Finally Jaheim and Rashad reached the final stop of the tour. "The Munitions Factory, or simply The Factory. A lot of things occur here. Let's start from the back since we're already here."

Jaheim led Rashad through the loading bay, where dusty, rusty pickup trucks rested in the back of the large complex. They walked up the sandstone stairs into the back door and immediately entered into the coolest place in the entire village. The air inside The Factory was strangely air-conditioned. Rashad was surprised thinking that such a place named 'The Factory' would probably be the hottest place in the village considering the content they produced.

Upon entry Jaheim gave Rashad a quick rundown of the factory. "As you can see many men here produce weapons and new devices that we use in the battlefield. Some simply produce the weapons you are accustomed to seeing, others produce new weapons that will help in the battlefield, such as weapons that can get past the Westerners' security screenings."

Off in the distance Rashad could hear a loud moaning sound mixed in with a cry of pain. Clearly the sound was coming from behind a wall, maybe from one of the many rooms that surrounded the facility on the contours of the inner factory. Many men melted metal into bullets using giant machines that Rashad had no clue how to work. Others handled sharp instruments, and some wore heavy protective gear as they tinkered with wires and sticks of explosives. The men in heavy gear looked like some of the Western astronauts that Ms. Reyes used to tell the class about when Rashad was in school—men covered in white giant fluffy suits. Although these suits were white, they had seen better days. They were mostly covered in soot and tears; yet, Rashad could tell they had originally been white as he spotted patches of tainted white spots across the heavy suits.

Again, Rashad heard the loud moaning and weeping noises and, having scanned the factory for clues, he gave up and turned to Jaheim.

Jaheim simply looked away from Rashad and mumbled. "Sometimes I find the women to be the better soldiers. They can take the worse beatings."

Rashad couldn't believe that the women were actually being beaten behind these walls. He agreed that women could take the pain of childbirth, something he couldn't possibly imagine. On that note, Jaheim continued. "Many of our new ways to tackle the enemy involve women. They provide skills, norms, and crevices that men do not possess."

With that Rashad decided to leave the topic alone, as he began to put some ideas together. All he knew was that the product the men in the astronaut suits made caused the cries he was hearing emanate from the walls.

Jaheim turned his attention to the right corner of The Factory from where they had just entered. "Here is the Engraving Facility. We will stop there in a bit in order for you to be initiated into the Kabish. But first, I want to show you some of the technology we possess in order to trick our enemies."

Jaheim led Rashad to the left corner of The Factory from where they had first entered. Towards the left of the loading bay was an office that was entitled, 'Hacking Center.' With such a name, Rashad pictured advanced technology to line the walls, computers with touch screen pads, headsets, and smart devices, much like the stuff Ms. Reyes explained the Westerners had. He imagined hologram devices, where three dimensional images and maps could be displayed before your very own eyes.

Yet when Jaheim opened the door, the first thing he saw were two men standing in the middle of the room with dirty headsets on watching some animated men shooting on a television.

The men were laughing and the man on the left was strangely different. The man was light skinned and did not fit in with the rest of the people in the village who were mocha and chocolate colored.

The white man spoke. "Did ya know that Clock Tower is basically set in London beneath Big Ben?"

Then the one on the right, looking a bit more similar to the rest of the villagers, nodded. "Yeah and that map Ruins, is basically the Royal Palace of Madrid, only in ruins."

They both laughed obnoxiously and continued making random hand movements. That was when Rashad noticed that the hand movements the two performed actually reflected what the characters on screen were doing.

The man on the right chuckled. "It's funny how CTS can predict the future."

The white man snickered. "All they need is a map of downtown Chicago blown-up and in ruins and they'll be more accurate than the bloody Oracle of Delphi."

Suddenly a bell chime resonated across the room, emanating from a tiny device next to the white man. The white man lifted a visor from his helmet and checked the device, which lit up brightly against his pale face. "Oh wait, it looks like it already happened."

The man on his right added while playing. "And the coordinated strike commences. One down, two to go."

Suddenly the white man spotted them and shut off the game immediately. The man on the right turned towards the white man and complained. "Come on I had a three K/D that game."

When he noticed that the white man wasn't laughing, but had his attention on Jaheim and Rashad, the man on the right turned around and gathered himself. "Jaheim," the man squealed. "I didn't hear you enter."

Jaheim was surprisingly calm about the situation, even though the two men were sweating profusely in an air-conditioned room. "It is fine Raj. I am just showing our new member Rashad around the village. I wanted to show him what you two do for our cause."

"Splendid!" the white man barged into the conversation. Now that Rashad could get a better look at him he spotted the giant glasses the white man was wearing. Even with those telescope glasses, the white man still squinted, struggling to see. He heard the weird accent from the white man and although he had never met a man from Great Britain before in his life, Rashad knew that this man was British. "My name is Richard Harrison. My partner right here, his name is Raj Harold. Don't let him fool ya, although he looks and sounds Arabian, he's Indian; yet a devoted Muslim and member of the Kabish just as I am."

Raj picked up after Richard. "We are your righteous members of the Hacking Department here at the service of the Kabish."

Rashad couldn't help but wonder, somewhat aloud and out of place, "But you guys aren't even Arabian. Why are you here? Especially this man," Rashad pointed at Richard.

Jaheim patted Rashad's arm down and away from Richard. "The Kabish are willing to accept Westerners who also hate Westerners. It shows how bad the Westerners are if their own people cannot stand them, and are quick to betray them."

Richard added. "The Brits have never helped me. They fucking let my parents die without medical treatment while they were waiting in the hospital waiting room. They say healthcare is free, but damn it the NHS is slower than a woman finishing off," he chuckled while elbowing Raj. "No matter how many times your shove a patient into the hospital they never seem to accept them in time."

Raj chuckled at the crude joke and added, "And the Brits once ruled India—poorly I say. Yet left to their own devices, the Indians are no different. I was on the lower end of the caste system. Although it is officially not supposed to exist, the caste system still runs deep within the veins of India. I was an outcast—apart of the 'Untouchables.' No one talked to us. We were so vile in the eyes of Indian society that we resided outside the caste system. So I received no love at home."

Jaheim finished off. "So they turned to us in their times of struggle, much like you are doing now."

Richard asked bluntly. "So who did the Shrikes take from ya?"

"Shrikes?" Rashad asked.

Raj filled in. "They're these songbirds that seem graceful, yet they impale their prey on thorns before they consume them. Many people call them Butcherbirds. Richard likes to see the Westerners as Shrikes."

With the air cleared, Richard continued. "Yeah, so what did the Shrikes do to ya?"

Rashad didn't want to say it, yet he knew he had to come to terms for what these "Shrikes" did to him. "They killed my mother and sister and wiped out my home."

"Dem bloody Shrikes are dangerous creatures ya know," Richard noted.

Jaheim concluded the discussion. "Richard and Raj are currently overseeing a major attack that is going on right now. What they do here offsets the NSA in America who tries to track down where we are. These two have managed to make the Americans believe that they are in London and Madrid when they are really right here."

Rashad turned to Richard who informed him. "Yeap and one place has already been hit." Richard looked from Rashad to Jaheim, letting him know of the successes so far. "A hospital in Chicago has been wiped off from the face of the Earth."