The Time of the Attack

by Greg Ellis

  Chapter 9 TTOFTA

  "Don't shoot. I'm advisor to the president and I'm here to inform you of a possible UARS attack. My name is Joel Jordal." The jets didn't fire but neither did he hear a response. It was tense. Would they shoot or wouldn't they? "Follow us and you'll be escorted." "Will do," Joel replied back. I've got to use that line more Joel thought.

  He was escorted to the camp and waiting for them was a tall man with nametag on his uniform that said Eshel. "What info do you have for us?" "A few months ago we received intel from the CIA that there was a possible attack." "Then why is this the first we've heard of it?" "No one thought it would actually happen. We all thought it was a red herring. Still I thought someone would have informed you." A ring was heard and the Israeli man retrieved his phone and opened it quickly. "I understand," was all the man said. "What exactly are you advisor to the president for?" "Military." "Great follow me to the war room." "What's going on?" "A large number of White Swans were detected." "White Swans? You're afraid of a bird?" "When that bird makes up the bulk of UARS air force then yes." "White swan? You mean blackjack?" "Yeah that's the ATO designation I think." The lights flickered.

  They entered the war room to pure chaos. "What's going on," Eshel yelled. "We've loss control of the majority of our systems. Radar, sensors, radio communication, and nuclear weapons seem not to be effected." "You guys have nukes," Joel asked aloud. "Of course," said Eshel. "Speaking of, have you detected any nukes aboard the ships?" Someone yelled out, "No but they are everywhere, all over the entire nation." "What does that mean," asked Eshel. "It means they don't want to kill you, hopefully. What is the motive though?" "What was the motive for the Mars attack," asked the Eshel. "Food." Everyone was scrambling to try and regain access to the systems.

  "How well do you know your Articles of Colonization? Who are the donor nations?" Joel looked at Eshel puzzled. "UARS and of course the AU. There was some smaller nation but I can never remember which." "Oh thanks," came the voice of the Eshel oozing with sarcasm. "We are on that list. We were supposed to give some our excess to Jordan. The backstabbers!" Joel though about it. It sounded plausible. "So a gambit for food and resources?" "Seems so." That didn't sit right with Joel.

  "A magician's greatest trick is not that he makes something disappear. It's that he misdirects you so he can make something disappear." "What's that suppose to mean?" "It means something else is going on." "And do you have any evidence to support that?" "No its just conjecture but the CIA might." Joel grabbed a satellite phone from his pocket and dialed. He heard Arab voices. Then he heard the voices speaking in Hebrew. Then came the English. They spoke brightly and cheerfully. "Israel is being invaded by UARS. Have a nice day." Joel hung up.

  "They're affecting the satellites." "What kind of virus can affect so many systems?" Joel had a sinking feeling. How did they get their hands on it? "They are asking for our surrender," someone shouted above the bustle. "Do we have any choice?" "No. They likely have control of the LLAMA satellites and even if they didn't we'd have no way to access it. You guys haven't been able to launch any planes have you?" "No whatever this is affected the nav systems on them."

  "Tell them we surrender," called Eshel. Everyone in the room looked sadden by that announcement but not shocked. They knew there was no hope. "Adonai, Adonai," someone shouted out. A beeping sound came. Now everyone in the room started to look shocked. "Enemy contacts are being destroyed." "By what," Eshel shouted. "No clue." "Well get someone up top and see." “I’ll go,” Joel said quickly. He rushed out the room and to an elevator. When he got to the top he rushed out. "There's no way," Joel said. It was hailing. Not tiny sizes but great big golf ball sized hail. There also appeared to some sort of meteor shower going on. Blackjacks were being destroyed everywhere. The odds against both events happening at the same time and having a beneficial outcome were astronomical.

  Reason no longer made any sense to Joel. All he could do was manage to mouth the word, "What?"

  Epilogue

  All this has happened before and all this will happen again.

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