- Jul 1, 2018
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"It's time." Khaleefa al-Azam stared at the message on his phone, he trembled as his attention turned to the Kalashnikov rifle which rested upon the bed which he had been awaiting the final message and approached the bed in which he picked up the rifle before which he huffed, laying it back down on the bed before approaching the window where he looked out onto the busy Oslo streets from his hotel room, the streets were busy with people leaving work and those commencing their evenings by preparing for Christmas which was just a few days away and people were enjoying the festivities across the city.
He slung the Kalashnikov over his shoulder before placing his trench coat on which was needed in the harsh Norwegian winters with temperatures dropping to a bitter -6 degrees. The young student argued with himself constantly, growling about whether or not his intentions were worth the effort or if he should consider surrendering to the authorities but he knew that if he didn't commence what had been assigned to him, his family would be put in extreme danger and killed, he had been brainwashed to commence an attack and there was no going back. The journey into central Oslo took a mere five minute walk as he mingled into the busy Oslo evening rush, he had been reading a newspaper which he had picked up on his way back to the hotel that exact morning from grabbing breakfast. He had arrived at the exact spot which he scouted out many days on the run to look for any security and to make sure that it was the best place for his mission.
That was it, jackpot. He turned around to face a wall before unzipping his coat in which he pulled the rifle around and turned around at exactly the same point before doing the unthinkable. People scattered in different directions as they screamed out for help, bloodied bodies falling to the ground as Khaleefa took his own life, dropping down next to his victims, dead.