Maltropian West Coast. 0347 hours
It was a dark night, much like all of the other nights experienced on the Maltropian western coast. The moon was partially obscured by the clouds which covered most of the stars; it was almost pitch black. A chill breeze was sweeping up the coast, bringing in sea wrack and... a small boat. As the boat scraped the sandy beaches of the shore, 5 men jumped out, carrying wires and small, bulky objects. As they ran up in silence to the dimly illuminated complex that pumped grey-black fumes into the sky, another stood by at the boat.
Minutes later they came hurrying back and leapt into the boat. Without delay they rowed as far as they could, around the nearest headland. Their timing was perfect; seconds later a thundering explosion roared out across the bay. As rubble showered the sea and land around the peninsula, all of the countries southwest fell into darkness.
OOC: Map of Maltropia. The coal plant is located on the headland between the furthest west port and the weird bay to the south of it.
