Jericho Missile Novels & Stories

Jessica watched with wide eyes, feeling her heart about to burst. Her heart raced. It was terrifying. Though she didn't understand weaponry, she knew those beams would surely obliterate anything they hit. She never knew the island was this formidable. "Marcus, don't come. Please, don't come." The missile missed its target, looping back in the air and then circling back towards its objective. The helicopter rolled and tumbled in the air to evade it. Jessica was on the verge of tears, pleading silently, "No, no, please..."

Missile Launcher [B] x4 - Hermes Aerospace “QR-120” QuadRepeater Cannon 480mm[C] x8 - Hermes Aerospace “QR-66” QuadRepeater Anti Armor 166mm [C] x8 - Myrmidon Technology HyperPlate Armor [C] - Myrmidon Technology HyperPlate Repair Module [B] - Myrmidon Technology HyperPlate DuraBlast Reinforcement Module [B] — The Sword of Perseus’ remaining 21 frigates moved into position and bared their port side guns at the fleet of oncoming destroyers. They all fired their cannons in succession, and carpeted the destroyers with their 480mm shells.

Dale was infuriated by the outcome and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Launch the homing missiles! Blow him to bits!" … Hundreds of homing missiles flew toward Wilbur. The homing missiles belonged to the last blockade, but Dale used them right then. He had his own reasons to do that.

Never in my life had I been confused mid-action. Just as I turned toward Jessica, I heard a clicking sound behind me. I looked back. Jericho stood a few feet away, holding a remote control in one hand and a pistol in the other. “This,” he said, smiling like he’d achieved his life-long goal, “this is the perfect scenario for vengeance.” He laughed. I watched him, my chest heaving. What the fuck was this bastard up to?! “There’s a timer on the rope mechanism. In sixty seconds, both ropes will snap. But you have a choice.” He grinned at me. “Cut one early, and you might save one. If you don’t... they both die.”

had been working twenty four hours a day to supply John Usmos' army with everything from combat knives to missiles. Destroy it, and give similar complexes spread around the world, and the militia would be forced to capitulate. Zuon Inc. knew that, of course, which explained why the factories were surrounded by weapons emplacements, all of which were determined to blow Kairo's ass off. Or so it seemed to him. He killed the holos, forced himself to ignore the way the ship rocked back and forth, and remembered what the intel summaries had concluded. For close-in stuff, the complex was defended by robot portable, IR-homing, shoulder lainched Fang missiles having a range of six miles.

Amy kept her eyes on the armored truck, which was two car lengths behind Jenatrix’s Porsche. Amy wanted to open fire on Jenatrix after she spotted her sports car. When Amy told Venus to activate the Camaro’s front missile launcher, two silver metallic miniature medium-range ballistic missiles emerged from the muscle car’s engine hood air intakes. Amy pulled the steering wheel toward her, causing the Camaro to lower its altitude. She used a holographic targeting screen that projected from behind the steering column. Amy told Venus to lock the targeting system on Jenatrix’s Porsche before telling the computer to launch the missile. Amy felt the blast in her chest and her driver’s seat vibrated

Ace bought too many guns and knives, and probably any other weapon he could get his hands on. Jericho wasn't any better. His obsession with tech only grew over the years and he had just about every gadget one could think of. I still remember how excited he would get whenever something new arrived for him. He would go into intricate detail explaining how it would be used and what it would be used for. I would smile and nod, lost in his excitement and not understanding or hearing anything he was saying because it was nonsensical to me. It just made me happy that he was happy.

Her gaze fixed on the routes once more, with a pale complexion. “One launch didn't target orbit.”. Amina's stomach dropped. “Then where?”. Miriam looked directly at Elys. “It targeted the city.”. Silence. One missile. Hypersonic. Minutes away. The peril was posed by the act of negotiation itself, as decided by someone. Elys tilted its head slightly. “We can prevent impact.”. Amina analyzed the swiftly falling path. The plaza remained in the presence of the terrified crowds. Then at Elys. It was acknowledged that the next few seconds would be crucial.

"I've been chasing her for over ten years. Now that I'm finally this close, I'm not going to let this opportunity pass me by! "Dad, think about our country! Think about the citizens who died from those missile strikes! MIRVs, trajectory alteration systems, stealth coatings, and so on have all reduced the probability of detection and interception by our missile defense system. After all the money we spent on it, it still can't stop every missile. "Yet Cipher… I believe she can stop them all. She alone is enough. We won't have to spend so much money on purchasing missile defense systems anymore. And maybe…"

"Manual launch." "That could kill us—" "Staying here will definitely kill us. Do it!" Outside, military forces swarmed. Troops. Drones. Ships scrambling to intercept. "They are targeting engines," Zara reported. "If they hit them before we launch—" "How long until we can move?" "Thirty seconds." "We do not have thirty seconds!" Missiles launched. Streaking toward New Dawn. Twenty seconds. The missiles closed. Point defense systems engaged. Shooting them down. Barely.