[Southern Lebanon, Cedar Wall Demilitarized Zone, February 9th 2045 2:01 AM] Spoiler : A sandstorm was raging in the Cedar Wall DMZ. It obscured the already dark night, only illuminated by the red glow of lone Israeli flares fired every five minutes, casting an aura on the desertic scenery. Iranian side. In a watchtower, Lieutenant Kambiz and corporal Hossain were watching the deployment of new Gatling lasers by the Israelis. At least, supposedly, for no matter how Hossain tuned his optics, there was no way of seeing through the storm. A piece of cutting-edge Eurasian silicon, probably costing more than what a worker in Beirut earned in a decade, and still couldn’t damn function properly through bad weather. The Mossad would only be too happy to learn that. He disconnected his optical feed in frustration, returning to biological vision with the usual tickle in his eyeballs that his military-grade cyberware produced when it was disconnected. A sudden, stronger red glow woke the Lieutenant from his state of vague slumbering. Three flares shot up over the DMZ, highlighting in red accents the drab soil. A powerful greenish beam followed by an explosion of sparkles on the sand revealed Tzahal’s intentions. 'Kambiz..’ ‘..Tzahal’s new Gatling toys-’, started Hossain. ‘Are simply being tested. Tune in to infrared’, said the officer as the flares’ luminescence died down. The storm’s interference had calmed down sufficiently to allow the optics to work properly. Two silhouettes were visible atop the israeli Cedar Wall, in the greenish shades of infrared comptics, next to what must have been the Gatling battery. Lower, on the sand, following the ‘trails’ left in the air by the israeli shot he could make out the shape of what must have been their practice target, only a few inches wide. A perfect shot at over half a mile. He made notice of that to Kambiz. ‘LOG13/09/02/2045/0201: Israeli laser artillery operational. Targeting operational. First use 0207.’ logged the lieutenant. ‘This is bold- testing weapons in the DMZ’ ‘Not boldness, mind you’, countered Kambiz. ‘...More like deterrence. Tzahal is trying to scare us with what little they still have. Because they know they are running on a clock. Without the Americans they are nothing but fragile children curling behind their Cedar Wall. They cannot afford to provoke us, or..’ ‘...It will be 2035 all again..’, completed Hossein. ‘... futile protestation from the Zionists and Muslim soldiers entering Jerusalem. I was there, on the first tanks rolling over the West Bank Barrier.’ Kambiz grinned, staring at Irael's puny defenses.