It had finally happened! After almost a decade of waiting it was here,  well, the other side of the planet, but close enough! War! Shahzad  Ebrahimi had been dreaming of the next war since the last one ended, and  he knew exactly who he was going to kill first. That fat Mexican that  worked at Materfer VacTube that was always leering at him. He had only  gotten the delivery job so he would have access to the important  Sudamericans, and now the time had come.
He wished he could just  blow up the entire Materfer Complex, but there was no way he could get  his hands on explosives, or the components to build explosives. He was a  Persian, living in a Sudamerican occupied colony, where  non-Sudamericans had extremely limited rights and no rights to weapons  of any kind. The Persians had been there first before the Sudamericans  had laid claim to their colony and deployed their lanceros to occupy it.  But that didn’t matter, not now. Now he’d have to settle for shooting  that fat Mexican, and whoever else he could before they took him down.
He’d  rather believe he could survive somehow, escape to fight another day,  to kill another day. But that was fantasy. The Sudamericans would kill  him, almost immediately. At least he could get access to the Materfer  Complex, that was more than most Persians had, other than that traitor  that worked for them. He’d shoot him too if he had the chance.