Storm Shadow Down:- A USB Story

[Stormtrooper1990]

Many of you are probably aware of the current devastating war in the middle east, that has been raging for the better part of a year. Which was killed tens of thousands of innocent people in Gaza and Lebanon and displaced millions more. This story is based partly on a recent thread in the "Israeli Border Guard" subforum, about the possibility of a female terrorist infiltrating the IDF's Storm Shadow Missile Defence System and destroying it paving the way for a co-ordinated strike on Tel-Aviv. I apologise in advance if this story offends anyone on the board, as it does reflect my own personal views on the current situation. Reader discretion is advised. Here, Hamas militant Latifa Ashrawi herself a young widow and mother in morning is preparing to infiltrate the base, not for her god or even Hamas but for herself and many grieving families torn apart by the war. But first needs a uniform from a IDF sentry...



The Perimeter Fence of the Storm Shadow Missile Defence Complex, 5km outside Tel Aviv, Saturday October 19th 2024 21:00pm


Yawning widely from a mixture of boredom and tiredness at patrolling the same old stretch of perimeter fence over looking a drainage ditch, 21 year old IDF private Alona David stopped for a moment her back to the ditch and took out her smart phone. What's the point of guarding this fence? It's not like Hamas or Hezbollah or even the Iranian's could penetrate this far into the heartland. Besides, we are bombing them back into the stone age and wiping them out. So now's a good a time as any to check my Instagram. As she put in her phone's pin number the light illuminated a pretty heart shaped face, with shallow cheekbones and bright green eyes, her long brown locks tied into a ponytail with a black scrunchie underneath the olive green bowl helmet strapped on her head. This matched the rest of her uniform, one she was proud to wear; an olive green long sleeved tunic with her name in Hebrew on the left breast and "Israeli Defence Forces" opposite, matching trousers and black laced combat boots. Over which was a tactical vest with name, blood group and reloads for her MTAR-21 assault rifle looped over her shoulder. A camouflage shemagh scarf worn about her neck to guard against the chilly night.


Alona smiled seeing the laughing smiling faces of her friends, girls she hadn't seen in a little over a year but routinely kept in touch with. It came as a surprise to her classmates from the University of Tel Aviv, when sociology student and aspiring model Alona had decided to enlist in the IDF since everyone who knew her said she wasn't exactly made out for the army. Even Alona herself would have agreed with them, that was until a year ago. The co-ordinated massacres on kibbutzes and young Israelis in the border regions, had stirred something primal in the young student filling her heart with revenge. I knew some of those students at those music festivals. Damn Muslims, they all deserve to be wiped out no matter if they are young, old, women or children. This land is our land. I only wished I had been part of the big push into Lebanon, get a chance to kill a militant or anyone who's wearing a rainbow. But no I'am stuck guarding a fence. Shaking the thoughts from her head, Alona was just about to message her best friend Ziva when she suddenly felt a hand clamp around her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise then another pulling up on her helmet. Alona didn't have chance to panic as her head was violently wrenched back, her vertebrae parting with a vicious audible crack. With a muffled grunt, she slumped dead into her killers arms.


"Hush, little Jewess." 24 year old Latifa Ashrawi whispered into the dead soldiers ear, dragging her dead weight down into the ditch towards the privacy of a culvert. Latifa felt nothing except save perhaps a sense of justice snuffing out the life of the pretty if stupid little sentry, a girl who obviously had been too used to a life of safety in Tel Aviv. She who never had to dig out the broken bodies of her husband Mohammed or one year son, Rafi after an American made bomb was dropped on their home by Israeli jets in the first days of the war, a year past. And for what? For the crime of having a senior Hamas commander living just down the street. Latifa had lost her faith in Allah that day and joined Hamas for the sole purpose of avenging herself on the Israeli oppressor. A product of an IDF officer who had raped her mother, Latifa had always resented her dirty Israeli blood, taking her mothers name and so had many others in their district always suspicious of her loyalties, but had never felt compelled to change the situation. Latifa had made a good life for herself, becoming a charge nurse at the Al Shifa hospital and marrying the love of her life, Mohammed a doctor. The couple had a son, Rafi and Latifa had felt the joy of becoming a mother. But then the war started, the Israeli's first took her job from her by bombing the hospital then her life by taking her family. Now she was returning the favour in kind, and this sentry was the first of many. Latifa had taken her life and was now going to take her dignity too by stealing her uniform.


Propping up the body of the dead sentry in the culvert, Latifa reached around the girl's neck yanking off her ID tags. "Hmm? Alona David, Private, O positive..." She said reading the tag in Hebrew before looping it over her head. "Well that's my name for the moment." Latifa then stripped the clothing she had stolen from Ariel Harmatz, one of the hostages taken last year. The girl happened to be her size and was a dead ringer for Latifa, bearing her rounded features, stone grey eyes and long jet black hair. Posing as another hostage, Latifa befriended her and studied her mannerisms, her history before strangling her. Taking the girls identity and clothing, she had infiltrated Tel Aviv in the latest round of prisoner exchanges during the last ceasefire. Latifa had spent the last few months living as a Jewish woman, attending synagogue, wearing her clothes and going to work before she had been activated for this decisive strike, against the Storm Shadow Missile Defence System. Soon these oppressors will now what fear his and experience what justice really is. Hamas, in a surprising change of tactics had began to recruit women following the losses it had sustained in the past year of men. These women, herself included were known as Mu'mina or believers were trained in disguise and infiltration. Hamas had recognised that the Jews, much like the west gave their women more freedoms and this could be exploited. Latifa's codename was Maryam, the mother of the Prophet. The very first warrior for a new type of warfare in the middle east. Her mission was simple, infiltrate the base and destroy the equipment. Then signal using a burner phone a co-ordinated missile attack on Tel Aviv by Hamas, Hezbollah and Iran. Now completely naked, Latifa began to undress the dead Alona.


Closing the cold dead eyes of her victim, Latifa removed the woman's helmet, scarf, gloves, tactical vest and boots along with her black cotton ankle socks. Unbuttoning the soldiers tight tunic revealed c-cup breasts underneath an olive green cropped vest, nipples stiff peaking underneath the thin fabric. Having lost her sense of squeamishness when she had to dig out her own family, Latifa pulled the vest up over the dead girls head getting a good look at the young soldiers young buoyant breasts, with puffy dark pink areolas. After pulling on the undervest, she unfastened Alona's trousers peeling them off her slender hips and down her long dancers legs before whipping off the black hipster shorts from between her thighs, exposing a small trimmed vulva crowned with a trimmed strip if dark brown pubic hair. Latifa knew she didn't have to take the underwear, but a part of her the vengeful side of her wanted Alona to be found like this, stripped and humiliated. Her side, the so called victims have done worse to us.


She quickly got dressed in the soldiers uniform, appraising the young naked corpse before her, the bruising around the throat marring her otherwise beautiful athletic form. You are much too young to be following the orders of a genocidal madman. You should be out there, chasing your lover or parting but no you chose this life and your death is on you. "I'am not sorry, you deserve this fate and I would love to see the looks your friends faces when they find you." She said to the pretty corpse, loosening her scrunchie adopting her ponytail hiding her blank features behind a curtain of hair. Putting on the soldiers helmet, then packing her explosives into the soldiers pack looping it over her shoulder along with Alona's rifle, Latifa hopped out of the culvert walking towards the base gates leaving the body of Alona David in the darkness.



Storm Shadow Missile Defence Complex, 21:25pm


"Slalom, sister. So you've finally finished your evening patrol? What's next for you?" Asked the young male soldier greeting her as his partner another woman opening the barrier. Latifa flashed them a warm smile. "I'am going to hit the shower, wash the sand from my hair then catch up on Stranger Things season 4." She replied confidently in Hebrew, despite it not being her native language but she knew it well thanks to her training. In fact, Latifa had never even seen season 1 but it was Ariel's favourite show. She would never shut up about it, talking about how much she missed it. That and her family, who were killed last year. The female nodded. "Damn, I still need to catch up with season three." The male guard laughed. "Ha! That's what you get for the sergeant catching you watching it on duty, Aila!" Joining in on the joke while Alia went bright red, Latifa bade them farewell before going deeper into the base.


Latifa knew that her next move was to acquire the uniform of an officer, preferably one of lieutenant or above. A simple grunt soldier like Alona wouldn't have access to the control room but an officer might. Stopping opposite the control room building, an impressive two storey structure with a giant radar dome on the top, Latifa observed a young woman emerge from the large double entrance doors, clutching a pack of cigarettes. A filthy habit but one that provides me with an opportunity... She was an attractive woman, possibly just a little bit older than Latifa with slightly squared features prominent cheekbones and deep sapphire blue eyes. Under her green beret, her ash blonde hair was cut short in a pixie cut. She was wearing a similar uniform to the late Alona, except without the tactical vest, the rank markings on her shoulder epaulettes identifying her as a lieutenant. On her right hip was holstered an M9 Beretta handgun. Latifa grinned as the woman disappeared down a dark alley beside the building. Time for a promotion.. Picking up the pace, Latifa readied her punch knife following close behind the young Lieutenant.

Darkened Alleyway 21:40pm

Lieutenant Dalia Halevi sighed with pleasure, taking a long drag from her cigarette feeling the nicotine flow to her brain. So far it's been a quiet night, thank god. Maybe we've got lucky and the Muslims have run out of rockets? Heh, that won't stop us shelling them. Not until there are none left to fire those rockets. Leaning against the dumpster, Dalia noticed a young private face partially concealed in shadow approach her. "Slalom, ma'am." The young girl saluted leaning next to her. "It's a nice clear night for once." Dalia chuckled taking out her cigarette packet. "And a cold one. Here something to warm you up?" She offered the packet to the private, who accepted putting one in her mouth. Dalia knew of a few officers who didn't mix too well with the enlisted but she was known for her informal command style. "So are you new, soldier?" I haven't seen you around here before." She asked the private lighting her cigarette. The woman took a drag, blowing out a stream of blue smoke. "I'am Private Alona David, I have just transferred here from the Jerusalem border post." Dalia's blood ran cold, she remembered Private David. Not exactly a model soldier but a good woman nonetheless. This woman was not her but was wearing her uniform. She gently reached for her sidearm. "Really? Because I only recently chewed you out for playing on your smartphone while on duty. You aren't her?! Who are you!?" Before the lieutenant could react, the soldier dropped her cigarette quickly whipping round with a flash of steel gripped in her right hand. The next thing Dalia heard was the sickening sound of a blade piercing her trachea and vocal cords, the soldier grimly smiled clamping a hand over her mouth. Eyes full of cold hatred boring into her.


"No, I'am not Private David. She's dead naked in a ditch. I'am Latifa Ashrawi, wife to a murdered husband, mother to a murdered son and I will have my revenge." She said evenly to the dying officer who was choking on her on blood, whimpering into Latifa's hand. As a nurse, she knew that stabbing the woman through the neck would sever the vocal cords, and wouldn't cause too much bleeding allowing her to strip the uniform without worrying about blood. Cocking her head with morbid curiosity, Latifa watched the lieutenant shudder her last before finally going limp in her grip, the light leaving her bright blue eyes. Leaving her blade wrenched in the woman's neck, Latifa let her slide down the dumpster as she stripped off Private David's uniform.



Feeling the cool evening air on her bare skin, Latifa started to strip the dead Lieutenant whose name was Dalia Halevi according to her identity tags. Unbuttoning the woman's tunic revealed lush C-cup breasts emphasised by a white lace plunge bra, decorated with a little bow between the cups. Slipping off the shirt from the lieutenant's shoulders, Latifa reached around her back unclipping her bra exposing her well formed breasts with perky pink areolas. After snapping on Dalia's bra, finding it quite comfortable she unlaced the woman's boots pulling off her feet along with her white ankle socks before unfastening her trousers, working them off her hips and down her long tanned legs. Caring nothing for the modesty of the dead Jew, Latifa whipped off the matching lace thong from between her thighs, catching a glimpse of Dalia's full trimmed vagina topped with a triangle of ash blonde pubic hair.


Once she had dressed in the lieutenant's uniform, setting the beret over her head Latifa retrieved her plunge knife from Dalia's thoat with a wet sucking sound leaving her throat a red ruin, wiping the blade on her bare shoulder. Then she took the lieutenant's gun, raking back the slide before holstering it. Scooping the corpse into her arms, the former nurse noticed her gold wedding band on her left index finger. " Now your husband will now my pain, Dalia." She said dispassionately tipping the body into the dumpster like a rubbish bag, taking the ring off her finger and putting it on herself to complete the disguise. Tossing in Alona's uniform and gun, Latifa closed the dumpster lid then looped her bag full of explosives over her shoulder, leaving the alley.


The Storm Shadow Missile Defence Complex, Control Room 21:50pm


The Lieutenant's key card got her in without any fuss, and Latifa made her way to the missile defence control room on the second floor. She found the building relatively deserted, save for a few IDF grunts who flashed her salutes and greetings. Maintaining her cover, she returned them without raising any suspicion having learned IDF procedures from captured soldiers during their interrogation. Taking a deep breath, steeling herself for the tripas ahead Latifa ascended the to the second floor. She knew that this was going to be likely a suicide mission but she had already made peace with that. Latifa was ready to martyr herself not for Allah or even Hamas but so she could meet her family in heaven once more. And to finally gain a small measure of justice against the people of Israel and their war mongering leader Netanyahu. Whose death could very well tip the scales in their favour. Finding herself just outside the door to the control room, Latifa shook the thoughts go the back of her mind. I'am getting ahead of myself, I need to complete the mission first. Scanning the Lieutenant's keycard, she waited for the light to flash green before entering.



The missile defence control room was a large room, manned by three IDF radar operators sat at a central console; one manning the radar system a young redheaded woman and two men; one checking the satellite images while the other sat at the terminals control computer. They were overlooking a large digital screen, with a map of Israel highlighted in blue and Gaza, the West Bank, Iran and Lebanon shining red, blue arrows pointing at them indicating the progress of IDF ground forces. She readied her stolen Beretta as the man in front of her, a technical sergeant turned to greet her.


"Good evening, Lieutenant." The sergeant a sallow skinned dark haired man saluted as she approached, the other two followed suit which Latifa quickly returned. "It's been all quiet so far." He smiled turning back to his station. The militant calmed unholstered the Beretta, pointing it directly behind his head. "Don't worry, I will take things from here." She replied pulling the trigger. The back of sergeants head exploded with a cloud of red, and before the other two operators could get out of their chairs Latifa fired two more shots hitting both IDF soldiers square between the eyes. The woman lay slumped over her console while the man had fallen out of his onto the carpeted floor.


Knowing that she was living on borrowed time, since those shots would have been heard by every Israeli in the building Latifah worked first. Taking out the dongle with the computer virus from her bag, Latifa hauled the sergeant's body from the chair then quickly uploaded the virus hearing red warning sirens emerge from the ceiling. Well, if they didn't know I were hear before. They do now... Then taking out her burner phone, she dialled her handlers number holding it to her ear. "Lightbringer! I repeat Lightbringer! Bring fire to the infidels!" The male voice replied. " Allah Hoo Akbar! Good work, Latifa. They will know Allah's vengeance. My you go with god's grace and see your family again." Smiling Latifa hung up then set her explosives around the control console, then strapped the remainder on her belly clutching the detonator with her left hand and handgun with her right. Taking cover behind the control console, Latifa prepared for her final stand, looking at the picture of her family one last time. My sweet boys. I will soon be with you, away from this blighted world. The sound of hammering from the door, snapped her attention back to the present. Peering over the side, Latifa aimed her Beretta.


The young widow could see the silhouettes of four IDF troops beyond the door, one them had a 12 gauge Remington MCS90 Shotgun. She could see that he had given up on trying the key card reader, a loud bang indicating he had blown it off forcing the door open. The shotgunner then heedlessly charged in, raking back the pump on his weapon but Latifah was ready for him. She fired two shots into his sternum just above his tactical vest. The shotgunner cried in pain, dropping his shotgun before dropping to the deck unmoving blood pooling around him. His fall had shocked and unbalanced the woman behind him, who Latifah had put down wth a double tap to her head. She slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind her. The third had managed to get it a burst with his CTAR-21 bull pup rifle, but Latifah shot him twice once in the vest to unbalance him followed by a round to the shoulder, his blood spraying. Roaring with pain, he dropped to the ground clutching his shoulder. Latifah laughed despite her situation. I'am not dead? Perhaps god wants to live? The cruel bastard. It was when the last man had stormed in her luck would finally run out.



Before she could train her pistol on the last soldier, the man's rifle flashed three times the first shot went wide but Latifa felt two wet thunks bowling onto her back, one in her left shoulder the other in her right hip. Knowing this was finally the end, the young widow gripped the detonator tight sitting up against the control column. She waited until the soldier had rounded the corner, his gun raised. "Give it up! You don't have to die here!" He shouted firmly. Latifa shook her head, blood trickling from her mouth. "Well that's were your wrong. We are both going to die here but so will your city. I thank you for sending me to my family, aallah lays eazimann , family is greater." Seeing the detonator in her hand, the soldier started to run to the exit. "Bomb!" He cried as Latifa pressed the detonator and the whole world went white. In those final moments, the grieving widow saw the faces of her family and finally felt peace.



The Residence of the Prime Minister, Central Tel Aviv Same Moment



Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, awoke to the sound of explosions outside his bedroom window. Leaving his wife in bed he rushed to the window seeing a scene of devastation. Hundreds of bright streaks cut through the starry night sky, only to land destroying whole city blocks. What?! How could this happen! Where are our defences! He thought frantically as the door open to reveal a member of his security detail who was breathing heavily. "Sir! We have a situation! We are under attack! And I have been ordered to move you to safety." The prime minister advanced on the young man. "From who, dammit?! Hamas, Hezbollah? Or is it the Iranians again?" The bodyguard shook his head. "From all sides!" He cried eyes full of panic. Netanyahu let out an impatient sigh. "Pull yourself together, man! What of Storm Shadow?" The young bodyguard looked nervous for a moment. "Er...Storm Shadow is down! By all accounts they hit that first. Now sir we really must leave for the bunker, immediately!" Netanyahu stood his ground, his wife appearing by his side. "Impossible! We are not going anywhere until you tell me how--" Suddenly there was a loud bang from above them as an Hamas rocker detonated above their, burying them in rubble. Whatever the prime minister was going to ask lost to the explosions that levelled Tel Aviv that night.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Private Alona David, posing for the camera before her fateful run in with Latifa.


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what a prick you are Storm

This reply is just intended to remember that our board doesn't support or condone terrorist actions of palestinian movements


Like some members do

[Stormtrooper1990]

what a prick you are Storm

This reply is just intended to remember that our board doesn't support or condone terrorist actions of palestinian movements


Like some members do

Oh dear!

It looks like someone has missed the point yet again. But that's not surprising.

This story is not about condoning terrorism but about the futily of conflict and about remembering how war changes people and not for the better. It's about how this scenario could be possible if something isn't done to stop the bloodshed, on both sides.


But for for a bigoted fool like yourself, I expected this would go over your head. It's just a story, no need to get yourself so excited.

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As matter of fact this short tale does condone terrorism

And you are lucky you never saw me angry

[Stormtrooper1990]

As matter of fact this short tale does condone terrorism

And you are lucky you never saw me angry

What are you some counter terrorism expert now? Because I resent those accusations coming from you! I watched the twin towers fall, I saw the aftermath of London 07/07 and the Manchester bombings. I hate terrorism as much as you do! So how dare you, you insufferable fascist moron for accusing me of condoning terrorism!


I resent both the state of Israel and Hamas for carrying on their little war while innocents are in the crosshairs and for turning successive generations of their youth into killers. What happened to the jews during the holocaust doesn't excuse the genocide they are committing now on innocent people. Honestly the world would be a better place if neither existed at all and they all lived in peace in the same land together. But you can blame my people, the British for giving the jews the land and then being powerless as they effectively destroyed a Palestinian nation that had existed for centuries. Then as a thank you, they turned on us just because we were trying to keep the peace.


Oh and before you get on your high horse, do you remember my story. Escape to Gaza:- The Ballard of Layla and Nabila Sheheed ? You had no qualms then. And then Nadja's presequel Heart of Darkness ? Or is your memory really that bad.

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Oh and before you get on your high horse, do you remember my story. Escape to Gaza:- The Ballard of Layla and Nabila Sheheed ? You had no qualms then. And then Nadja's presequel Heart of Darkness ? Or is your memory really that bad.

I tolerated your previous short tales supporting Hamas because you posted them months BEFORE the 7 october 2023, namely before the most horrific terrorist event of our lifetimes

This short tale of yours is a monunent of ignominy in the board

[Stormtrooper1990]

Oh and before you get on your high horse, do you remember my story. Escape to Gaza:- The Ballard of Layla and Nabila Sheheed ? You had no qualms then. And then Nadja's presequel Heart of Darkness ? Or is your memory really that bad.

I tolerated your previous short tales supporting Hamas because you posted them months BEFORE the 7 october 2023, namely before the most horrific terrorist event of our lifetimes

This short tale of yours is a monunent of ignominy in the board

Again you show your ignorance. If you remember Layla and Nabila were NOT Hamas. They were innocents falsely arrested by the brave fascists of the IDF and escaped by giving the IDF girls their just punishments.

But you like the flag waving right wing asshole you are, thinks every Palestinian is a terrorist whether they are women or children.


And you are wrong again. The World Trade Centre attack remains the worst terrorist atrocity of the 21st century. Get your facts right, moron!


By the way how is the girls Assassin from Palustrine? Is she still killing IDF girls and stealing their boots? Who's condoning terrorism now?


No my hypocritical friend, you represent the ignominy of this board. So get back into your box.

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Storm, my friend, I offer you my most sincere thanks and gratitude

You know, being foreigner and even worse locked down in a tiny town of southern Italy, I lacked the information to explore the reasons why once proud people willingly traded themselves to become the western north korea and submit to a recognizable tyrannical government policy of two tiers

But after knowing you I can see the big picture, so I can only say thank you from the bottom of my heart

[Stormtrooper1990]

Storm, my friend, I offer you my most sincere thanks and gratitude

You know, being foreigner and even worse locked down in a tiny town of southern Italy, I lacked the information to explore the reasons why once proud people willingly traded themselves to become the western north korea and submit to a recognizable tyrannical government policy of two tiers

But after knowing you I can see the big picture, so I can only say thank you from the bottom of my heart

What the hell are you talking about? More inane gibberish? Maybe you should lay down and get your head looked at before you embarass yourself further.


Look, let's agree to disagree and let the members of the board make their own conclusions. After all we both don't speak for them.