Evening has fallen on the Yada mountains. Musa sits on the veranda. Said and Hussein beside him. Zakia has fallen asleep inside. Stars twinkle in the sky.
Said was quiet for a while. Then he says, "Musa, yesterday you told us about March 15, 2008. Robert and Elizabeth died. What happened after that? How did you conquer forty countries?"
Musa gazes toward the sky. The fire in his eyes today is different—as if it's burning, but not blazing. Only smoke rises.
Hussein says, "Commander, if you would tell us..."
Musa takes a deep breath and begins—
Geneva, Switzerland
March 16, 2008 – The Fire Ignites
The day after Robert and Elizabeth's burial. I returned home. The house is now empty. No laughter from them. No words from them. Just me and four walls.
Dr. Meyer was beside me. He said, "Musa, what will you do now?"
I said, "Who killed them?"
Dr. Meyer was silent. Then he said, "I don't know. But we must find out."
That night I sat. My mind was racing—who? Why? What did they gain?
By dawn I called IDFC. I said, "Find out who's behind this death. As quickly as possible."
Three days later the report came. A council of seven from United America. They killed Robert and Elizabeth. Because Robert's company was working on their satellite technology. Robert found out they wanted to use that technology to spy on every country in the world. He refused to work. So they had to eliminate him.
Reading the report, my blood boiled. I picked up the phone and sent a message to all IDFC units—"Prepare yourselves. War will begin. But not now. Wait."
I knew that attacking immediately would not work. I needed a plan. I needed time.
Secret Headquarters, IDFC
2008-2010 – Two Years of Preparation
For the next two years I did nothing else. I only planned. I strengthened IDFC. I gathered intelligence. I sent people to forty countries.
Every country's weaknesses, military numbers, connections—I had to know everything. To attack forty countries simultaneously required perfect planning.
I told Dr. Meyer, "I will conquer forty countries. All at once. At the same time."
Dr. Meyer was amazed and said, "All at once? Is that possible?"
I said, "For me, anything is possible."
By early 2010, all preparations were complete. My people had infiltrated every one of the forty countries. Within their governments, armies, intelligence agencies—everywhere.
I gave the order—March 20, 2010. Midnight. All attacks would begin at the same time across all locations.
Forty Countries of the World
March 20, 2010 – The Night of Fire
March 20, 2010. Eleven o'clock at night. I sit in my room in Geneva. Forty monitors in front of me. I watch the situation in each country.
At the stroke of midnight, activity erupted on all monitors.
Africa: In Zanzibar, my people entered the palace. The ruler was watching TV. They entered his room and took him prisoner. Within fifteen minutes, the entire palace was in our hands.
Kush: There we faced some resistance. The military fought back. But my people were faster than them. Within an hour, Kush fell.
Europe: In Germany, General Kruger, Max's father, was still alive then. He didn't know that my people had infiltrated his palace. At midnight his bedroom door opened. I wasn't there, but my sword was. One second and it was over.
France: The president there was willing to negotiate with me. So there was no bloodshed. He surrendered himself.
Italy, Spain, Portugal—the same everywhere. Some fought, some surrendered. But in the end, all countries came under my control.
Asia: The Central Asian countries put up more resistance. Their rulers were strong. But my people were stronger. Within three hours, everything was calm.
Middle East: Some countries there were already with me. The rest agreed easily.
By dawn, forty countries were in my hands. Two billion people from forty countries were now under my rule.
I looked at the monitors and smiled. I whispered, "Robert, Elizabeth, this is the first installment. Seven still remain. Their time will come too."
Yada, Present
2026 – The Story Ends
Musa stopped. The night is deep. The stars burn.
Said whispers, "Forty countries... In one night?"
Musa says, "Yes, in one night. Two years of planning, one night of execution."
Hussein says, "Have you found peace?"
Musa looks out the window and says, "Peace? No, Hussein. As long as the seven from United exist, there is no peace. But I'm not alone on this path. I have you with me. And I have God."
Zakia calls in her sleep, "Uncle..."
Musa smiles. "Look, my princess is calling. Come, that's enough for today. Tomorrow, another story."
Said and Hussein understood—this man's story will take a long time to end.
The night watches over the Yada mountains. Musa stands. That fire in his eyes. It's burning. Never extinguished.
Even after conquering forty countries in one night, he has not stopped. Seven still remain.