The Rainbow Factory
The non-descript Arabian Engineer moved along the corridor, his every move watched by overseers. Screaming could be heard in the distance, of those poor foals who wouldn’t make it, as there is no escape in the middle of the Siberian Plains. The Rainbow Factory was the principle factory in the Union, and was top-secret to all but the satellites above.
As he passed a zone not covered by cameras, the stallion picked up the shipments from the hole, and kept moving at the same pace. He turned into the lunch hall, spotting his fellow members, and slipped the one each of the “shipments”. These brown packages were not empty. They were concealing brand-new Uzis, straight from a shot-down soviet transport in Afghanistan. Ready to help bring about the will of Allah. Ready to help the three ruin the Solar Empress’s hopes of “World Revolution”. The Three left the room, and headed to the control center, on their usual shifts. They climbed the stairs, and opened the doors.
Ivan turned around to see his replacements walk through the door early, then froze as he realized what they were carrying. “О, черт!” As the bullets ripped through the room, he jumped desperately to the red “alert” button. His final act was to alert the Spetznaz border guards of the threat.
“ALLAH ACKBAR!” screamed the Engineer, as his Uzi cut down the helpless control room crew. An alarm screamed through the facility, but he ignored it as he rushed towards the control panel. He had 7 minutes, more than enough time. His hooves hammered the keyboard as he rerouted all the rainbows to the mass grave field. He then prayed to Allah to do the rest. Allah obligated. A delivery truck on its way with more pegasi hit a telephone pole, witch ignited the whole field of Rainbows into the biggest Inferno since the N1 Rocket Explosion 20 years before.
“SIR!”
“Yes Lieutenant?”
“Look at this!”
“Oh crap, that’s a big fire the Ruskies have”
Comrade Princess, Comrade Sergetov to see you!
Come in, what is the matter Comrade?
Comrade Princess Applejack, as the Energy Minister, I have never faced a worse disaster! The whole Rainbow Factory complex on the border of Arabia has been destroyed by sabotage! We must call the politburo together! The Empress too!
I agree. Thank you, Comrade Sergetov. Report to the Politburo by 12’o clock tomorrow. We will have refreshments.
Thank You, Comrade Princess. I hope by refreshments she means vodka…
