Tactical Nuke Incoming Novels & Stories

His head was bowed slightly, hands clasped between his knees. “Hey,” she rasped. He looked up instantly, storm-dark eyes meeting hers. “Hey yourself,” he said softly. “You scared the hell out of me.” Camilla managed a crooked smile. “That makes two of us.” He reached for her hand, threading their fingers together. “We did it,” she whispered. “The breach, the families… Project Cinder.” Riccardo didn’t speak for a moment. When he finally did, his voice was low. “We bought ourselves time. But that data… it’s a nuclear trigger. Every agency, every nation, every rival in our world will want it. They’ll come for us.”

Bunker access code incoming. The international summit convened in a fortified compound on the outskirts of Geneva, neutral ground turned warren of security. Delegates from allied nations arrived under heavy guard, the air thick with suspicion. Nia, embedded as Vince's speechwriter and informal advisor, navigated the corridors with a diplomatic badge clipped to her blouse. Her heels clicked on marble floors, heart pounding as she slipped a micro-drive into her pocket—stolen from the White House servers, containing prelims on the missile's trajectory data.

Kenji’s hands were shaking as he typed. "What did they attack?" Harper asked, running to Sebastian's side. "A United States Ohio-class nuclear submarine," Kenji projected a map of the Pacific Ocean. A blinking red icon was moving rapidly. "High Priestess Xanthe and her strike team breached the hull. They slaughtered the crew and took control of the vessel." Jack’s face went pale. "An Ohio-class sub carries twenty-four Trident ballistic missiles. That's enough nuclear firepower to wipe out half a continent. Where are they targeting?"

Al looks up at us, his chest almost completely healed. “Do I reject him now?” Tina asks. “What is Plan B?” I ask with full Alpha Command. Al tries to fight it, but finally his words spill out. “Hines will plant bombs in all the bunkers and they will go off as soon as the Alpha and the Princes are place,” Al gets out. “I’ll have them swept,” Terrance starts to mindlink. “And I’ll have Hines arrested by Chad.” “Caleb,” Tina orders. “Chad will kill him.”

“If the blueprint we found is accurate, he’s not just hiding here he’s preparing something. The countdown has already begun.” “Does it say what he’s launching?” Luca asked, his breath visible in the cold. “Not explicitly,” Aleksandr admitted, “but judging by the power source indicated, it’s massive. Nuclear-level energy. Whatever it is, it could change everything.” Elena’s jaw clenched. “We can’t let that happen. He’s made his move, and this is ours.” The team split into two groups, each tasked with a crucial part of the mission. Dante and Aleksandr would take out the facility’s power grid to disable the automated defenses, while Elena and Luca would infiltrate the main compound to stop the

“You’re dead men if you take another step.” Before anyone could move, a hollow, rhythmic thumping sound echoed from the locked door behind Luca. It was unmistakable. A breaching charge. Ethan’s eyes widened. “They’re coming in!” Luca didn’t need to look. The pattern, the speed, the metallic rhythm—it meant a tactical entry team was seconds away. When they came through, they wouldn’t hesitate. They’d neutralise everything in the room, including their own operatives if necessary. They had no time.

"Then you go to the secure bunker under the East Wing with Sage and Juniper. No communications, no external signals. You do not exist until I say otherwise." He turned back to the leather map on the wall, his finger tracing the blue line of the border river. "Dante, you take the second vanguard. We position ourselves at the main bridge. If the Nightbreeze outriders cross the marker, we deploy the silver-weighted gas. We do not advance, we..." A sudden, high-pitched screech tore through the office. It didn't come from the intercom. It came from every single device in the room simultaneously. My phone, Kira's phone, the wall-mounted tactical monitors, and the main strategic console on my fathe

"If you take your thumb off that switch, I will snap your spine so slowly you will beg for hell." "I don't think you understand the math of the board, King," Vance laughed nervously, stepping behind his four mercenaries. "This trigger is a dual relay dead man switch. If I press it, the thermite detonates, and your children burn. If you kill me and my thumb slips... the override sequence completes, the nuclear silos open, and the entire city burns." Vance raised his chin, his eyes gleaming with the phantom arrogance of a man who thought he had finally cornered the apocalypse.

"They have the activation signal. They’re pinging the perimeter." Thud. Thud. The heavy boots of tactical teams hit the concrete above us. A high-pitched, electronic whine begins to permeate the room, vibrating against my teeth. It’s the signal. It’s the link. "It’s starting," I moan, my hands flying to my head as a blinding, white-hot flash of data slams into my mind. I see blueprints. I see lines of code. I see the facility, glowing like a beacon in the dark.

They weren't trying to reclaim their investment anymore; they were cleansing the ledger with kinetic rods of solid tungsten falling from the satellite arrays at Mach ten. "They’ve targeted the entire maritime basin!" Vance’s voice was barely audible over the high-frequency shriek of the air itself compressing under the weight of the descending strikes. He was being dragged backward down the tilted deck of the Aethelgard Tyrant by Tari, his cybernetic legs throwing a frantic trail of dead gray sparks across the shattered smart-glass. "We have less than forty-five seconds before impact, Zora! There is no bunker deep enough to survive an orbital needle! We have to abandon the mainframe!"