Ok. this is just a test.
The Misplaced Eagle
NORAD, United States of America, 4th July 2021
“And today, we celebrate the birth of nation, a nation of hope and…….” The sound from T.V. echoed in the room, the only occupant of it, General Robertson, watched it silently. He didn’t watch the president nor listen to his speech though; no one did, he just waiting for the firework show. He always love firework, maybe that’s the reason he joined the military. War was, for him, a big firework show.
“Bastard. Come on, quit it, no one want to listen to that lame speech” He spoke, feeling a bit guilty about it. Hell, it didn’t like that he disliked this president. After years without a good leader, President Glaston at least showed some promise. It just the damn speech was so long. Finally, many minutes later, the damn speech was over and the firework show began. He watched as the beam went up to the sky of WashingtonD.C., with the WashingtonMonument as the background. It bloomed into Red, then White, then….nothing.
“What the fuck!” He blurted out, pushing the button on the remote control furiously, but nothing changed, all the channels showed the same thing. The letter of No Signal. He was about to cursed the cable company when suddenly, all hell broke out.
Suddenly, the booming noise of the alarm signal rang thought the underground base along with the red flash that soured his ears and eyes. His intercom on the desk began beeping before a shaken noise broke out. He recognized the voice as his aide, Lieutenant West Jones.
“General Robertson? General Robertson?” The voice boomed from the intercom, loud and shaken. He pushed the button. “Yeah! I’m here. What the fuck is happening?”
“We’re at DEFCON2 Sir! Please come at the control room quickly. We’re..” General Robertson ran to the control room with the speed that later would be a legend in NORAD.
Once inside, what he saw would shock him to no end. A pile of headless chicken would be the best word to describe it. Staffs ran to their positions, bumping each other in the process. Some were shouting at each other while the others were talking furiously at their microphones. The giant monitor looked….scary, with red color beeping everywhere on the world map.
“Sir? Sir!” He turned back and saw his aide, a pile of papers were with him. “Report!” Robrtson snapped.
“Yes, sir! Approximately about 2000 hours EST, all the satellites are down. We’ve also lost contact with the bases in Hawaii and Alaska and also…”
Lt. Jones stumbles with his papers, some of them falling to the ground by his attempt to hand them to the General.
“Damn it! Hand it to me!” He scowled, yanking those papers from his aide’s hands.
“Sir, there’re no missiles reports. Radar stations are still functioning. Aside from the bases outside of the mainland, we couldn’t reach any of our bases at all”
“We don’t know sir. One minute we’re still talking with our base in Iraq and then it just went silent, as well as Pearl Harbor, Yokosuka, Cyprus and many more”
“Damn!!!” He cursed and looked down at the chaotic control room and snapped.
“Fucking calm down! For God’s Sake! Act like a soldier!” At this the room calmed down a bit. General Robertson sighed with relief for the first time.
“Sir!” someone spoke behind him. “Sir! We’re picking up a satellite signal”
Well, let ISOT the whole word to 65 million years ago. What? There're no differences!!