"Is this the last cell?" asked Saladin Pasha into his radio, as he stood in the middle of a wrecked concrete room.
Corpses littered the floor, and the stench of death mixed with gunpowder filled the air.
"Yes sir, this is the last of Osiark-Jihad's cells," came the voice of his Lieutenant over the radio.
"Have you checked against both our intel network and what we've intercepted from Mossad?" pressed Saladin.
"Double-checked sir, these guys were not that sophisticated in their operations. Just a bunch of idiots trying to play radicalized smugglers of nuclear materials," scoffed the Lieutenant.
"All right, then. Time to initiate phase two. Have you been successful in establishing contact with any private nuclear power companies?" asked Saladin.
"Yes and no. We managed to get into contact with Albrecht Nuclear Systems, but they've declined to work with us. Instead, they have asked for time to arrange a meeting with another company called Sirius Nuclear," said the Lieutenant.
