A Storm

In the shadows of a dimly lit basement, a group of masked men sat around a heavy wooden table filled with weapons and blueprints. The air was thick with tension and the faint scent of oil and sweat. On one wall, a massive map of New York City was hung. A particular location was marked with a bright red circle and there was a date scribbled beside it ominously. It was the focal point of their sinister plan.

“Commander, we are all ready for our goal,” one of the masked men announced, his voice low and cool that was betraying none of the anxiety they all were facing.

Another man leaned forward and said, “We will blast the city so the government can hear us. We have been suppressed, our voices muted for far too long. This explosion will not just destroy one building but it will send shockwaves through the entire world. The whole world will have to listen to our cries for justice!”

The commander, a tall figure draped in dark clothing, surveyed his soldiers with a fierce intensity. “We w