Jericho Missile Novels & Stories

“Very clever.” Sebastian asked quietly, “What is he doing?” Inside the penthouse Leo finished typing. Then he whispered the answer. “I’m moving the targets.” Daniel blinked. “…you’re hijacking nuclear missiles.” Leo corrected him calmly. “EMP missiles.” Daniel groaned. “That doesn’t make me feel better.” The missile timers kept counting down. 05:04 Inside the vault the general stared at the screen. “You cannot redirect them.” Leo didn’t respond. He kept typing. Inside the penthouse Daniel watched the map.

Ellie sat flicking over her flickerboard and staring at ten screens plastered up around her. "Status?" Jack asked. "Bomb went off. Looks like where the cavemen live. I've located the origin of the missile. It's a Truex facility. According to the information they have been pulling up, they used the heat sensors from the satellites at nighttime and hit the target with the most heat signatures. It looks like the cavemen aren't good at staying in at night." "He's probably trying to hit Alex." "That's a good hypothesis." "Are we going to be safe?"

Settlement based on identity plaque and head. Seven. Six. Five. The missile warning sound dragged out a dying long tone. Seconds later, the background traffic exploded. A horde of underground family leaders sat in front of their screens. Eyes wide, they stared in disbelief. No one had ever seen such an operation. Throwing out one billion US dollars in cash just to stop a few hundreds - of - thousands - dollar air - defense missiles. At this moment, inside the air - defense position tens of thousands of meters below.

Although it was awkward and rather inappropriate, that thing still had the Hex's blood splattered all over from when it hit his skull, so it was classified as important evidence and stowed away carefully. William gave his orders through a walkie talkie. "The missiles are ready to fire. The target has been locked on. Do we fire the missiles?" William looked at the vanishing plane and answered, "Fire." Everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky. A stream of light that resembled a comet streak appeared in the sky, heading toward the plane that was disappearing into the horizon. A moment later, the missile hit its target, and a blinding light lit up the entire nation. The plane had explod

Takao yelled. “Curse you, Sebastian! I’ll get you for this!” Zenoch roared as his plane tore through the clouds below Takao and the Renaldo Brothers. Zenoch pressed a button that loaded four missiles into his plane’s launching systems. These missiles were Type 91 Radio-Guided Missiles, a recent innovation in aerial warfare. Once these missiles locked onto their target, they would follow the target by tracking radio waves that were emitted by the target. Only one of these missiles was needed to destroy a plane.

“This is President Collins. Who are you?” “Mr President, I'm sorry to speak to you in these circumstances, my name is Justin Rooker, I have very important information about what is happening here in Israel.” “What is that information? I hear you.” “Well, first of all, I have to tell you that I’m a mercenary, sir, and several months ago someone hired me and a group of colleagues to carry out a special operation here in Israel, which consisted of stealing several missiles stored in the Negev facilities; the operation was carried out several days ago, and it was supposed to be an considerable amount of them, but to our surprise there were only three missiles, and even greater was our surprise w

I have a few things to take care of first, and then I'll call you. My Lord has heard me. By the way, from where are you speaking? I'm in my workplace right now. First lady has sought us out so our office is complete, and production of our first missile has begun. Really? Yes, my wonderful spouse. What is the name of the missile you're using? Actually, we're hoping for your assistance in naming it. But it's a long-range inter continental STEEL BIRD GADGET missile. Which travels at a speed of 3,000 kilometers per minute.

"Ready to launch a missile. Air force 1, requesting permission to drop the missile." Jack look at under him from the jet glass window, three warships which is the size of three soccer field in the sea start firing at them. "Request granted," Jack replied using his aviation headset. One missile drops to one of the ships in the right, making a huge explosion on the deck. "For the main ship, keep the airstrip remain. Cessna Jet will be landed any minute now. Keep your head ahead guys. Let's kick this bad guy's ass."

I asked. Dr. Lee nodded. "I have something that might work," he said. He pulled out another device, this one larger than the first. "This is a prototype missile launcher," he said. "It can take down the helicopters, but it's not very accurate." I nodded. "We'll make do," I said. We raced towards the nearest building, taking cover behind a wall. I loaded the missile launcher and took aim at the helicopters. I fired, and the missile streaked towards the helicopters. It missed the first one, but it hit the second one dead on.

The system registered the termination of the Benson-04 genetic anchor. MANAGEMENT PRIVILEGE: TERMINATED. SOVEREIGN REWRITE INTERFACE: RE-ACTIVATED. ENTER CORE VALIDATION TOKEN NOW TO SECURE THE LEDGER. "Sierra the destroyers are launching!" Marcus yelled from the mid-deck his hand pointing toward the northern horizon. Three brilliant hot streaks of fire ignited against the gray clouds miles away. The long-range kinetic missiles from the Swiss fleet screaming through the upper atmosphere at Mach four their laser guidance systems locked onto our stationary nuclear core. We had than forty seconds before the sky fell on our heads.