OPERATION TWINS 9/11 – The Accusation (part 2) By: Slobodan Radojev Mitric

 

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OPERATION TWINS- 9/11 – The Accusation – By: Slobodan Radojev Mitric

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Slobodan Radojev Mitrić

 

OPERATION TWINS

9/11 – The Accusation

 

THE FOURTH TEAM


Helga opens the hatch of the aircraft. At a height of ten thousand meters, she jumps head first into the abyss, followed by Karl and Robert.
They plummet down like arrows.
All three breathe oxygen from special bottles. Far below them lies a dense cloud cover. In dozens of seconds, the trio is lost in evaporated water. Immediately afterwards they see vast prairies.
At a height of less than three hundred meters, Helga pulls the handle. The parachute opens. His friends follow him. Soon all three successfully hit the dry grass.
All of them untie the parachutes neatly and pack them in. They take off their backpack and their parachute overalls, which they had put over their street clothes.
Schmidt picks up a small military shovel and quickly digs a hole. Robert and Karl do the same.
Within minutes, they bury the parachutes and the equipment.
Helga takes a cell phone from her leather pilot jacket and a taps a number. Immediately
she gets connected. "Hello!” she whispers. “Here the black eagle number 4."
"Are you all right!"
"Yes!"
"No one saw you!"
"No! What about the other birds?"
"One has successfully found the nest."
"Excellent!  What now?"
"Act according to instructions."
"Okay! Bye! "
"Good luck."


*


The modified Boeing 757, AA flight 77, is flying on its way to Washington. The receiver sends signals. The computer in the Boeing decreases altitude.
Suddenly, a rocket hits the tail of the aircraft.
The plane change course towards the north.
Two F-15 fighter jets intercept the plane. From the speaker of the second jet a disappointed female voice can be heard. "Sorry Bill!"
"No problem!"
"You try it!"
"I will! Don’t worry!"
The pilot presses a red button to fire an air-to-air missile that hits the plane in the middle of the fuselage.
The nose of the plane falls down head over heels. Within ten seconds the nose of the plane, in which where 200 kg of first grade uranium has been built, kisses the ground.  A big explosion is heard. The nose explodes into a hundred pieces. The two F-15 fighter jets fly over the downed aircraft. From the speaker of the second jet sounds a happy female voice: "Good shot, Bill."
"Thanks Lisa!"

THE THIRD TEAM


Frida opens the hatch of the aircraft. At a height of ten thousand meters, she jumps head first into the abyss, followed by Klaus and Frans.
They plummet down like arrows.
All three breathe oxygen from special bottles. Far below them lies a dense cloud cover. In dozens of seconds, the trio is lost in evaporated water. Immediately afterwards they see vast prairies.
At a height of less than three hundred meters, Frida pulls the handle. The parachute opens. His friends follow him. Soon all three successfully hit the dry grass.
All of them untie the parachutes neatly and pack them in. They take off their backpack and their parachute overalls, which they had put over their street clothes.
Schmidt picks up a small military shovel and quickly digs a hole. Klaus and Frans do the same.
Within minutes, they bury the parachutes and the equipment.
Frida takes a cell phone from her leather pilot jacket and a taps a number. Immediately
she gets connected. "Hello!” she whispers. “Here the black eagle number 3."
"Are you all right!"
"Yes!"
"No one saw you!"
"No! What about the other birds."
"First Eagle has scored a hit!"
"Bravo! Jill!”
From the speaker of the phone sounds a hoarse voice. "Bitch! Don’t mention my name!"
"Sorry! I’m excited."
"We’ll talk about that later. The fourth eagle died in flight."
"How’s that?"
"We don’t know. Follow the instructions."
"Will do! Don’t worry! "
"Good luck!"
The threesome walk towards the highway.

*

The modified Boeing 757, Flight UA 93 flies on to Washington.
Suddenly the plane is hit by a rocket. The plane plummets. Within seconds the nose of the plane, in which 200 kg. of first grade uranium was built, kisses the ground. Big explosions are echoed. The plane explodes into a hundred pieces. Two F-15 fighter jets fly over the downed aircraft. From the speaker of the first jet sounds a happy voice, "Good shot Lisa."
"Thanks Bill!”

 

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