Jericho Missile Novels & Stories

“Pretty much.” “Addie! You said it was urgent. You asked me to get here with the speed of a hypersonic missile. Do you even know how fast those are? They run at a massive speed of five point one kilometers which is equal to three point two miles per sec—” She lost me at hypersonic Missile and I can’t stand to listen to anymore of her science jargon. I only used the missile analogy because I spent half of the last year listening to her go on and on about it for some class project.

"We have a secondary signature! Five miles out and closing fast! It's not ours!" ​A high-pitched, screaming whistle tore through the air. ​I looked up. A streak of silver-blue light was descending from the north. It wasn't the Continuum. It was a series of tactical cruise missiles, but they weren't aimed at the Garden. They were aimed at the Reconstruction Agency's vehicles. ​"Incoming!" Miller screamed. ​The world vanished in a wall of fire. ​The first missile hit the lead APC, flipping it like a toy. The shockwave threw me backward into the mud. I scrambled for Rowan, shielding him with my body as the second and third missiles obliterated the ridge.

Victor pressed the launch command. Deep beneath the ocean floor, the remaining twelve missile silos opened simultaneously. Massive steel doors slid apart in perfect synchronization. Inside the Whitmore Deep Facility, the AI voice echoed through the chamber. FINAL STRIKE SEQUENCE INITIATED Emma held her breath. Daniel leaned forward. Sophia folded her arms, watching the radar carefully. Lewis stood completely still. Outside in the dark ocean, twelve missiles shot forward through the water like silver spears. On the radar display, twelve fast-moving signals streaked toward the descending Covenant assault carrier.

High above, Eliana helped the civilian volunteers set up the heavy Kornet anti-tank missile tripods, locking the laser-guidance systems onto the exact center of the highway below. By the time the first pale streaks of dawn began to bleed over the jagged peaks of the Maasai Steppe, the Makuyuni pass was no longer a road. It was a three-dimensional, perfectly calibrated kill zone. Baraka stood alone at the base of the welded barricade, the violet Star-Code energy humming steadily beneath his skin. He closed his eyes, centering his breathing, letting the stiff, aching tendons in his right arm stretch and warm up. He could feel the vibrations in the earth long before he could hear them.

“We have many things to do today.” I opened my mouth to say something, but my mom squeezed my hand and nodded toward the food on the table. So I picked up a fork and dipped it into the pasta. … ====°====… Mr. Gordon led me down the hallway to a room with glowing boxes on every shelf. But there was a particular box that wasn’t glowing. It was in the middle of the room in a glass case. Yarikh’s box. “This is the foundation of project Jericho,” he said. “The Chesterfields and my brother tried to do it with science, but they failed. This box changed everything.”

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

"Thank you." After we arrived at base, a middle-aged man wearing shades approached us, nodding at me. "Oliver Cross, I presume?" He asked. "I'm Bill Tyson, the professor in charge of this project—specifically, ballistics." I shook his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Professor Tyson." The professor beamed. "Well, I've read through your resume—the new aircraft model you designed was really impressive. We're really lucky you finally decided to join us after we asked for so long! There's a forum in a couple hours too. Please join us!"

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,”