The night air was cold enough that Octavia could see her breath like a nimbus cloud on a hot summer day. She hoped that the security guard didn’t catch the droplets coalescing at the chain-link fence where she held a cutter to the wire. He was standing at the gate about 50 meters to their right in a puffy jacket.

Nearby, to her right, stood guard her bestie Tatyana. The nervous type, she tugged on the shoulder of the steel-grey anorak Octavia wore. Octavia understood, & she covered her breath with her ski mask. Snip snip.

The security guard went inside the guardhouse. He sat down, & he scrolled  through reels of bimbo OnlyFans models on Instagram. Or so Octavia thought. Men are so stupid.

They went through the jagged hole, & they made a beeline for the warehouse. Finding no lock on the knob, they entered. Tatyana looked around, & she found the large vessel with a control panel in front.

“Aight, this should take five minutes,” Tatyana said. “This is enough to make the precursor useless.”

“Two months. Two months, no bombs for Israel.”

Octavia went up to the wall next to the vessel. She sprayed a can of black spray paint on a stencil with the outline of the head of a fox.

They left through the jagged holes, & they drove to a diner 50 miles away but in another state to enjoy midnight chocolate chip waffles for their triumphal parade.