User Guide

STORY & CHARACTERS
Josef woke. The dark cell walls were still there, so was the chair where in which he had been beaten. His bed was as
uncomfortable as it looked. He thought it had may have lice but that was the last thing on his mind.
The cuts on Josef’s face had stopped bleeding but the bruises on his chest were larger and darker than before. Then he heard
the sound again.
Footsteps. The sound of footsteps was moving towards his cell. Josef’s pulse quickened, two men were coming down the hallway
that lead to his cell.
The metal cell door swung open with a clang and white light flooded the small room. Flinching from the light, he tried desperately
to look at the man in the doorway, silhouetted in the doorframe.
Slowly the large figure spoke, "Josef, it is I, your uncle". Josef’s heart froze. Uncle Jach! Jach Priboi was here; the head of the
family was here. Jach Priboi stepped forward, his hands clasped behind his back. Closing his eyes, Jach lowered his head.
"Who did you call, Josef? Who? What did you tell them?" Jach asked gently.
"Uncle" Josef stammered. "I called no-one, I mean, it could have been anyone" Josef was panicking. "It must have been that
Government agent, you know how hard-up Moscow is, they pay them nothing, they’ll sell anything, to anyone!"
"Wrong answer, Josef" Jach whispered. His right hand moved into view, it held a claw hammer.
Turning the hammer in his hand, Jach looked up. He smiled and a gold tooth gleamed. "My trademark, the hammer." Jach added
Josef began to scream.
Located just outside Washington, the Pentagon’s elite counter nuclear terrorist unit had traced the call back to a cell phone. The
report placed the call in downtown Tallinn, capital of Estonia. Part of the former Soviet Union, Estonia lies between next to the
Baltic Sea, with Russia to the east. The cell phone was still on and its location was being tracked by satellite.
Major Anya looked up briefly from the report. She paused. The caller knew about the deaths of 6 marines and the battlefield nuke
they had been guarding. He knew about the storage depot in Germany and he knew how the security systems were brought down.
Nobody outside of the President and the top echelon of military intelligence knew this data. Not the Press, not on the Internet, no
one, she thought.
The caller said he knew who had taken it and why. He was due to call yesterday, to discuss payment terms, how to ‘proceed with
our relationship’, his words, but today nothing. He hadn’t called. This guy has been taken, Anya decided.
No more time to wait, Anya thought. Her monitor held the deployment of personnel, as usual, no-one local, not with the skill set
this operation required.
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