Jericho Missile Novels & Stories

Jericho said noticing it is the same, to confirm brought his phone to view clicking on the text he received that has the location and it was indeed the same location. “So we need to go get her before they start hurting her. But first I need to talk to Jace and see if he was able to escape.” Jericho left Davis side at once, going over to a side to settle down as he let go of the school bag hanging on his back through his shoulder. He brought out his gadgets connecting it together, and after awhile he clicked on a button with a certain earphone plugged into his ears. “Hey Jace are you on?” He said, as if speaking into the computing tools set in front of him.

“I just want to know who is so interested in me that they spend billions for 17 years.” “It's not just a group of people,” Mr. Gordon said. “Project Jericho is a movement, a government program aimed at creating an army with superhuman abilities. Even if you get rid of me and the Chesterfields, Project Jericho would continue. They'll just send more scientists, and more soldiers, and create a new base. So, just come with me, Abby.” “Abby isn't going anywhere,” Blake said as he struggled to stand up. “You could've at least used silver bullets if you wanted to kill me.”

He did found the bugger who had launched at his squadmate and decided to return the favour. His missile gave an eager growl in his headset, ready to fly. With the press of a button the missile was cast off from the wing mount. A fraction of a second later the missile computer ignited the missile engine and sped away to its target. The seeker head had locked the big IR signature of the massive fighter's engine. A juicy target. Designed to lock on viper-sized engines the missile head had no problems following the huge engine. No matter what the enemy tried, the fighter was doomed. No more than ten seconds after launch the missile drilled itself in the engine bay of its target, exploding inside

Of course, what really got his blood pumping was the multi-cell missile launcher. Forty-nine of them! Arranged in a seven-by-seven firing matrix! Before, when facing a distant target, he'd had to rely on Vera controlling zombies for a sneak attack, or Bella's self-detonating drones, or Raina's sniping. But now he had another option. A hundred-kilometer lock-on range, forty-nine tactical missiles ready and waiting. Truth, he thought, exists only within a missile's range. The one drawback was that missiles were a consumable resource. Every launch meant one fewer in reserve. And while killing monsters in this road-survival game dropped all kinds of loot, including weapons and shells, "Universal

“She’s not bluffing.” Then the image changed. A live satellite feed came into view. A city—**Rexford Prime**, population 2.1 million. And a missile, marked with the Eden sigil, descending. Elena screamed, “*NO!*” But the feed didn’t stop. The world watched. And the twin smiled. Then— **Detonation.** A flash. A fireball. And then a crater where civilization had stood. 2.1 million gone in seconds. In her name.

After piecing the clues together, my eyebrows shot up — these weren’t planes. “They’re missiles,” I gasped. “Smart missiles, hundreds of them.” Far advanced than in anything World Wars had possessed. The names on those slabs were places to be targeted, for every five or more were assigned to attack one location, even reaching as far as the other side of the continent. That was where War’s End was located.

Before he could respond, the mountain shook again. Not from within. From above. Jets roared across the sky. Military forces from five nations converging. Missile locks targeting the exposed summit. Alexander’s face drained. “They’re going to fire.” Ariella did not look concerned. “They cannot harm me.” “That’s not the point,” Elias said sharply. “They’ll kill thousands trying.” For the first time, hesitation flickered. The gold in her eyes brightened. Then the red returned stronger. Missiles launched. Dozens.

she answered with heavy breaths. “Killed everyone in there and destroyed it to the ground,” “How many mines?” Jericho asked with urgency. “All of it,”

These are not noisy nuclear warheads; this was the 'Muzzler' anti-matter missile, the Vanguard's ultimate weapon designed not to create fire, but to pulverize any particles within a ten kilometer radius to the level of microscopic dust. In a matter of three seconds, the cathedral's underground altar cracked hair. "W-what the " ZRAAAASSSSSSHHHH!

Suddenly, all the planes with rocket launchers were aiming at Jared's plane! "Fire!" the masked man yelled. At that moment, thirty missiles were fired! "My God!" Janus gasped in shock. "Not good, Mr. Johnston! There are over twenty missiles fired at us! There are also 4 A-grade ones!" Jared's expression darkened for a second. 'Seems like they've been pushed to the brink!' Even if those were B-grade ammunition, they could not dodge twenty missiles anyway. As soon as their engine got hit, they would start plummeting!