I watch with hope as the simultaneous explosions of the nuclear device implanted next to the loudspeakers and the one right in front of her face in the chopper make the giant bitch shriek and fall backwards. I could swear that I’ve heard it both through the speakers but also through the walls of the plane itself.
Next to me the President looks as hopeful as I am, but then his expression changes.
“Oh my God” we both say at the same time.
The giant’s fall has caused an earthquake that has brought half of Delaware, Maryland and DC down. A few seconds later, a thousand feet tall wave which is the front of the tsunami she just caused washes the other half away.
We both remain speechless for a few seconds. We had discussed that this could happen, but it does not make it any less shocking.
Someone else, the Secretary of State, takes us out of our trances.
“She would have done it herself if we would have not killed her”
He is rationally right, but still, what I’ve commanded my men to do does not seem right. We should be celebrating the demise of the monster that has brought a sizeable part of the country down, but the cost in lives and cities is too high to bear.
A voice to our right kills any hopes at relief, if not celebration, we might have felt.
“She’s still breathing!”
The satellite imagery is clear enough to let us see that the damned brat’s generous chest is visibly moving up and down. She seems to be unconscious or disoriented, but she’s breathing.
I turn towards the President, looking for approval. He nods and says:
“Throw everything we have at her”
I give the order a second later.
Bombers, fighters, ships and missile stations in the area all shoot at once. We look at the screen in the situation room to see all of them slowly converging into her. With her vicinity effectively devastated, there was no reason to restrain on the nukes, so half of the payload approaching the massive bitch belongs to the strategic arsenal.
They hit her. And hit her again. For the space of ten minutes, missile after missile hits her, mushroom shaped clouds dissolving as the shockwave of the next missile prevents them from properly forming.
Never again in history there has been such an amount of firepower unleashed. It vastly surpasses everything that was used in WW2 over the course of 6 years. Never again has a single spot on Earth been hit with such devastating power.
The explosions are so frequent and bright that there’s no way any sensors will be able to give us a valid reading on what’s going on there. But we are hopeful. It’s just impossible for something to survive the Hell on Earth that we have just released.
The hardest part of it all are the minutes after the last missile hits. Waiting for the cloud of dust to settle and to be able to have a peek of what are the results of the attack is almost killing me. Imagery finally starts coming back. It is all coming from satellites. No human without protection is going to be able to approach that spot in the East Coast for years. But it will have been worth it. A voice I did not want to hear in the back of my head adds: “If it worked”.
Like a TV that was not properly tuned and is being adjusted, we finally start getting details of the scenario under the cloud. We all freeze when the screens return us something that should have been impossible.
The body of the gigantic girl is still there… and it does not seem to be too visibly affected by the barrage of megatons that just hit her. I don’t want to see it but I’m forced to look for it. I realize that her chest is still rhythmically bouncing before anyone else tells me so.
How can it be? How can a creature possibly survive a nuclear device exploding in her ear, another one right in front of her face and then half our nuclear arsenal everywhere along her body? It escapes imagination.
Parts of her body other than her chest start moving soon enough. Her fists clench and I see the girl start to sit down. Her voice comes soon after. I realize that she is yelling for the first time. Having sounded so thundering when she had just been speaking, I had not realized about the fact that her tone had been normal before hearing her really upset.
“YOU FUCKING MICROBES!” she exclaims for all the world to see. “HOW DARE YOU?” she says. Then, she stops, as if to take some air and her voice comes back, even louder and more threatening. “HOW DARE YOU?”
I react instinctively.
“Launch wave 2”
Wave 2 was never a very big bet, to start with. No one thought that Wave 1 would not be able to do the job. It’s mostly composed of the nimbler and easier to deploy fighter jets, carrying a combination of nuclear weapons and conventional payload.
I start seeing tiny explosions along her skin, combined with brighter ones, coming from the tactical nukes, which are considerably less powerful than the first ones we hit her with.
This seems to disorient her for a second, but it’s visibly not hurting her significantly. She starts looking around and soon finds some of her attackers.
Her eyes shine, but I cannot see the laser beams that I had been expecting. I realize that she did something else. Rather than focusing the energy through her eyes, she just released it widely, almost as if she had been broadcasting. A thousand fighter jets disintegrate and the ruins of the Eastern Seaboard catch fire as the rocky waters bathing them start evaporating.
“YOU FUCKING GNATS!” she says between her teeth as she starts rising to her feet.
I don’t know how to react. I look to the right and I see that no one else seems to have a clue either.
“What do we do?” the President says.
I see the anger in her face for the first time as she gets back to her full height and looks around, more threatening than ever.
“HOW DARE YOU?” she bellows again.
I feel cold sweat running down my back again. Through the skin I see as the giant girl narrows her eyes and utters her latest threat.
“I WILL MAKE A FUCKING EXAMPLE OF YOU” she says and her chest bounces visibly as she is saying that. No doubt that she is really angry. “I WILL ERASE THIS FUCKING COUNTRY FROM THE FACE OF EARTH!”
I swallow hard.