Jericho Missile Novels & Stories

“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.

The gunships launched at 5:28 AM. Twelve thermal missiles in a synchronized volley — the automated targeting executing the firing sequence that the gunships' combat protocols designated for high-density civilian shelter locations. The missiles were fast, which was a design feature rather than incidental. They covered the distance to the eastern cliff faces in four seconds. The impact was simultaneous across all six cliff sections, the twelve missiles distributed to maximize coverage of the fissure entrances. The iron network absorbed the impact at the terminal points.

"Two more at six o'clock! Missiles inbound!" Eli's cannons overheated, steam venting from cooling ports as the weapons cycled into emergency shutdown. Red warning indicators bathed his station in crimson light as automated systems prevented catastrophic overload. "Reloading! Give me thirty seconds!" They didn't have thirty seconds. The radar showed four missiles closing fast, their active seekers painting the VTOL with targeting lasers. James threw them into another desperate evasive pattern, but the missiles adjusted course with mechanical precision.

The more openly I enjoy him and the things he do to me, the happier he is. “Well,” he remarks as he bends over his open suitcase to retrieve a clean t-shirt. “I’m sorry I can’t give you a better one. I want to hit the road.” “What about this place?” Jericho pulls the shirt over his wet body, ignoring the way the fabric clings to his skin, and steps into a pair a boxer briefs before he discards of the towel. “Tor and the Deltas are busy setting up explosives throughout the compound. We’ll detonate them when everyone’s far enough away.”

Laser weapons contained plenty of tiny, delicate components, so they were also the weapons most prone to malfunction. They first tested the missile launchers, but everyone knew it was just a formality. The launchers were fairly low-tech to begin with as most of the advances in missile technology lay in the missiles themselves. The launchers only stored the missiles and kept them from exploding when they got bumped or something. Both the long-range and short-ranged missiles flew from the launchers without a hitch, and detonated against a cratered hill exactly as expected.

They struggle loading the missile launchers as Geri starts walking towards them. “Fire!!” they fire several missiles and Geri now smarter and faster than before is able to miss all of them and catches one with his bare hands. He groans in anger walking towards them and releases the missile and it it heads back to them. The soldiers tries jumping off the car to save their lives but the missile hits their car exploding into thousand pieces falling down into the cliff.

"I couldn’t agree more. That’s why I’ve decided to start the day with a display of our newest asset—the Surface-to-Surface Missile Type 1." The room fell silent for a brief moment as the weight of my words sank in. Lucas raised an eyebrow, his lion-like features accentuating his imposing presence. "You mean the Tier-5 anti-monster missile? Isn’t that… a bit overkill for this situation?" A faint chuckle escaped my lips. "It’s not about overkill, General. It’s about precision, efficiency, and, as Eliza pointed out, making a statement. Besides, we’ve yet to test this missile in real combat. What better opportunity than this?"

Porter pointed at one of the close-defense missiles and said with a smile, “This thing is also an AK but with a higher caliber, which is thirty millimeters.” With that said, Porter smacked his lips and said to Hugo, “Can I ask you a question, Hugo?” Hugo hurriedly said, “Sure, please speak up.” Porter said, “I plan to place these three close-defense missiles in the glasshouses at the three commanding points above. The installation is simple and can be assembled in a while and hoisted up directly by a helicopter. The roof of the glass house can be opened, but the requirements for the installation of this thing are very high. It must be assembled firmly on the reinforced concrete base to ensur

Space where product should have been stacked high and secured. Jericho stood near the loading bay, hands clasped behind his back. He was a lean man with sharp eyes and a habit of smiling when he shouldn’t. “Half of it’s gone,” I said flatly. Jericho swallowed. “Delayed, sir.” I took a slow step toward him. “Explain.” He hesitated. That was all it took. I drew the gun smoothly and pressed it into his chest, right over his heart. “Don’t piss me off, Jericho.”