Mordvina Docks, 11:32AM
A common sight in the Mordvina docks was cargo ships moving in and out, bringing in and out goods to provide for Arstotzkans, and give to the rest of Mundus. No ship looked different or unusual from the majority of shipments, it was just a regular day of cranes picking up containers and setting them to be shipped, workers enjoying their lunch-time away from the cheap salary they get, working at the docks was one of the still popular blue-collar jobs in Arstotzka today, an easy to learn but dangerous occupation that gives a cheap but livable salary that anyone could train and work their entire lives off with...
A dirty and rusted cargo ship docked at the pier, no containers on top raised slight suspicion of the unknown cargo ship, it wasn't supposed to be in the pier and wasn't expected by the workers to come, the captain didn't respond to warnings by security to undock the ship and leave the harbor, no response furthered security to move into the ship, armed with weapons for a safety precaution to venture into the hull, which was unknown what would be contained in there...
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The hull had a musty, mustard smell, an odor not normal for three of the guards to sense in a cargo hull, crates scattered around the hull of the ship due to them not being held down during sail, the origin of the ship was unknown to them. A certain crate had white spray paint text on it "WfG GAS" read clearly on it, the word "GAS" filled the trio with even more suspicion and fear, the unknown nature of the crate made them scared to simply open one of them...
"Gas? You think this is an oxygen canister shipment?"
"Ship's unauthorized to be here, I feel like this could be anything, open the crate, just be careful..." He replied, his voice echoing throughout the ship.
The crate opened, 4 canisters inside with a timer, suspicion further filled their minds, silver canisters with a durable appearance, looking like a tall propane tank, a group of letters and numbers put together to look like a chemical formula, C4H8Cl2S was stamped clearly in red text, both of them confused on what the chemical was, but assumed it was an attempt at a gas attack due to the timer on the phone, the timer said 06:53:02, 7 hours before it hit zero...
"Shit, this is Mustard Gas, this is definitely a terrorist attack..." He stumbled his words with fear,
"How the hell did you know that?"
"I use to take Chemistry class in college, trust me, this is definitely mustard gas..."
"Fuck, Conor, check the other crates, Vansk, alert the security, we only got about 6 hours till this thing probably bursts..."