Ah, the Allegheny Mountains. There's nothing like them, or higher than them. At least not in West Virginia...

This is Spruce Mountain. It towers high over the Alleghenies. It's so high, it's actually a mountain atop a mountain. The top is called Spruce Knob.

It towers over West Virginia, like it was the fucking governor. Long has the wind eroded its summit, and the sun overheated it...

Lower, on the slopes of both mountains, flying squirrels leap from tree to tree. They're so small, they're almost like mice. At least they make actual mice look like wimps, when they glide.

At the lower elevations, there are highways. Bless the construction workers' hearts, who had to build these...

Like lightning, a white Dodge Charger speeds down one. It bears a silver Star of David as a hood ornament. It's got the words "Silberkraus International" on its license plate.

Meet Dan Silberkraus. He's a scion of the Silberkraus family; the long-time controlling interest owners in Silberkraus International. He's here to help his people's company outcompete their (mostly white) rivals. He's got some tools, in the trunk, for that job...and he just can't wait to use them...

In the passenger seat, a jewelry case sits. Its destiny is a very lovely girl...even if she is white.

Up ahead, he takes an exit. He turns, and takes a long blacktop road to a dirt one.

The dirt one leads up high into the Alleghenies. The Charger passes over several low water crossings. Bless the souls of the underpaid civil servants who'd dare come all the way out here to build them.

In the shallow waters on either side, darters tread water beneath the surface. They'd best keep a low profile. Some of them are endangered.

Out here, copperhead snakes slither. They're a sight for sore eyes...to those who don't know that snakes are more scared of humanity than vice versa.

The drive dead-ends at a roundabout. Silberkraus parks on the side, and shuts the engine down. He gets out, opens the trunk, and unpacks his gear. He's got it all in four packs. All he's got to do is haul it up to where he needs to be.

Inadvertently, he's left the passenger window open. His love's gift is exposed to the elements...and the dangers...

Piece by piece, Silberkraus puts together a dirt bike. It's not quite a combat tool, but he thinks it should be. Back in Israel, everything is weaponized. It has to be. A lot of Israel's Afroasian neighbors STILL aren't okay with the Jews having their own country...as long as they've had to wait for it, and as much as they've suffered without it...or even with it.

In orbit, the Silberkraus satellite hovers in place. It acts like a guiding light, leading Dan to where his company's golden years will begin...with luck.

The elevation is hard on the dirt bike's engine. Even so, Silberkraus won't risk slowdom, if he has a way of getting there fast.

The base of Spruce Mountain is near. There should be a militia base here, if there isn't already...

At last, Dan finds a manhole in the ground. A metal disk covers it. Letters, forged across its top, read, DO NOT OPEN...in English, Hebrew, and Yiddish.

Dan chuckles, and thinks its amusing that the manhole cover is made of a silver alloy. If this is a pathetic attempt by the competition to keep Silberkraus from trying to get ahead, then Dan's almost tempted to commend them by leaving the manhole cover be. Alas, Silberkraus International is going through some hard times. Plus, the company is run by Jews. And as far as the Zionist men in Dan's family are concerned, the family business is ALWAYS going through hard times. It'd better; most of the competition is either white, or white-funded.

In a tree nearby, a spider hangs, suspended within the silky comfort of its web. It seems to watch Dan, as he works below...

Dan discovers the manhole's combination lock. It still works, after all this time. For this, he goes into the woods, to take a leak...

He's jotted the combination down on his dick. After he urinates (he does have to), he gives himself an erection.

Once he's memorized the code, he returns to the keypad, and delivers the combination. Behind him, the bolt on the manhole lock clicks loose. For the first time in decades, it's open.

Smiling, and whistling "We're Marching to Zion," Dan scurries over to the manhole cover, and whips it open. He smiles, as he peers down into it.

Light dances off his face, as he smiles, beaming down into the abyss. At last, he feels like his family has struck it rich...

Alas, the light brightens, and blinds him. It shrieks, and hisses. HE shrieks, and holds up his arms, as his own blood is suddenly splattered all across the clearing.

Some of his blood lands on the spider web above. The spider merely crawls over to the blood, and starts lapping it up, as if it were a fly's...

All across the Alleghenies, from above, dark and sinister shadows fly. Terror has been released...