Chapter 2: First Strikes

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By early spring, the Neo-Luddite Alliance had begun to take shape as a formidable entity, driven by a cause that was radical yet resonant among those disillusioned with society's march towards a technologically saturated future. The cabin had become their headquarters, a hive of activity where plans were drawn and strategies devised.

Alice had taken the lead on selecting their first series of targets. The objective was clear: to hit industrial sites that not only symbolized technological encroachment but also posed real threats to the environment. "We need to disrupt operations in a way that makes everyone sit up and take notice," she had explained, spreading out a series of maps and photos on the table one chilly morning. Her first choice was a chemical plant in Oregon, known for its flagrant violations of environmental regulations and a recent cover-up of a toxic spill.

Marcus had designed the devices. He had a knack for engineering bombs that were effective yet relatively simple to construct from common materials. "Keeping it simple means less can go wrong," he'd said, handing out safety gear and instructions. Each device was meticulously crafted to cause significant damage while minimizing the risk to human life. The group was adamant about this-they would not become murderers. Their war was with the systems, not the individuals who operated within them.

Rachel's role evolved into that of the communicator. After each operation, she crafted careful manifestos that were left at the scenes, explaining the reasons for the attack and the Alliance's vision for a future free from technological oppression. "We must articulate our philosophy clearly. We are not mere anarchists; we are revolutionaries with a cause," she insisted, her fingers stained with ink as she typed out the manifestos on an old typewriter.

Joseph, with his military background, took charge of the logistics. He planned their entry and exit strategies, ensuring they left minimal traces. His meticulous nature and understanding of tactical maneuvers were crucial during the actual operations, often carried out under the cover of darkness.

Their first operation took place under a waning crescent moon. The chemical plant's isolated location by the river made it an ideal target. After weeks of surveillance and planning, they executed their plan flawlessly. In the dead of night, masked and dressed in dark clothing, they infiltrated the facility, planting timed explosives at critical points.

The explosion was scheduled for the early hours of the morning when the plant was minimally staffed. As they retreated to a safe distance, the night sky was suddenly illuminated by an orange glow. The booming sound of the explosion followed, echoing through the valley. From their vantage point, they watched as fire engulfed the plant, the flames reflecting off the river's surface.

Back at the cabin, the group monitored the news. Coverage of the explosion spread quickly, with media outlets picking up the story as dawn broke. The manifesto Rachel had pinned to the plant's main gate was quoted across various platforms, sparking widespread debate about the implications of such radical actions against technological infrastructures.

"This is just the beginning," Ted declared quietly as they listened to a news anchor discuss the possible motivations behind the attack. The group nodded in agreement, aware of the path they had chosen. They were now public figures in the most controversial sense, vilified by many but celebrated by some.

The following weeks saw more operations. A logging site in Washington and a factory in Idaho known for dumping waste into local waterways were next. Each strike was bolder than the last, each manifesto more poignant. The Alliance was becoming something larger than they had imagined-not just a group of radical activists, but a symbol of a growing resistance against the technological tide that was sweeping through modern life.

As the spring turned to summer, the seeds of dissent they had planted began to sprout, not just in the environmental or activist communities, but within the consciousness of a public that was beginning to question the cost of unchecked technological advancement.

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