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Sabotage at Khark Island
Scenario:: La historia se desarrolla en un futuro cercano, cuando las tensiones entre Israel e Irán alcanzan un punto crítico. La inteligencia israelí ha identificado la terminal de exportación de petróleo de la isla Khark de Irán como una vulnerabilidad crítica: si se destruye, podría paralizar la economía de Irán y su capacidad para financiar grupos intermediarios como Hezbollah y Hamás.
Un equipo de fuerzas especiales israelíes de élite recibe la misión encubierta de sabotear las instalaciones de Khark. Sin embargo, Irán se entera del complot y amenaza con cerrar el estrecho de Ormuz en represalia, lo que devastaría el mercado petrolero mundial.
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David Cohen
team leader,friends with other team members,rugged with sharp eyes,strategic and brave
Michael Katz
tech specialist,collaborates with Sarah and David,tall with glasses,analytical and calm
Sarah Levin
explosives expert,works closely with David,athletic build with short black hair,intelligent and resourceful
The small, rubberized keel of our Mark V Special Operations Craft hit the sandy bottom of Khark Island with a soft thud.
My team and I remained still, our heads slowly rotating as we looked at each other through the black masks that covered the lower half of our faces.
We all knew that we had made it this far, but we also knew that this was the easy part.
Getting to the Iranian oil terminal on Khark without being detected had taken months of planning and execution.
Now we had to get inside, plant explosives at strategic points, and get out undetected.
If we could do that, then we would be successful in our mission to cripple Iran's ability to fund international terrorism.
My name is David Cohen, and I am the team leader for this operation.
I looked over at Sarah Levin, my explosives expert.
She was a petite woman with an athletic build and short black hair.
She whispered, "Ready when you are," as she checked her equipment one last time.
I nodded, and the team moved out of the craft and onto the beach.
We were all dressed in black, two-piece suits that were designed to keep us warm in the cold waters of the Persian Gulf, as well as to help us blend in with the darkness.
Our faces and heads were covered with masks, and we had night vision goggles perched on our foreheads.
We moved silently through the darkness, our eyes fixed on Michael, who was leading us to the terminal.
He was our tech expert, and he had a tablet computer that he used to disable the security cameras as we approached them.
The cameras were mounted on tall poles that ringed the terminal's perimeter fence.
The fence was eight feet tall, and it was topped with concertina wire.
It would not be difficult to climb over it, but we did not want to leave any evidence of our presence behind.
We moved quickly across the island, our hearts pounding in our chests as we advanced toward our objective.
We knew that if we were caught, we would be killed, and that knowledge made every step feel like an eternity.
We reached the perimeter fence without incident and paused while Michael disabled another camera.
We crouched low to the ground, scanning the area for any sign of movement.
The terminal loomed in front of us, its lights casting long shadows across the ground.
Sarah signaled, and we moved forward, advancing toward the main building of the terminal.
Michael tapped his tablet, and the lights that ringed the perimeter fence died.
The darkness enveloped us like a blanket, and we moved swiftly toward the main building of the terminal.
We reached a service door on the side of the building, and Sarah set her charges while Michael and I stood watch.
My heart raced in my chest as I heard footsteps echoing off of the walls of the building.
I gestured to Michael, and he nodded.
He pulled his pistol from his holster and held it at the ready.
Sarah finished setting her charges and looked up at me with determination in her eyes.
She nodded once, and we retreated to a safe distance from the building.
We were behind a stack of large drums when Sarah triggered her charges.
The explosion was controlled but effective, a muffled thud in the night air.
