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Prologue

Both the Old and New Testaments speak of the end of times. In the New Testament, Revelations speaks of four horsemen. They are usually referred to as The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. They are described in Revelation chapter 6, verses 1-8. The Four Horsemen are symbolic descriptions of different events that will take place in the end times. The first horseman of the Apocalypse is mentioned in Revelation 6:2: “I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.” This first horseman likely refers to the Antichrist, who will be given authority and will conquer all who oppose him. The Antichrist is the false imitator of the true Christ, who will also return on a white horse (Revelation 19:11-16). The first horseman is also considered the bringer of pestilence.



In the world of the early 2020s, a little over twenty-five percent of the world’s population was Muslim or just over two billion people. Many had been educated since they were young to hate the West and all Jews.



On June 6th 2016, on the anniversary of D-Day American President Obama gave Iran $2 billion in cash, with the condition that Iran had agreed not to work towards the development of an atomic weapon for ten years. Many in the West thought the Iranian nuclear deal was the only thing keeping the peace in the Middle East. Agreement or not, Iran continued to swear to destroy the ‘Little Satan,’ Israel, and the ‘Great Satan,’ America. They used the $2 billion, not to support their failing economy, but to prepare for the final battle between Islam and the West.



America elected a new president every four years. In 2020, the country, with the media’s massive support, swung to the left. A young, outspoken progressive woman from California was elected as her party’s leader and the leader of the most powerful country in the world. Kamala Harris ran on a position of Medicare for all, increasing taxes, and lowering America’s defense budget. She barely defeated Donald Trump to become the 46th President. She became the first “African American Woman” to become President. Her Vice President, Cory Booker from New Jersey, allowed them to be the first African American team to win the White House.



President Harris announced in her inaugural speech she was extending a hand of peace to America’s enemies. She asked the world for a new period of peace and understanding for all. She also promised a more even-handed approach to the Middle East. One where Israel didn’t receive all of America’s aid. She promised peace in the Middle East during her first term.



Iran’s leaders in Tehran smiled to themselves. They’d finally gotten rid of the American President who had almost single-handedly destroyed their economy for four years, with Trump gone the Iranian currency was bound to rise after it had been devalued four times in five years in the Mullahs’ failed attempts to stem their out of control inflation.



Iran could have spent its bounty from President Obama on improving the lives of their people. Instead, they spent the money on developing weapons of mass destruction and purchasing Russian arms and technology. Iran had learned how to keep its secrets from the Israeli intelligence organization, the Mossad. Years earlier, the Mossad had managed to kill some of Iran’s top nuclear scientists. Iran had a new ally who promised to support Iran’s goals of damaging America. Her new savior was Russia’s President Putin. He too was happy to have Trump out of power. Trump had spent hundreds of billions on rebuilding America’s military. Putin knew President Harris would immediately cut America’s military budget thus allowing Russia to slow down their military investments.



President Putin was hoping President Harris would also quickly act to cut their drilling and fracking so the price of oil would rise again. Putin recruited the members of OPEC to pressure President Harris to reduce America’s fracking which every educated person knew was dangerous to the groundwater, or so his propaganda said. Putin had managed to send over five hundred million to Harris’ campaign so she could put on a last-minute advertising push.



Putin was happy to accept Iran’s American dollars for high-performance surface to air missiles, surface to surface missile technology, and more importantly to Iran, biological weapons (BW) samples and access to the doctors who had developed some of Russia’s most dangerous weapons. Weapons that were invisible and could eat the West’s soul before they realized what had happened to them. Northeast of Tehran, Iran had dug production for chemical and biological facilities at Damghan. They masked their activities from the West’s spies by burying the facilities during reconstruction after a major earthquake destroyed the city. Iran buried a massive 200,000 square foot facility one hundred feet under the city’s soccer field.



The facilities were charged with the development of both Chemical Weapons and Biological Weapons. The Iranians started with and expanded upon Russia’s Cold War BW research. Iran’s population is 95% Shia Muslim so Iran didn’t bat an eye about using Sunni Muslims as test subjects. Iran continued Russia’s militarization of various easily communicable diseases. Iran’s goal was to develop a deadly virus that could survive in the air for at least 72 hours so it could be easily spread. They wanted one which could quickly overwhelm the West.

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Chapter 1

The first horseman of the Apocalypse is mentioned in Revelation 6:2: “I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.” This first horseman likely refers to the Antichrist, who will be given authority and will conquer all who oppose him. The antichrist is the false imitator of the true Christ, who will also return on a white horse (Revelation 19:11-16). The first horseman is also considered the bringer of pestilence.



Damghan, Iran.​

The BW/CW facility director, Babak Mohamed was surrounded by his three top scientists. “How was the last batch of tests on version XZ092I? Our time is running out, the Supreme Leader is growing impatient with us. He continues to remind me of how much he’s invested in our facility and we haven’t anything to show for it yet.”



His head BW scientist Darius Khomeini shook his head. “Sir, the tests didn’t meet our objectives. The latest strain failed to survive without a host for more than 48 hours.”



Babak shook his head, “We’ve calculated we will need at least a 72-hour life so it can survive any contingencies. Many of the Great Satan may not be infected within the targeted time frame. I have given you everything you’ve asked for. I need results, and I need them quickly. Double your efforts, increase your tests.”



“Sir, I have arranged to have the bodies burned and have ordered ten additional ones from the prison complex. Sir, we really need healthy test subjects. If our test subjects are near to death, then we’re not getting true results. We have made great strides in our progress. Developing a completely new strain is taking much longer than we expected. Very ill people don’t represent the Satans.”



Babak was moved by his friend's honest request for help. “I know my friend. I know. I keep asking the prison warden to take better care of the people we’ve identified during our last visit. I will see the moron again and this time threaten to use his wife as a test subject if he doesn’t follow our instructions.”



Darius smiled, “Have you seen his wife? He may thank you for taking her from him. I understand she drives him crazy and he can’t do anything about it because her father is a general in the revolutionary guard. He’s afraid if he doesn’t please the general’s daughter, her father will make him disappear.”



“Ah, that’s very good to know. Do you have information on how to contact his father-in-law? I’d like to give him a call. I’m sure he’ll agree to have a little chat with his son-in-law.”



Both men laughed. Barak patted his friend on his shoulder. “Order your next batch of test subjects. I’ve been told we must have the strain ready to deploy within six months. Our great leader wants to launch the attack on January 20th which is twenty-four months after the whore of a President assumed office. She rushed to launch the takeover of their medical system. Now that it’s in a complete upheaval, the time is right for us to strike. Our Supreme Leader likes the idea of planting the seeds of the Great Satan’s death on the anniversary of a whore taking over her country. We will also need to select a trusted agent who will be the disease’s carrier. Ride your staff harder. 36 hours is good, 48 better, but we need 72 hours in order to meet the parameters we set up. How goes the development of the vaccine to protect our people from the disease?”



“That’s the beauty of the disease. It will die after 72 hours unless it can find a host. As long as we seal our borders, we will be safe.”



“I know the time table, but that doesn’t answer my question about a cure…”



“The cure has turned out to be more difficult than making the disease live for more than 48 hours without a host. We need someone who has a natural immunity so we can use their blood.”



“I don’t care if you have to empty every prison in the country, keep looking. Can the Russians provide any more assistance?”



“I have asked. However, they have a price for any additional assistance…”



Babak shook his head, “Let me guess, they want samples of whatever we develop and the formula in exchange for providing us additional assistance. I’m sure they’ve attempted to manufacture a product similar to ours before they lost most of their funding. I don’t for one moment believe we’re unique in attempting to work on a disease like this.”



“Yes, sir. My fear is if we hand them our samples, they will change the formula leaving us defenseless. My only thought is they tried it and failed. They are very curious about what we’re doing and how much success we’ve made. I agree with you that we can’t trust them.”



“Here’s what we’ll do…”



Darius smiled and nodded his agreement.



Babak paused telling his friend, “Continue your work, but hurry. The Supreme Leader grows inpatient. I have to fly to Tehran and give him an update. He doesn’t understand what’s taking us so long. None of the Council understands science. To them, if we pray to Allah enough, he’ll provide us with the answers we need. We haven’t succeeded yet because we haven’t prayed enough or we’re not worthy enough. I have to attempt to explain again the difficulties in developing a completely new strain, one the Great Satan won’t be able to develop a cure for too quickly.”



“Yes, sir. I understand. To them sitting on their ornate cushions, everything is Allah’s will. What do you want me to do concerning the Russians?”



“Give them what they want if, IF they can provide proof they can help us make the deadline. We both know they have the technology and labs to provide us with the additional resources we need. Their labs are much more advanced than ours will ever be.”



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Since Babak had flown on an Iranian Air Force plane to Tehran there wasn’t anyone to interrupt his work on the flight as he was the only passenger. Plus, there wasn’t any BS about not smoking. He chained smoked through the entire short trip. When his plane landed, he was met by two officers of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard who escorted him to his meeting with Iran’s Supreme Leader, Ali Khamenei.



Babak was shown into a small private meeting room with two cushions and a low table sitting between them. He was offered a small cup of sweet tea and left alone to wait. The walls were covered with ornate tapestries. He knew better than to check his watch because he’d seen the cameras on the ceiling watching him. The guards watched and recorded everyone who met with the Supreme Leader. He had no option except to sit and wait no matter how long it took. He knew the Supreme Leader was upset with him because he’d been left alone for over three hours. He mentally reviewed what he was going to say. He thought he had the perfect answers to Khamenei’s questions when the door opened, and Khamenei entered the small room.



Babak jumped to his feet, bowing deeply at his waist. “Your Highness.”



“I am sorry, but I have very little time today. I want to know why you are failing Allah. We placed great faith in you, and you’re failing us.”



“Your Highness, these things take time, sometimes a lot of time. We are attempting to create something that doesn’t exist naturally. We are…”



“STOP! If you were more devote, Allah would smile on you and you would have supplied us with the weapon he requires to defeat the Great and Little Satans. The council and I are running out of patience. We want to see solid progress within the next eight weeks.”



“Yes, sir. I believe the Russians may hold the final key we require to unlock the formula, I have instructed my staff to contact them…”



“The Russians today are our friends. Tomorrow we will have to deal with them. Be careful what you trade with them. Don’t completely trust them.”



“Sir, allow me to explain my plan.”



“You may have five minutes.”



Khamenei listened and digested the plan. He ended up giving Babak twenty minutes. “My son, all you ask for will be given to you. I believe you have developed a plan which may actually succeed. Can it be completed in six weeks?”



“Sir, we have managed to make the virus live for 48 hours in the air. Our target was 72. This issue comes down to how the virus is encapsulated to survive until it reaches its host.”



“Are you sure 48 hours isn’t enough? If the delivery were moved from a weekend to the start of their work week, 48 hours would seem to be sufficient. Continue your work, I expect to see progress reports every week. I will personally select our agent to carry our gift to Satans.”



“Yes, sir. I will send you weekly reports.”



“Bring them in person. Do not trust any means of communications. The two Satans are very good at intercepting our transmissions. We are too close to risk them intercepting us. This time nothing will stop us from our holy mission.”



“Yes, sir.”



Babak bowed as Khamenei left the small room. Two revolutionary guards led Babak to the military plane waiting to return him to his base. Unknown to either Babak or Khamenei, one of the guards was really a Mossad deep agent. The Israelis had spent fifteen years molding him so he’d fit in. His parents, Iranian Jews had been able to leave Iran right after the fall of the Shah. They were smuggled to Israel where they were given new identities. Their son, Yosef, excelled in sports and his studies. He was recruited into the Mossad at sixteen where he’d been trained to be a deep penetration agent. He trained to the point he could speak Parsi and Arabic as if he’d been born to it. He studied both the Torah and the Quron. Even his accent was perfect. Mossad’s story of his background held up to the Iranian secret police background checks. They’d found the graves the Mossad planted as those of his parents.



Yosef used his IDF and Mossad training to excel in the Revolutionary Guards. He excelled at every test they threw at him. One of the worst tests they gave him was he when was presented with a Mossad spy and told to execute him. Yosef knew the spy, but in order to maintain his cover, he shot the agent between his eyes, instantly killing him with a single shot. He silently prayed to God for forgiveness that night.



His superior officer in the guards wasn’t pleased he’d killed the agent with a single shot. When asked about it, Yosef explained, “Sir, you handed me a weapon and ordered me to kill the spy. I did as ordered. I wanted to ensure he was dead. Hence the shot between his eyes seemed the proper way to execute him.”



His officer smiled. “Yes, you did. You followed my orders to the letter of what I’d ordered. It was my fault for not telling you to wound him a few times before you executed him. Either way, nice shooting.”



Yosef returned home after his duty period. He lived alone in a small apartment in a typical dull gray, aging Tehran apartment complex. He knew he had to get the message to Mossad about who Khamenei had met with. Babak was in the top five of Mossad’s hit list. Yosef had built a hidden communications system so he could secretly send messages to another Mossad agent who would make sure they reached Israel. He had turned the entire apartment building into an antenna array, one he connected to through the cable TV outlet. Like almost everyone in Tehran, he had a computer, his access to the internet was heavily controlled. All he had to do was tune his TV to one of the twenty stations and connect his computer which then sent the message through to an agent who hid in the mountains. This agent’s assignment was to collect signals from various agents in Iran. He then forwarded them to a satellite orbiting over Iran which sent the messages to Mossad’s headquarters.



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Yosef’s signal was one of the hundreds picked up by his control in Mossad’s headquarters in Tel Aviv. All of Yosef’s reports were flagged, so they came directly to the attention of the Deputy Director of Operations, David Moshe. David looked at his computer screen when it pinged, informing him of an urgent encrypted message. He pressed a button to seal his office and inform his staff not to disturb him. Reading that the Director of Iran’s CW and BW programs was meeting with Iran’s Supreme Leader bothered him. He wondered what was going on and what Iran was up to. What are they doing and what part did the damn Russians have in it?



We've watched the Russians sell them advanced weapons, paid for with the money Obama gave them. S-300 and S-400 surface to air missiles. Long range missile guidance technology and most likely nuclear weapons technology. We need more information. We’ve lost ten people trying to gain access to Damghan. We haven’t been able to get close to the damn facility. There has to be a way to figure out a way to see what they’re doing in there. I know my friends over at the IDF would love to bomb the shit out of the place and be done with it. I worry that if we bomb them, we could be releasing who knows what into the atmosphere. I’m not worried about their chemical weapons. The winds blow towards the east so we’d be pissing off Russia and it’ll kill our new under the table agreements with the Saudis. Shit, what should we do?



Chemical weapons are a known entity. Their BW shit is something else. Those damn germs could live for a long time if they’ve been designed to live in the air or even be transmitted through the air. We can’t risk releasing those demons. If Iran is building a stockpile of BW and we release them, we’ll be the ones catching the world’s hell.



How do we get Yosef into the damned facility? I’ll send back a message asking if he has any ideas. He’s in the best place to learn what the hell the devils are doing. Shit, how do we get Yosef into their facility so he can learn what they’re planning?



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Yosef woke at 5AM as was his regular regime. He noticed one of the lights on his stove that usually signals that his oven was on was flashing. The flashing LED signified he had a message waiting for him. He hated using his computer at this hour because many people in his building had an early breakfast before morning prayers. Most didn’t use their television at this hour. He decided that his control wouldn’t have responded unless it was urgent. He checked a weather web site where he noticed a sentence out of order. Most people would read the words in the right order. Their eyes would merely reorder the words and interpret it correctly, without even noticing anything was wrong. He decoded the question wondering how he could gain access to Damghan. He knew almost no one could gain access to the facility unless they had an urgent need to know. He had one idea. He had to be very careful because it could quickly backfire on him. He didn’t relish getting caught. He’d seen what the Revolutionary Guards did to supposed spies. His tongue touched his false last tooth on his upper left side of his teeth. The false filling held his cyanide capsule. All he had to do was bite down which would break the false filling, breaking open the pill which would quickly, and, he’d been told, painlessly kill him. He didn’t look forward to dying, but he knew it was a much better solution then being tortured by the Guards.



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Upon Babak’s return to his lab, he checked on the latest test series. Even he had to pass through the same five levels of security anyone else did. He had had three guards shot because they’d waved him through a checkpoint without checking his ID. He took security very seriously.



Babak stood outside a one-way glass wall watching the men inside. They looked half dead before we even released the damn virus. Americans are healthy. The damn Jews even more so. Their immune systems may laugh off our creation. These prisoners aren’t worth the expense of being test subjects. Babak reached for a wall phone. He called the Savak (Iranian secret police) office. “This is Director Babak. I am on the lower level, quadrant X14A. I want to see the person responsible for securing us our latest test subjects.”



The facility’s security colonel responded, “Sir, he has signed out for the day. Would you like us to retrieve him from his house?”



“Yes! Drag him here if you have to. I want to see him as soon as possible.”



“Yes, sir.” The facility’s Savak officer knew his boss was pissed which meant someone was going to pay a heavy price. He sent six Savak officers to retrieve the manager who was responsible for the test subjects. The manager lived only fifteen km from the facility. The Savak officers broke into his home. They dragged him out in front of his wife without saying a word. His wife thought she’d never see her husband again. Everyone in Iran knew that most people dragged out of their homes by Savak agents were either never seen again or they returned completely changed; they weren’t the same person.

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