16-11-2024, 03:18 AM
Secret military location somewhere in the Kingdom of Wnruke (close to Jelbe), 20 of November 5570, 15:28.
In front of him the three concrete doors opened and smoke started to escape from them. The military officers near him got quite nervous at this age. "Sir, this is highly unusual, at any stage of a test session we should all be inside to observe the effective-" He interrupted the senior officer. "No, I explicitly want to witness it from here. I want to see the hatches open and the missiles preparing. All is well, Colonel, that I am assured of." He smiled wryly at the Nuclear Command officer.
The same exercise was clear across other military installations. They both checked the code twice. 5-8-1-2-9-1-2-2-0. The code was entered and the two officers entered their keys to open the next code. Then the phone rang, the senior officer picked up and Lieutenant Sryca closely observed him. After only a few seconds the captain hung up. "Grab the book, now," he said. He did as his superior said by reaching for the book and opening it on the correct page. Right at that time a fax came in. "Engage, engage, engage. Follow procedure." To him it was clear. He opened the file to the appropriate page and waited for the correct code. The tube with the code never came. It was one of the endless exercises.
Once again he cursed himself. He looked at his superior. "Honestly, Baokrt, if I don't get to launch anything by the end of the year I will absolutely sign in with the divisional therapist. Without a bet." He smiled at him, but he quickly realised his joke was lost - many more had requested the exact same thing. As he walked out the office he could only say one thing: "Fuck."
In front of him the three concrete doors opened and smoke started to escape from them. The military officers near him got quite nervous at this age. "Sir, this is highly unusual, at any stage of a test session we should all be inside to observe the effective-" He interrupted the senior officer. "No, I explicitly want to witness it from here. I want to see the hatches open and the missiles preparing. All is well, Colonel, that I am assured of." He smiled wryly at the Nuclear Command officer.
The same exercise was clear across other military installations. They both checked the code twice. 5-8-1-2-9-1-2-2-0. The code was entered and the two officers entered their keys to open the next code. Then the phone rang, the senior officer picked up and Lieutenant Sryca closely observed him. After only a few seconds the captain hung up. "Grab the book, now," he said. He did as his superior said by reaching for the book and opening it on the correct page. Right at that time a fax came in. "Engage, engage, engage. Follow procedure." To him it was clear. He opened the file to the appropriate page and waited for the correct code. The tube with the code never came. It was one of the endless exercises.
Once again he cursed himself. He looked at his superior. "Honestly, Baokrt, if I don't get to launch anything by the end of the year I will absolutely sign in with the divisional therapist. Without a bet." He smiled at him, but he quickly realised his joke was lost - many more had requested the exact same thing. As he walked out the office he could only say one thing: "Fuck."