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The year, 2016.
The Planet, Earth.
Thurougly extended, the cold war has flared up into a heated war, both leaders are poised to push the button at any moment, both leaders are afraid of the consequences of pushing that button.
John McCain, newly elected President of the United States of America, entered the Oval office with a look of forlorn. After meeting with the Russian ambassador, it was very clear to him that peace was a difficult option.
"Mr. President, Vladimir Rostov is on the line."
President McCain collected his thoughts and picked up the reciever.
"Mister Rostov, to what do I owe this unexpected telephone call?"
"I wish to extend my most sincere apologies in advance, one of my soldiers accidentally launched a nuclear warhead at your city of Los Angeles."
"WHAT!!!!?"
"Once again I apologize for this mistake."
"I have to go now."
"That is understandable, goodbye mister president."
"JAMES, FULL ALERT, INCOMING TO L. A.!!!"
James got on the phone to the airbase in Los Angeles.
"Los Angeles Air Guard"
"You have an incoming nuclear warhead, this is not a drill, code number: seven, seven, four, eight, niner. I repeat, seven, seven, four, eight, niner. This is the real thing, good luck."
The phone operator sounded the alarm to scramble, hopefully they could get the missile while it was still above its critical damage height. There would be a loss of American lives, but they were to see to it that the loss would be as minimal as possible.
"Squadron leader this is Tower 1 high command, do you copy? Over"
"Roger that Tower 1, this is Squadron Leader Mike Fitzpatrick reading you loud and clear. Over."
"Your target is a class one soviet, nuclear warhead, aim for the propulsion end, we would prefer this thing detonating in the desert as opposed to L. A. Over."
"Roger Tower 1, Mike Fitzpatrick over and out."
The jets screamed towards their target, what they were to try and do is get a perpendicular shot on the missile, to cause the least risk of explosion, and to crash it into the desert.
"Bogey at eleven o'clock, altitude 1100 feet and dropping."
"Roger that Tower 1, men you heard him, find that missile!!"
John McCain stood in the whitehouse lawn, looking towards the west.
"Phone call, Mr. President."
"Thank you James."
He picked up the phone.
"John McCain."
"Mister President, it is me again."
"What do you want now Vladimir."
"Look up."
At that instant, another nuclear warhead was barreling down on President McCain, he heard the sonic boom, saw the flash, and then everything went dark. The last thing he thought was, "Accident, my A$$!"
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What'd yall think of this one?
The Planet, Earth.
Thurougly extended, the cold war has flared up into a heated war, both leaders are poised to push the button at any moment, both leaders are afraid of the consequences of pushing that button.
John McCain, newly elected President of the United States of America, entered the Oval office with a look of forlorn. After meeting with the Russian ambassador, it was very clear to him that peace was a difficult option.
"Mr. President, Vladimir Rostov is on the line."
President McCain collected his thoughts and picked up the reciever.
"Mister Rostov, to what do I owe this unexpected telephone call?"
"I wish to extend my most sincere apologies in advance, one of my soldiers accidentally launched a nuclear warhead at your city of Los Angeles."
"WHAT!!!!?"
"Once again I apologize for this mistake."
"I have to go now."
"That is understandable, goodbye mister president."
"JAMES, FULL ALERT, INCOMING TO L. A.!!!"
James got on the phone to the airbase in Los Angeles.
"Los Angeles Air Guard"
"You have an incoming nuclear warhead, this is not a drill, code number: seven, seven, four, eight, niner. I repeat, seven, seven, four, eight, niner. This is the real thing, good luck."
The phone operator sounded the alarm to scramble, hopefully they could get the missile while it was still above its critical damage height. There would be a loss of American lives, but they were to see to it that the loss would be as minimal as possible.
"Squadron leader this is Tower 1 high command, do you copy? Over"
"Roger that Tower 1, this is Squadron Leader Mike Fitzpatrick reading you loud and clear. Over."
"Your target is a class one soviet, nuclear warhead, aim for the propulsion end, we would prefer this thing detonating in the desert as opposed to L. A. Over."
"Roger Tower 1, Mike Fitzpatrick over and out."
The jets screamed towards their target, what they were to try and do is get a perpendicular shot on the missile, to cause the least risk of explosion, and to crash it into the desert.
"Bogey at eleven o'clock, altitude 1100 feet and dropping."
"Roger that Tower 1, men you heard him, find that missile!!"
John McCain stood in the whitehouse lawn, looking towards the west.
"Phone call, Mr. President."
"Thank you James."
He picked up the phone.
"John McCain."
"Mister President, it is me again."
"What do you want now Vladimir."
"Look up."
At that instant, another nuclear warhead was barreling down on President McCain, he heard the sonic boom, saw the flash, and then everything went dark. The last thing he thought was, "Accident, my A$$!"
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