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Hello my name is Lucasdwi. Welcome to my article. I go to school in thye U.S.A. Here is a story of mine. If you have any comments please email me at lucasdwi@gmail.com Yruy Levin was wearing a black leisure suit and had his black hair neatly combed. His black shoes padded softly on the rich and plush carpet. The hallway had no windows and only a little light that was lighting up pictures. Yruy recognized a few of the painters, Nikolai Alexeeve, Vladamir Borovikovsky, and a few Peval Fedotov. There were also some sculptures of people, Yruy saw one of them was of Mikhail Gorbachev. The rest of them he guessed were old family members. He finally reached the end of the long hallway and knocked on an old oaken door. A gruff voice grunted, “Come in.” Yruy opened the door and found himself in what appeared to be an office. There was a large desk that had a lamp on it. The window behind the desk showed a beautiful view of a sunset over Moscow. There were two chairs, one behind the desk and one in front. There were some more paintings and also a burning stone fireplace. Yruy’s shoes clacked on the white marble floor. Yruy saw the man was looking at the sunset. He turned around and faced Yruy. The man appeared to be in his upper forties and had a white tuxedo on with a fat cigar in one hand and a glass of Vodka in the other. He put the cigar into an ashtray and stuck out his hand. “Stanek Garovnick.” Yruy looked at the outstretched hand that had several ornate rings on the fat fingers. He clasped the hand in a firm handshake and replied, “Yruy Levin.” Stanek waved his hand vaguely at the empty chair. Yruy sat down and let his body sink into the overstuffed chair. Stanek went over to a wall. He pressed a button and said, “You can come now.” He turned back around and sat down. After a few minutes of the fire crackling and Stanek sipping his drink two big men came in. One was carring two brown briefcases and the other had a suit case. “Just put them on the desk,” Stanek ordered. Neither of the men spoke a word as they placed their luggage onto the large desk. One man unlocked the first case and stood back. Stanek stood up and opended the briefcase. Yruy would have gasped if this had been his first assignment. “300,000,000 ruble notes freshly printed. You will get it all when you report that the mission is accomplished.” Stanek motioned to the first guard; the guard unlocked the second briefcase. Stanek opened it and said, “State of the art computer with one purpose.” He paused dramatically, “to hook up to the explosives and put a timing device on them, no beeping, or other noticeable noises. The password is 3*/42m. Don’t forget it because the explosives will self destruct upon typing the wrong password.” Stanek unzipped the first compartment of the suitcase. “That brings us to these; do you know what they are?” Yruy replied, “TNT?” “Yes, but these sticks of TNT have a special shell filling called cyclotrimethylenetrinitra- mine. Have you heard of it?” “No I haven’t.” “Didn’t think so, you might recognize it as hexogen, RDX, cyclonite, and T4. Any way, it intensifies the TNT so you want to be out of there as fast as you can,” Stanek explained. “Now that brings us to the last part of the meeting.” Stanek opened up the other compartment and said, “Here we have a standard PB/6P9 silenced Makarov double action pistol. It holds 8 shots and weighs 970 grams without rounds. This one is brand new and is already loaded. The next item is a black belt that holds 24 rounds for your Makarov. The rounds are in the belt already. Any questions?” Yruy replied, “Yes. What is my mission?” Stanek chuckled. “Ah yes my memory seems to run out these days.” Stanek put his hand back into the suitcase and came out with a detailed blueprint. At the top in bold letters it said CENTURION. “Centurion? Isn’t that an ancient roman officer in the army?” Yruy asked. “Well, yes, but not in this case,” replied Stanek. “In this case it is a historical re-creation a of an American cruise ship. It is a simple ship. It has three engines plus one back up. It is also extremely technologically advanced. All of the doors will automatically seal around that area when a smoke detector goes off. So you will need to tap into the security and turn off the alarms.” Stanek stopped and though about what he was going to say next, “Now, what you will do is go down to Archangelsk were the tourists will spend a night. You will go onto the boat and conduct your business. Oh and here are all of your papers. They include passports in case something goes astray, fraudulent ID cards, a fraudulent ticket onto the ship, and an administration pass. Oh and your new, but fraudulent, last name is Gorgavitch. The administration pass will allow you to go anywhere on the ship as if you were an inspector.” Stanek paused and thought. Yruy asked, “Why exactly am I blowing up an American cruise ship?” Stanek pondered for a little bit and replied, “You are attacking the cruise ship because we have a reason to believe that the captain has the plans for Russia’s big secret. Alternative fuel options that we were planning to sell to the world at a later date.” Yruy mulled that over in his mind, “When do I leave for the Port?” Stanek replied, “There is a limousine in front that will bring you to Port Archangelsk. Once you get there the ship will leave at 1400 hours. Good luck.” Yruy shook his hand again and picked up his luggage. When he got to the front door a guard said, “All of the money will be at your house when you get back.” Yruy nodded his head and walked out into Russia’s cold night. The powerful wind almost toppled Yruy over. The snow whipped his bare face as he walked to the waiting vehicle. The driver stepped out and took the luggage from Yruy. Yruy said his thanks and got into the warmed limousine. He asked the driver, “How long will it take to get to the port?” “Oh, about 8 hours. So if I were you I would get some sleep.” Yruy lied down and almost immediately went to sleep. When he woke up it was 1200 hours. Only two hours left Yruy thought. “I see you are awake. It will only be about an hour now,” the driver said. Yruy nodded and looked out the window. It was still pretty dark out but he could make out shapes of trees. By looking at the windshield he could tell it was still snowing. Yruy decided to look at the Centurion plans. Finally the car stopped and Yruy got out. He saw the Centurion for the first time for real. It was a grand ship with three smokestacks. The ship was all white. It had several layers that were all different rooms. Yruy looked at his watch and it said 1349. Great timing he thought. He started to walk onto the ship’s gangplank when a guard stepped in front of him. “May I please look at passport and ticket,” the guard said in broken English. Yruy shuffled through all the papers he had and pulled out the ticket. The guard ripped off the part that said 1400: Archangelsk Port. Yruy then pulled out his passport. The guard scanned the passport then asked, “You Russian?” Yruy thought weather or not to tell him but then replied, “Yes.” “Имейте хороший день сэр(Have a good day sir),”said the guard. Yruy replied, “Я буду спасибо (I will, thanks).” Yruy walked up the gangplank and onto the deck. Yruy saw there was a swimming pool on deck (probably not in use when they were this far north) and some outdoor dining areas. Yruy looked at his plans and found where the command room was. He went there and found the captain getting the boat ready to go. Yruy walked up to him and asked, “What is your next destination?” The captain turned around and said, “Bergen Norway.” Yruy nodded then asked, “How fast does this boat travel?” “The Centurion travels about 100 mph,” replied the captain. Yruy said good bye and left the room. He went to the room designated for him and unlocked the door. It was a comparatively nice room compared to the last room he had had. There were three 10” portholes on the wall facing the ocean. The ocean was fairly calm and the ship did not rock in the least. The bunk bed was obviously mass produced, it was made of a stained wood and had several blankets. The comforter had small anchors and fish on it. There was a desk that had rope around the edge so that items wouldn’t fall of as easily when the boat rocked. There was a visible panel on the wall where you could hook up your lap top and use the internet, for a price, of course. There was also a clock on the desk that was shaped like a fish. There were no paintings on the wall but the wall itself had wallpaper with little ships around the edge. Yruy sat down at the desk and took out a piece of paper and a pencil. He drew a small map of the area from Archangelsk to Bergen. He then drew a dotted line to show the path of the ship that would be the quickest. Then he made an X where it would be the best place to follow out his job. After that he measured and found about how many miles the X was from Archangelsk He then divided that by 100. He found out that it would be eight and a half hours before he would carry on. He looked at his watch, “1436”. So he would wait until about 0700, then he would finish his job. 0700, Yruy thought, that is a good time. It is right when breakfast is served at the dining hall. Yruy decided that he would get some sleep before continuing, so he set the alarm on the clock for 0600. Yruy woke to the annoying shrill alarm. He couldn’t find the off button so he just ripped the cord out from the wall. He then got changed and put his special belt on. He then put the pistol on the inside pocket of his jacket. He took a black laundry bag from a small closet in one of the walls. He put the specially made TNT sticks in it and tied it to his briefcase. He went to his desk and looked for the most direct route to the engine room on the blue print. He found a small hallway for the crew that lead from one side of the ship to the other. He would just have to get to the back of the boat and go into the crew’s quarters. But first things first. He went to the command room and went up to the captain. “I have reason to believe that your alarms are not working,” Yruy stated. “And why is that?” The captain asked. “Because I was smoking just underneath one a few moments ago.” “Oh really, I thought that we got the most sensitive kind. I better call the maintenance crew up,” sighed the captain. “No,don’t. There isn’t a reason to disturb their only break time. I can fix it right here if you want me to,” Yruy lied. “Well if you say so but I will need to see some sort of proof that you have knowledge in this field.” Yruy looked through all of papers for the one that would win over the captain. He found one that had the name of a business that had made computers for boats. Hended it to the captain and waited. “Well it looks real. So………..Yes you can do it,” the captain said warily. Yruy nodded and went over to one of the computers. He double clicked on the icon that said “Security” and had a picture of a police man. It brought up a screen with hundreds of folders. He pressed Ctrl-F and typed “Smoke Alarms”. It brought him to a row of folders marked “Smoke Alarms 1, 2, and 3.” Yruy figured that the boat was built in sections then put together, therefore each section was numbered. He double clicked on “Smoke Alarms 1”. This brought up a picture with yellow dots scattered on what looked like the first third of the ship. He double clicked on one and switched the power from on to off. Then clicked “Apply to All”. He then did this for the other two sections. When he was done he went back to all of the folders and searched for lifeboats. He saw a folder called, “Lifeboats”. He double clicked it and it cam up to a picture with all of the lifeboats. He double clicked one and it showed a red line that went to a fuel tank in the center of the ship near the engines. Yruy figured it was a gas line that every motor got fuel from. He turned the fueling machine on and got out of the folders. He stood up and said, “Well I’m done, so I will be going to join my family for lunch.” They shook each others hand and Yruy left. He checked his watch 0636. Good, he thought, plenty of time. He went to the deck and looked toward what used to be shore. He couldn’t even make out the shore line. He started top walk to the other end of the boat to the crew’s quarters. He only ran into a couple of people who had already finished their meal. After he finally got to the crew’s quarters, he opened the door and was immediately intercepted by a crew member. “Do you have an ID sir?” Yury calmly took out the fake ID and handed it to the member. The man looked at it and handed it back, “Sorry about that Mr. Gorgavitch, can’t be too careful.” Yruy smiled understandingly, “Don’t worry about it.” Yruy then went down some stairs and into the small hallway that stretched the length of the boat. He walked down the hallway looking for the engine room. He finally found it after 15 minutes, white block print across the steel door that said, “ENGINE/FUELING ROOM” Yruy opened the door and stepped into the room. There was a loud thrumming noise that filled the room from the six engines, three against each wall. In the back of the wall there was a large black stainless steel cylinder. It was about 20 feet in diameter. There was a small computer screen on it that showed a small cylinder that was almost full and a blinking message read, “Motor boats done fueling.” Yruy exited it and brought up another screen that showed each motor boat. He clicked on the one that was closest to the crew’s quarters. He scanned the screen and found a button that said “Manual Launching”. Yruy turned it on and then got off the computer. He looked at his watch, “0647”. Ripped the ;laundry bag open and opened the briefcase. He took two bundles and put them on either side of each engine and then put one next to the engine closest to the fueling tank and looked for a good spot on the fueling tank. He found a flap that opened to refill the tank. He jammed one in there. Yruy went to the computer and turned it on. It blinked and said, Password:” Yruy typed “3*/42m”. The screen blinked a gain and said, “Please connect explosives to the output cable.” Yruy fumbled around and found the output cable and plugged it in. Then he took the wires from each TNT stick and putt them into the black cable. The screen blinked, “Detonate when ready”. Yruy put the briefcase on top of one of the engines and went back into the hallway. He got back to the crew’s quarter and found a crew member. “Send a message to everyone that there should be no access to the Engine room,” Yruy commanded. The crew gave him a quizacal look, “Why?” “Because there was a gas spill and the gases could kill if it is inhaled,” Yruy explained. The crew man asked, ”May I see some sort of authority?” Yruy showed him the same card that he showed the other crew member. The man nodded and went to a telephone and called the command room. “Tell the captain that there should be no access to room 315-98ER.” He hung up and nodded to Yruy. Yruy left satisfied with how well this had been going. He went to the lifeboat he had saved and got in. He pulled a yellow lever that said underneath it, “MANUAL LUANCHING”. The lifeboat slowly went to the ocean and released him from the cruise ship. By then several people started to look over the side of the ship and pointed at him. Yruy just ignored them and held on to the edge of the boat to make sure he wouldn’t fall off. Some people left but others still stared and talked amongst themselves. Yruy started up the motor and began to go over the waves toward the direction of shore. By the time he thought he was far enough away he pulled out the detonator. The detonator was a small hand held device that sent radio waves that could go through the hull of the ship. He pressed the small red button on the top of the grey device. Nothing happened. Yruy thought he hooked it up wrong and then a gigantic orange fireball lit the ocean up like a volcano blowing up. The explosion latedfor what seemed hours but was really only seconds. The molten parts of the ship came raining down from the sky like burning rain. Even from far away Yruy could feel the intense waves of heat flying across the ocean waves. After the fireball went back down a gigantic funnel of smoke poured fromt eh twisted remains of what used to be a five star cruise ship. The remnants started to sink. “FOR MOTHER RUSSIA!” Yruy screamed across the waves as a victory call. While it was sinking a large wave formed and flew toward Yruy’s small boat. Yruy braced himself as the large wave struck his boat. If Yruy had not been holding on as hard as he had been he would have definitely been flung from the boat. The boat went over the wave and was airborne for a couple seconds and then landed hard on the water. The salt water stung his face like a hundred bees stinging him. When Yruy recovered from the shock he felt an extremely sharp sting as salt water ate it’s way into and long gash across his shoulder where a piece of shrapnel had been flung into him. He reached out and ripped out the piece of still hot metal from his shoulder. The pain was so excruciating that for the first time in his life Yruy passed out. When he woke up he looked at his wacth ,that had somehow managed to not get broken during the explosion, 0800. One hour, Yruy thought. Yruy looked around him and saw some burned items floating in the water. As hard as he thought Yruy couldn’t remember what happened. Then as he moved his left arm the pain somehow triggered all of his memory of the explosion. The wound had only healed slightly, was still trickling blood down his arm. Then Yruy noticed something yellow floating across the waves with what looked like humans on top of it. Yruy stared at it disbelievingly. He had failed in killing everyone. Yruy looked at it and saw one of the figures stand up and look around. Then some oars started to push them toward the shore.