It would be a typical day in Egypt. People would be out of the streets going to work, students would chat with their friends and classmates while walking to school. Cars would fill the roads, as people would try to avoid the rush hours, the time where it is really traffic.
But that was about to change.
In an old and abandoned warehouse complex, out from the city suburbs, 250 well-trained men would be preparing for what is to come. They prepare their equipment: Colt CM901 assault rifles, Barrett REC7 assault rifles, FN FALs, and L1A1 Self-Loading rifles. But they were not to attack. They were to meet another armed group. Ibrahim Al-Rashid would be the leader of these 250 men.
"Rashid, we are ready. We are awaiting your orders."
"Are we really sure about this?" He said, being lost in his thoughts.
"Well, it is your desicion. We could cancel it."
"If it is for the good of the people, then we will continue." After a few minutes, he would talk. "Alright, lets go. Bring all our men."
They would travel to a farm outside of Giza, in which the other armed wing would be waiting.
But that was about to change.
In an old and abandoned warehouse complex, out from the city suburbs, 250 well-trained men would be preparing for what is to come. They prepare their equipment: Colt CM901 assault rifles, Barrett REC7 assault rifles, FN FALs, and L1A1 Self-Loading rifles. But they were not to attack. They were to meet another armed group. Ibrahim Al-Rashid would be the leader of these 250 men.
"Rashid, we are ready. We are awaiting your orders."
"Are we really sure about this?" He said, being lost in his thoughts.
"Well, it is your desicion. We could cancel it."
"If it is for the good of the people, then we will continue." After a few minutes, he would talk. "Alright, lets go. Bring all our men."
They would travel to a farm outside of Giza, in which the other armed wing would be waiting.