TERRA EMPIRE: ON THE EVE OF WORLD WAR
Episode 13: THE INTRUDERS AT MACHINA FACTORY
The best time to infiltrate Machina Factory, in the Brisbane area, is certainly a few hours before the Secret Service checks the condition of the place thoroughly, he said, so as not to invite suspicion of changes that occur some time ahead of the big event later tonight. For that he and his people only had about fifteen minutes to put themselves in important places at Machina Factory and avoid themselves being suspected by employees of the factory.
The infiltration was carried out with one of his confidants, with access to the identity of the man they kidnapped and killed hours earlier in the forest. Just as his friends had said, he and the man they killed in the forest had a similar stature and face. By making a slight change to the photo on the identity card, they can get past the security guard without much question.
His friend said something in Persian which means, “It is fortunate that they have not used a hand scan at the entrance gate.”
He only responded with chuckling laughter, “That's because they're dumb! And I hope you're not stupid either. Use English to communicate in there so that our identity is unknown.”
“You know what I hate from this country besides the stupid brains of its people?”
“The food is not good?”
“We are always free from prayer because the time is misleading.”
“We are travelers with missions. It's okay if occasionally we skip prayer for this important mission.”
“After this I will make up for it with fasting and a lot of dzikir.”
“If our mission succeeds, we will get a reward equivalent to gold.”
Five minutes later he and his friend were inside the building after parking the car in the parking lot. A steel door lay before them and the two dived for a moment to ensure it was safe, before taking out a hand piece from inside the bag he was carrying. Plastered the piece of hand into the machine reader access next to the door and a fraction of a second later the door was opened by saying hello, “Welcome, Doctor Smith.”
This hand piece proved to be a valuable asset.The man put the hand piece back into his backpack and nodded to his friend before parting ways….
The man entered a low-temperature, empty building. This ward he entered did not seem to be the center of activity because he had only found it after ascending to the second floor. On the second floor there are many rooms, also employees, who have their respective activities during working hours. It was beneficial for him because it made his existence indifferent to the people in this place.
It also made him free to enter the workspace of Doctor Smith, who, open the computer and access it – which again must be activated with the victim's hand piece – to manipulate the delivery data and other data it needs in the system. Once everything is ready he sends the news via phone text, “Enter them into.”
The text was not only received by his friend waiting outside but also by two other people who were in a container truck that was approaching Machina Factory. The driver pressed the accelerator deeper until the four-wheeler stopped at the checkpoint that the fake Doctor Smith and his partner had been traveling through a few minutes ago. The driver opened the window as the security guard approached,
“Ordinary shipment from Decker and Dwaine,” the driver handed over a piece of document which is a shipping warrant.
After reading the letter the security guard turned to his friend who was at the guard post, “Is there a delivery schedule from Decker & Dwaine today?”
“Staff Doctor Smith is waiting at the warehouse 12,” replied the officer at the guard post with a thumbs up.
“OK, can open your load first, friend,” said the security guard pointing back. “We have to check it first before allowing you to enter.”
The driver turned to his friend who then came down from the door on the other side to open the lid of the container. As soon as the door shifted up, it opened, it looked like a large pile of cardboard and a pile of medium-sized optical cables were loosened in the deepest corner of the container. The security guard nodded in satisfaction after seeing nothing strange in the vehicle. A few minutes later the truck sauntered into warehouse 12.
The man accompanying the fake Doctor Smith was already waiting alone in the warehouse. She nags in Persian, “It's time..”.
The truck driver got down and replied in annoyance, “Slightly obstructed at the front door..”.
Both get into the back of the container while the person sitting on the passenger bench makes sure the surroundings are safe. The man standing in front of the driver faces the wall on the inside of the container, pressing the lid of the panel that turns out to contain a number of buttons that are pressed in a certain order as a code to open the wall.
The container wall behind the pile of wires that security guards had seen at the gate turned out to be a visual hoax. There was another room behind the wall of the container cover and inside were six strapping men in all-black uniforms. Each carries an M-16 automatic rifle. The cruel face behind their beards also showed that these people were trained in killing and they were already impatient to start their mission in this place.
“Time we stay a little. Put everything up as planned and we'll go in right after the Secret Service completes their task.”
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“What's up?” ask Lana.
“Sally just told me she's coming home late. Because he was called to my school and he had to change his hours. That means I have to have dinner alone.”
The girl looked at her new friend with concern, “Then why don't you stop by my house first?” he then offered. “Will please I have a friend for dinner. Besides my father tonight there is an event in his office so that the food that has been prepared will be left a lot.”
Jordan shrugged, a little doubtful, “I don't think that's a good idea. We just got to know. Does your father not mind a foreign boy coming to his house?”
Lana laughs, “Where the hell are you from?”
“From Brooklyn. Why?”
“I didn't know New York created those colossal blokes.”
“Does keeping ethics include a colossal indication?”
“It's just dinner. You have to have dinner alone while your brother works late. I had to have dinner alone because my dad had business in his office until midnight. So why can't it make us dinner together?”
“Does your father mind me accompanying you at his house?”
“She'll mind if I introduce you as a girlfriend who will take me clubbing,” Lana laughs. “Again I will introduce you as my schoolmate! If that doesn't matter to you.”
“Yeah, I think you're right,” Jordan nodded.
“It seems so..because if you change your mind you have missed the station where you have to get off.”
“Sial!” Jordan patted her forehead realizing Lana's speech was right. He did not listen as the station information was notified, staring at the nanar behind the window as the Burlingame Station nameplate passed slowly. Of course it was too late for him to get off because the door had closed a few seconds ago while the train had been heading to the following station, the distance is quite far so it takes a lot of time if he goes down there and returns to Burlingame. Maybe he missed dinner, even though his stomach began to rumble. Lana's Look. “It looks like you did it on purpose.”
Lana giggles, “Do not blame others for the mistakes you made.”
“I have never missed a train information were it not for someone distracting me.”
“Where are you sure you haven't missed it? You haven't been on this subway for a week, have you? Wait until you experience it in the next weeks, because my father often misses many stations when picking me up at school.”
“How old is your father?” Jordan tried to distract.
“Please guess after meeting him yourself..”.
“Is he that bad?”
“Aut of trains? Maybe, yeah! But he is obviously the best father..” says Lana. “...although sometimes he does surprise me a lot.”.
“I can't wait to meet him.”
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