[b]A Day Of Infamy.[/b] [i]Five years after the first Death Game.[/i] Three years of painstaking planning and operation was finally coming to fruition today. It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most effective and audacious single piece of planning ever developed. And, should this plan succeed, it would be the most devastating Terrorist attack ever seen. At the Heart of Flondon-the capital city of Floodland-stood two of the worlds tallest skyscrapers, each only half a minutes walk away from each other and each 150 storeys high. Dubbed “The Two Towers,” they were modern buildings constructed out of glass and steel, and with four highly reinforced concrete support pillars. One, the Western Tower, was the headquarters of the Department of Civil Protection. Commonly abbreviated into DCP, it served alongside MI5 as a form of Secret Police for monitoring the population, preventing Terrorist or dissident activity, and assisting Police Investigations where the cases were important enough to require their attention. However at this time, the building also housed the nerve centre for the Death Games series. The Eastern Tower was the Flondon Stock Exchange Building. A place where shares in companies were sold and bought in their millions every week, and where a man could make his name and propel himself to fortune in a day, all by the cunning game of Business. The Two Towers loomed over the whole city and its smaller skyscrapers, observing the traffic, parks, museums and daily life of the heart of a dictatorship. The Two Towers were essentially as immovable as mountains and part of the personal landscape of every person in Flondon. More often than not, anyone lost in the city only had to look up and use the buildings as waypoints to find their way again. But, with this plan, one of those towers was going to disappear forever. A few blocks away from the towers, in the rented basement of a high-class Gym, a tunnel had been dug in complete secrecy. It was made with such skill and determination gifted to only those who were unshakeable in their cause, and possessed a brilliantly complex system. It traversed the space underground the city and headed for the Western Tower. It dipped underneath other basements or the Underground train system, using pulley systems to carry excavated dirt and debris away. But, after months of constant digging, the tunnel had been completed about an hour ago. That hour had been the most vital of the entire operation. As soon as a hole had been made in the Western Towers basement, a select team had slipped in unnoticed to silently secure the area. The underground level housed four large, noisy backup generators running on Diesel, and the vital support columns. Each square column being the width of three human beings laid on the ground with their feet on their shoulders, in addition, they had been mixed with Carbon Nanoparticles for added toughness. The team, all ex-Septagonian or Undergroundican Army professionals, set about their work. They wired up charges of High Explosives, in such a quantity that would make even the most hardened of Explosives Experts think twice before using. The plan was to take down the building above like it was some kind of colossal, scheduled demolition, and that by removing these columns at the base of the building, the structure above would collapse on itself, heading straight downwards. A wide combination of explosives was applied. TNT, Dynamite, ANFO, PETN and HMX amongst others were applied [i]very[/i] liberally. The terrorists were working on the motto that: “The more they used, the better.” Furthermore, each explosive charge was to use a three-step explosive train: A fulminate detonator, followed by the primary explosive booster and the main charge of the secondary explosive. Normally such an attempt would take far longer than an hour, especially to set up a system in which all the explosives went off simultaneously. But, the terrorists were driven by hatred and carried out their task with determination, speed and a flawless precision. Once the explosives were all prepared and ready to fire, their users withdrew along the tunnel to their starting position back underneath the Gym, they blocked the tunnel up with heavy equipment-for fear of an explosive backwash reaching them. Meanwhile, as the terrorists prepared to make a hasty exit in the wake of the chaos made by the explosion, something went wrong. One of their number had worked temporarily as a cleaner in the Western Tower, and from that they learned that the Basement was a rarely visited place. But still, someone did go down there at the worst time possible. In the basement, a janitor pulled out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. The Western Tower above was a strict no-smoking zone, so he couldn’t light up in there. And furthermore, the exits and entrances to the building were protected by dozens of armed guards, and if he wanted to go outside to smoke, he’d have to wait for ages while he was searched in a rigorous security check. So, more often than not, he just came down here to do it. There was never anyone here, except on the rare occasions that some mechanics were needed to sort something out. He lit a cigarette, the flame lighting up the pitch black area for a moment. He let the acrid smoke fill his lungs before breathing out again, but then, he realised he’d seen something in the darkness. Just for a second, while the lighter was on, and it was so brief that he was lucky to have seen it. He got his lighter again and started it, the flickering flame illuminating a small island of space around him. He knelt down on the floor and picked up a handful of cables snaking along the floor. “What?” He said quietly, taking out the cigarette and stubbing it out on the floor. He followed the cables as they trailed along, winding one way then another. Eventually, he traced them to one of the support pillars, and by the glow of his lighter he saw the explosives the Terrorists had taken so much care to set up. The whole column seemed to be plastered with the stuff, he saw C4, Nitro-glycerine, and other explosives he’d never even heard of before. Not wasting any time, he grabbed cables and started pulling them out of place. He had no idea what he was doing, but he reasoned that something had to be done, and that was the first thing that came into his head. He yanked blue cables out of place, pulled on red cables without knowing what he was doing and threw black cables away over his shoulder. Really he had no idea what he was doing, but was caught up in a panicked frenzy and didn’t stop. But alas, his efforts were in vain. A moment or two after the Janitor started, the Terrorists detonated the lethal payloads nestled under their target's noses. [Edited on 07.12.2007 2:36 AM PDT]