Tactical Nuke Incoming Novels & Stories

Erik turned the iPad towards Alyssa and she leaned it taking in the pictures before handing it to Richard. “You think they’ll negotiate a nuclear clause in the economic treaty?” Richard asked and Erik simply shook his head, “They will make sure there is a clause that prevents the US from monitoring all resources and providing yearly checks of all industrial facilities.” He rephrased and Erik nodded. “They know they are under the threat of invasion if we found out about the factories.” Merlin said which found Alyssa’s eyebrows furrowing.

This was only a distraction to stop us from carrying out our attack tomorrow, and I won't give in. I decided to let it go for now. We will handle it later. "I guess we should focus on what's at hand and even more important for now," I began. "We will get back to this later." Clinton nodded. "I want you to go with some warriors very early in the morning and start implanting those bombs in the red breeder pack." "Yes, alpha Edwin," he responded. "You should take the secret route on the map. Do not make any mistakes.”

They had one chance to shut this down. “Once we breach the bunker, we plug in the kill code.” She turned to her father. “That’s all it takes?” Dr. Azim Shah nodded. “In theory. But Kade will have defenses. He won’t let you walk in and shut it down.” Ayesha exhaled. She expected nothing less. Adrian crossed his arms. “And if we fail?” Azim’s expression darkened. “Then Titan takes control of every automated defense system in the world.”

(Kane) The facility was a graveyard of abandoned gear and chemical foam. Miller’s tactical squad hadn’t been trained for a kinetic breach in zero-visibility conditions; they had been trained to monitor sensor pings and follow the light-bars. When the mist hit, they were nothing more than blind men stumbling through a labyrinth, and we were the predators who owned the dark.

"My dad is going to bill you for those." "Kill her!" Vork raised his gun. But before he could fire, the lights in the entire Navy Yard turned Red. [ SYSTEM ALERT: SECURITY BREACH. REACTOR OFFLINE. ] "We weren't the target," Vork whispered. Inside the Facility. While the mercenaries were busy blowing up empty cars, Jackson and his elite team had infiltrated through the old underwater drainage pipes. They emerged inside the main hangar dripping wet, silent, and deadly. "Clear," Jackson signaled.

"I've neutralized the main bomb with an EMP, but that was just a feint. Mr. Jenner isn't really a hostage—he's a decoy. Their real target is the building's central power control. They're planning to overload the city's western grid by detonating the energy core, triggering a large-scale blackout. "That culprit should be on his way to the third basement level right now." There was a brief silence on the other end of the channel before Tyler Wagner, with a steady, commanding voice, asked, "What kind of support do you need?" "I'll need your most elite tactical team and the building's full schematics. I'll have to go down the ventilation ducts to stay off the culprit's radar." Tyler immediately

Scott said. “They’d have to kill me, cause I would never. So you want me to figure out the bomb for the U.S.’s purposes or what? Don’t we already have like 2,600 more nukes than everyone else?” Scott and I glanced at each other, I guess I needed to make it idiot proof for her. “It’s not about us using it, it’s about knowing how they would do it and what they would need to do it, and how they would deploy it,” I said.

This case seems bigger than what he thought. "It's a medical drawing. It tells us that…all these four people have chips that planted in their nerves close to their brain stem, it has a nuclear code around the world. The nuc will randomly launch and attack to a random route. The only way to stop this nuc being launch is to kill all of them at the same exact time. If we kill only 3 people and left one, it will automatically activate the code and it still can launch the attack." All of them turn silent hearing Yu Lin's explanation. "How they controlled it?" Richard asked.

One of the intelligence officers turned pale immediately. “Oh my God…” “What?” I demanded. He looked toward me slowly. “Black Dawn was never supposed to exist.” Fear spread through the room instantly. I stepped forward. “Tell me.” The officer swallowed hard. “It’s a last resort protocol created decades ago during the Cold War.” My chest tightened. “What kind of protocol?” Nobody answered immediately. Then finally— “Nuclear retaliation.” The room exploded into panic. “That’s impossible!” “They don’t have launch access!” “Unless they infiltrated the silos—”