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 Seventeen minutes left of battery power John the men were on the ridge above the town the central focus of the gun. Is there anyone of you that has any second thoughts about this incursion. The trajectory is certain the cosmic radiation from the Cobalt Bomb will fallout all over them. The town will virtually cease to exist. Little Timmy Thompson sat on his duffle bag with his machinegun clipped. It don't seem right Seargeant Miller the town ain't that bad is it? All eye knoe is the orders came from JESUS himself. The Angels reported the hue and the cry of two cities this one is the first to go. The ignorance of men who live in sin without hope that they are being saved today. When the judgment day comes from the LORD the people of this city will be better off for having gone to justice. The detail was three men the Sergeant the boot and the gunny. BOY you do not need to even knoe what they was doing. Thirteen minutes left John. The Shields are up and go. The firing pin rammed into the slot the three men took turns keying the mechanism to go. All three green dots. Put that gun down Thompson you do not need that machinegun Timmy. No one will escape the radiation death is instantaneous. We move out again at 0400 hours for Gomorrah. Somewhere in the distance a child was heard just whimpering much like a defiled dog no longer human. FIRE. The sky burned over SODOM. The men turned the gun toward Gomorrah


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