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# <center>Seventy Two Virgins</center>
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The young woman and her child were discovered by the boys who were pretending to be men. She despaired. The last time a Christian woman had been caught alone by similar boys the woman had been raped and killed. What would become of her daughter? The boys approached.
Overhead strange and peculiar birds circled. None were noticed by anyone in the village. Birds were a normal occurrence.
These birds were not normal.
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There WERE seventy two girls on the team and there were many teams, one per war dove. The girls certainly weren't virgins. They had all been raped when they were young girls or even children. Aafreen was a perfect example. She had been raped when she was twelve. Gang Raped. After that she had almost been killed by her father. Her father said that she had brought dishonor to their family and tried to murder her.
Luckily for her she was a disobedient girl and with the help of some friends she had managed to escape her father, later the town, and much later the state. Through an unlikely series of actions she was now a member of the FED. She was a drone controller.
The Team was observing a man speaking to a crowd of young men. He was trying his best to incite the crowd to violence. He certainly was NOT preaching peace. This guy was positively frothing at the mouth. He was using such terms as “daughter of Satan”, “unclean whores” and much worse. Best she could tell he wasn’t referring to any woman in particular, just women in general. Moving away from the main crowd a group of boys had spotted some women and were approaching the terrified females.
The war dove canister had been launched, had completed its flight and had disintegrated in the atmosphere. The sub-munition delivery systems, the war doves and the infected bugs, were over the crowd. Shortly the WD’s would drop their payload of gnats. Aafreen was a gnat controller this mission. Her and the other seventy two members of this WarDove Team were BugRunners. A WD could carry a LOT of gnats. When she used one up another gnat would be available.
The WD’s drifted directly over the crowd. A multitude of small insect sized micro drones were ejected from dorsal ejection ports and drifted down toward the ground. Some of the gnats alighted on clothing, some in hair. They all found a human target. Aafreen managed to steer her gnat so that it landed on the speaker who was inciting the crowd to riot. One more insect, he’d never notice. Not only did he have lice he probably had ticks. She maneuvered the Gnat under his clothes and directed it toward his groin. Yup..he had crabs too. Good thing the gnat didn’t relay smell...he’d probably never bathed in his life.
“Sir, Drone forty seven ...is in position” Aafreen relayed to her WarDove commander. An amber light on the commander's 'board' turned to green.
One after the other the girls signaled that they too were in position. More and more amber lights turned to green.
When the WD commander's board was all green she made a final query. “Every one behind a scrotum?”...he sniggered.
"yessssss" came his reply.... She initiated.
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The Rabble Rouser was in mid rant when his eyes bugged out, he reached for his groin with both hands and he began screaming. As he screamed he curled around himself and fell to the floor. He lay on the floor in the fetal position. He writhed and screamed. A pool of blood spread from under his body. He eventually stopped screaming and stopped moving. Throughout the crowd many, many of his followers did likewise. The men fell to the ground, curled around themselves and screamed. They screamed till their throat was raw. Sadly a surprising number of them lived, for a while. They would NEVER rape another woman...nor father any children. Many would suicide.
A fraction of a gram or so of the new cataclysmite wasn’t much and couldn’t do extensive damage. However...when it detonated under a man’s scrotum, and there were multiple drones,...they pretty much canceled any hope that man had of ever having any more children.
Or peeing without a catheter.
Or walking pain free.
Not all the gnats had a load of cataclysmite. Some had the ‘female child only’ infection. No one in the crowd would ever sire or birth a baby boy.
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_When it was over,
back at base the team hooted and whistled._
***Tonight they would party.***
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The mother was amazed. What had just moments ago been a very hostile crowd of threatening young men was now a field of agonized, writhing, screaming, moaning bodies. Many of which had stopped moving. The ground was red with blood.
The mother looked up and say those birds flying again. They reminded her of doves rather than seagulls for some reason.
Life was good.
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