East in 2041 looked something
like this: a dominate United Islamic Caliphate surrounding little,
but not defenseless Israel. And as history dictated, the bitter
struggle between the devout jihadists and Jews continued on into
the late first half of the twenty-first century.
    Many attempts to wipe the Zionists off the
face of the earth had failed up to this point. Nuclear holocausts
never occurred...biological warfare fizzled. Israel had mastered
the art of preemptive military strike to erase any possibility of a
mass genocide of their own people. At the center of their survival
was the famed Mossad agency. It was second to none. With sleeper
cells on every corner of the globe, satellites over every strategic
hot spot, and a very capable defense force, Israel wasn't going
anywhere...yet.

    --

    Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

    Out of the tribe of Quraysh rose a great
leader to rule the millions of Muslims spread far and wide across
the Arabian Peninsula, the Mediterranean, and Horn of Africa (which
included northeastern African nations also). In the second decade
of the twenty-first century the call went out from the militant
groups of Islam (aka Mujahideens) and political parties of Islamic
states for the Muslim world to unite under one caliphate, or Second
Ottoman Empire.

    …

    In 2035 under the inspiration he was the
chosen one to represent Allah's authority on earth, Rehan Khalil
rode into the capital of the new kingdom on a donkey. Millions had
gathered to witness this historic moment...security was high. Miles
of the highway 271 had been shut down to secure a safe parade route
for the king and his entourage.
    All the highways and byways looping their
way through downtown were under the jurisdiction of the United
Islamic Caliphate's (UIC) Supreme Guard units. It was these
troopers that cordoned off all the city's major arteries: they
controlled the flow. Anybody who wanted to punch their way through
security would need to do it with the assistance of a small
army.

    Jeddah rose to prominence in the Arab world
through oil dollars. Not only that, but because of her central
location in the Middle East she became the