October 12, 2011

Today’s target is a secret globalist hideout deep under the sand in the middle of the Sahara Desert. There are two hundred and ninety tainted souls in residence.

Hilton would like to poison their water supply, but decides at first that this is impossible. He must first disable all possibility of contact with the outside world, and then destroy or ruin the water supply.

Hitton leaves Egypt in a powerful ultralight aircraft with long range fuel capacity. As he comes over the target, he drops an Electro Magnetic Pulse grenade that is configured to penetrate thick class, and to Hilton’s reasoning, therefore also sand. He has shielded his own stuff with a sheet of titanium-lead alloy.

Now he turns, sets down quickly, steps out, and manually drops a conventional hand grenade, equipped with fourteen deadly poisons, into the fill pipe for the water supply. The timer is set for a twenty second delay from activation to detonation.

Hilton is back in the air when he hears the burp from the fill pipe. Down in the darkened facility, all is not well, and never will be again. Have a drink on good people. Bon Voyage, slaves of darkness.