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====OUTSIDE THE US EMBASSY COMPOUND, TEHRAN, 4 NOVEMBER 1979==== | ====OUTSIDE THE US EMBASSY COMPOUND, TEHRAN, 4 NOVEMBER 1979==== | ||
| − | Lance-Corporal Tyrone Washington the Third's shift ends at 06:00 but the next Marine hasn't shown up to replace him yet. For the past week, he has spent the cold Persian nights on the roof of the US Embassy's staff living quarters, scanning the compound's perimeter with [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AN/PVS-4 Starlight Scope] mounted on his M-60 Machine Gun. Since | + | Lance-Corporal Tyrone Washington the Third's shift ends at 06:00 but the next Marine hasn't shown up to replace him yet. For the past week, he has spent the cold Persian nights on the roof of the US Embassy's staff living quarters, scanning the compound's perimeter with [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AN/PVS-4 Starlight Scope] mounted on his M-60 Machine Gun. Since he landed in March to reinforce the unit's presence in the Iranian capital, the 13 men of the Marine Security Guards have been on high alert night and day. |
| − | The streets of Tehran are dimly lit on this early November morning. The silhouettes of three black chadors crossing towards the South wall of the US Embassy Compound are missed by the National police cars parked at each end of the street but they light up in Washington's night vision scope. -A little early for 3 Muslin women to roam down the streets of Tehran..., he thinks to himself as he loses the trio behind a wall. He pans his scope to the right to see if they show up through the iron gates when Sergeant Willow | + | The streets of Tehran are dimly lit on this early November morning. The silhouettes of three black chadors crossing towards the South wall of the US Embassy Compound are missed by the National police cars parked at each end of the street but they light up in Washington's night vision scope. -A little early for 3 Muslin women to roam down the streets of Tehran..., he thinks to himself as he loses sight of the trio behind a wall. He pans his scope to the right to see if they show up through the iron gates when Sergeant Willow arrives to relieve him. |
-Tyrone my man, times up! Two eggs and crunchy bacon waiting for you at the cafeteria. | -Tyrone my man, times up! Two eggs and crunchy bacon waiting for you at the cafeteria. | ||
Revision as of 20:21, 20 October 2015
OUTLINE
Neda is the daughter of Sunni Palestinian Winemakers who emigrated to Iran after having been evicted from there land in near Jerusalem. As a kid, she attended an American school in Israel/Palestine until the 1973 war. She is fluent in English.
Neda was part of a left wing student groups which took part in the seizure of the US embassy in November 1979. Because of her knowledge of the English language and American culture, she became a valuable asset to the cause although she was more driven by left leaning ideals then Islamic ones.
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TEHRAN POLYTECHNIC, IRAN, 3 NOVEMBER 1979
The corridors of the Polytechnic are overcrowded as Neda, a 19 years old medical school freshman, holds on to Ali and Hussain making their way towards the main auditorium. A general meeting has been called by several student organization but most attending don't seem to know where to go next. Arriving at the auditorium's door, Ali claims his allegiance to the People's Mujahedin and points to Hussein and Neda to clear them. The three walk in but as Neda passes the door, one of the guards stops her.
-Cover yourself sister, this is not a discotheque.
Neda looks at her two comrades with discontent.
-I told you, I'm not following if that's going to be the way.
Hussain, looks at the guard who keeps him arm in front of Neda, then back at Ali who raises his shoulders, helpless. About three hundred students are already inside the auditorium. Mostly only men. The few female attending are veiled.
-Come on Neda, just do like he says. We gotta get going.
Neda pulls a scarf from her pocket and wears it, not pleased.
MAIN AUDITORIUM, TEHRAN POLYTECHNIC
The plan is for Neda to wear a chador to carry weapons and tools to cup open the Embassy gates. Neda is perplex.
OUTSIDE THE US EMBASSY COMPOUND, TEHRAN, 4 NOVEMBER 1979
Lance-Corporal Tyrone Washington the Third's shift ends at 06:00 but the next Marine hasn't shown up to replace him yet. For the past week, he has spent the cold Persian nights on the roof of the US Embassy's staff living quarters, scanning the compound's perimeter with Starlight Scope mounted on his M-60 Machine Gun. Since he landed in March to reinforce the unit's presence in the Iranian capital, the 13 men of the Marine Security Guards have been on high alert night and day.
The streets of Tehran are dimly lit on this early November morning. The silhouettes of three black chadors crossing towards the South wall of the US Embassy Compound are missed by the National police cars parked at each end of the street but they light up in Washington's night vision scope. -A little early for 3 Muslin women to roam down the streets of Tehran..., he thinks to himself as he loses sight of the trio behind a wall. He pans his scope to the right to see if they show up through the iron gates when Sergeant Willow arrives to relieve him.
-Tyrone my man, times up! Two eggs and crunchy bacon waiting for you at the cafeteria.
-Hold up a sec, just on to something, answers Washington as he keeps his attention focused on the gate.
-What'd you see.
-These 3 women crossed the street just a minute ago and I can't locate them anymore.
-Man, you pervert. These ain't x-ray glasses. I you wanna see one of them Iranian girl's boobs, you gonna have to pull down her black sheet.
At the same moment, Neda gets by the gate and pulls a 36" bolt cutter from under her veil. The single street light's ray bounces of the metallic blade and flashes into Washington's scope, blinding him for a second.
-What the fuck!
US EMBASSY COMPOUND, TEHRAN, 7 NOVEMBER 1979
Neda, who's hair now is lose, leans over a card board on which she translate a Persian text into English: THE IS NO TIME FOR IMPERIALISM IN IRAN ANY MORE...