Dark Cloud

This is a story I put together, enjoy, or not.

First off, this is a fictional story. No one in this story exists, nor are any racial points intended. This will be long winded but I hope you all enjoy this.


Mohammed El Akhim had just finished his prayers at the local Mosque in the south suburbs of Chicago. He had come along way from being Greg James, the son of a local Baptist Preacher. He had served in the US Military as a squad leader in D troop 3rd of the 8th Cav located at Lee Barraks in Gonsenheim Germany, where he and his fellow soldiers had moved out to Saudi to fight in the first Gul War. Here he met his wife to be, a well to do Saudi. It was because of her that he converted to Islam, causing his family to reject him and break all contacts with him �casting the devil worshipper out� as his father had stated. After the Gulf War, and after Greg had gotten out of the Army, Jasmin�s family took him in, and fully accepted him, the local Mullah started to educate Greg in the ways of Radical Islam. Greg, now known as Mohammed spent almost 9 years in Saudi Arabia, going from one Quran school after the other, becoming more entrenched in fundamentalist Islam. He was an apt pupil that did not go unnoticed. A member of an organisation he had never heard of before, Al Qedah, approached him and asked in the Name of Alah if he would, under complete secrecy, help train Mujahadeen to further the cause of Islam in Afghanistan, he readily accepted. Here he taught the art of war, Western style, to very eager students. Knowledge that Mohamed had ammased as a drill instructor at Ft Polk Infantry school, he was more than willing to impart his skills to these young men and women if it would further the cause of Islam and eventually help for the conversion of the Great Satan to Islam.


Mohammed returned to Chicago with his wife, he was a pillar in the local Islamic Community, known for his complete devotion and wisdom in the affairs of Jihad. He had a very good job as a truck driver in a gas station supply company, driving large tankers which supplied the hundreds of No-Name gas stations located throughout the Chicago area. Mohammed was well liked on the job, always willing to help, during company picknics his wife would cook up a large portion of traditional Saudi fare, which was very well received by his co-workers and families. What no one knew, not even his wife, is that Mohammed was a �Sleeper� receiving instructions through E-Mail and Arab language Satalite television programs.

Mohammed left the Mosque, and went home to a large meal prepared for him. Weeks before, while watching the latest tape from Osama Bin Laden, certain pictures and phrases had signaled that his long awaited Martyrdom was at hand. Telling his wife he needed some time to think, he went out for a walk, with him was a note with a telephone number he had received years ago. He went to a telephone booth far away from his home and called the number, a voice, in Arabic, began to give him instructions in code, at the close of the conversation he received the blessing for his matyrdom.

Mohammed pulled out of the Gas Depot in East Chicago Indiana, he turned right with the tanker and headed out on US 41. A short while, In Whiting Indiana, he pulled into an abandoned factory where he dropped his trailer and picked up another one. The trailer had been prepared, the 30 or so Mujahadeen that were involved with the preparation had long died from radiation sickness, in the trailer neatly packed between the radioactive Graphite powder were several tons of explosives, this had been a problem for the trailer, however, the loyal engineers had rebuilt the frame and interior so as not to raise any suspicion. Once again he pulled onto US 41, he passed the first sign, Chicago Sky Way 2 Miles.

Mohammed began praying after passing the toll booth, it was December 23rd , and the Sky Way was packed with last minute Christmas shoppers, and people going to there offices to enjoy their Christmas parties. He reached the pinacle of the massive bridge, looked around smiled and hit the hidden switch, the explosion was massive, a large black cloud streaked skyward, the wind started moving the cloud towards the middle of Chicago. The Skyway started to creak, ist massive structure buckled, and down it went, crashing into one of the worlds largest rail heads. By this time every radiation monitor located in Chicago was going off the scale, people ran into the streets to see what happened, after standing in the street awhile people started to notice a fine black dust covering them.

Part 2 will be �The Aftermath�