Powerpuff Girls: Shattered Reality
February 16, 2001 AD
The Oval Office, The White House, Washington DC, United States of America
The President of the United States, supposedly the most powerful man in the world, certainly did not look the part. Sure, he had during the campaign trail, the crazy election results from New York, and his inauguration in January of this year, but then all hell broke loose. . .
It had begun at 5:32 AM, Pacific time, February 2. The front line of the invasion fleet had been mistaken for massive cargo shipments from China. That illusion had lasted until the landing craft had opened and half a million Red Chinese troops poured into San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Seattle. The hasty resistance from the US forces in the area was crushed, and the US military pulled back to safer positions.
The President ran a hand through his brown hair. "Ok, Thom. What's the situation on the West Coast?"
Thom Rodgers, the Secretary of War, sighed. "Not good, sir. We estimate about a million Chinese troops occupying pretty much our entire western seaboard. We have no military presence in the area to speak of, and the strict gun-control acts California passed are removing any hope of civilian resistance. We've pulled back everything from the front lines, and we're pooling it in a defensive line next to the Sierra Nevada mountain range. But. . ." (here John shook his head) "we're just spread too thin. It'll take months to pull our forces out from Iran, Egypt and Somalia, and we don't have that kind of time."
The President's face was a mask of stone. He had expected it to be bad, but not THAT bad. . .
"John, what do the Big Three say?"
John Hedges, Secretary of State, held up some papers. "Sir, England is too caught up in their own civil war to help us. I have received apologies from London, however, and I believe we may expect aid from them once their civil war is completed."
The President smirked darkly. "In other words, never." He waved his hand for John to continue. The SecState complied.
"The official line from Germany is neutrality. I would guess that they're worried about the Middle East oil fields being lost if they go to war with China."
"So, any help from Europe is out of the question."
"Yes, sir. We have gotten some promising messages from the Russians, but they are officially claiming neutrality."
The President rubbed his chin. An alliance with the Russians. He almost smiled at the 'joke'. America and Russia fighting alongside each other barely 7 years since the end of the Cold War. . .
John cleared his throat to get the President's attention again. "One more thing, sir. Both Russia and Germany have sent messages to us and the Chinese. The messages say, in effect, that they will go to war against the first country to use nuclear weapons."
"Damn!" cursed the President. The message from the Russians and Germans effectively took away America's ace-in-the-hole: the largest nuclear stockpile in the world.
The President looked up. "Thanks. You can go now." John and Thom stood to walk out of the room.
"Wait, Thom, stay a second."
"Sir?"
The President sighed. "Thom, they've tied our nuclear hand. What's the situation on that new eapon you've been funding?"
SecWar Thom smiled. "Sir, we've begun the first testing earlier today. Once it's up and running, we'll blast those Chink bastards back to the Wall."
"Excellent" said the President with a grin. But, that grin quickly faded as the President's eyes settled on a picture of his family. He reached out and took the picture from his desk and stared at it. He looked up at Thom with the fiantest glimmering of tears in his eyes. "Have you found anything, Thom? Anything about them?"
Thom's steel-blue eyes softened at his longtime friend's distress. "No, sir. No word from anywhere. As far as we know, they vanished clear off the map."
The President looked once more at the picture, then sighed hard and placed it back on his desk. He then glanced up at Thom. "Thom, make that weapon happen. No more failures."
Thom saluted. "Yes, sir." The general turned on a dime and strided out of the Oval Office, leaving the President alone.
The President ran his fingers along the frame of the picture. Tears slowly ran down his face. "Oh, my girls. . . Where are you?"
Alone in his office, the most powerful man on Earth, Commander in Chief of the entire United States military, Jack Utonium cried.
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Two hours later
The Office, Reichstag, Berlin, Germany
The leader of Germany sat behind a desk not much unlike his American counterpart. The red armband on his right arm contrasted sharply with his steel-gray boots and black clothing. Behind him hung a giant German flag, the large red rectangle with a white circle, centered on a black tilted, hooked cross. The display was obviously to imtimidate anyone who entered the Office of the Fuehrer of Germany.
The chilling display did not faze the small form now standing in his Office now, however. The Fuehrer smiled.
"What information do you bring from America, Agent Blue?"
The small figure lifted her face, looking the Fuehrer directly in the eyes.
"Plenty, sir. And plenty you will find useful. . . "
February 16, 2001 AD
The Oval Office, The White House, Washington DC, United States of America
The President of the United States, supposedly the most powerful man in the world, certainly did not look the part. Sure, he had during the campaign trail, the crazy election results from New York, and his inauguration in January of this year, but then all hell broke loose. . .
It had begun at 5:32 AM, Pacific time, February 2. The front line of the invasion fleet had been mistaken for massive cargo shipments from China. That illusion had lasted until the landing craft had opened and half a million Red Chinese troops poured into San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Seattle. The hasty resistance from the US forces in the area was crushed, and the US military pulled back to safer positions.
The President ran a hand through his brown hair. "Ok, Thom. What's the situation on the West Coast?"
Thom Rodgers, the Secretary of War, sighed. "Not good, sir. We estimate about a million Chinese troops occupying pretty much our entire western seaboard. We have no military presence in the area to speak of, and the strict gun-control acts California passed are removing any hope of civilian resistance. We've pulled back everything from the front lines, and we're pooling it in a defensive line next to the Sierra Nevada mountain range. But. . ." (here John shook his head) "we're just spread too thin. It'll take months to pull our forces out from Iran, Egypt and Somalia, and we don't have that kind of time."
The President's face was a mask of stone. He had expected it to be bad, but not THAT bad. . .
"John, what do the Big Three say?"
John Hedges, Secretary of State, held up some papers. "Sir, England is too caught up in their own civil war to help us. I have received apologies from London, however, and I believe we may expect aid from them once their civil war is completed."
The President smirked darkly. "In other words, never." He waved his hand for John to continue. The SecState complied.
"The official line from Germany is neutrality. I would guess that they're worried about the Middle East oil fields being lost if they go to war with China."
"So, any help from Europe is out of the question."
"Yes, sir. We have gotten some promising messages from the Russians, but they are officially claiming neutrality."
The President rubbed his chin. An alliance with the Russians. He almost smiled at the 'joke'. America and Russia fighting alongside each other barely 7 years since the end of the Cold War. . .
John cleared his throat to get the President's attention again. "One more thing, sir. Both Russia and Germany have sent messages to us and the Chinese. The messages say, in effect, that they will go to war against the first country to use nuclear weapons."
"Damn!" cursed the President. The message from the Russians and Germans effectively took away America's ace-in-the-hole: the largest nuclear stockpile in the world.
The President looked up. "Thanks. You can go now." John and Thom stood to walk out of the room.
"Wait, Thom, stay a second."
"Sir?"
The President sighed. "Thom, they've tied our nuclear hand. What's the situation on that new eapon you've been funding?"
SecWar Thom smiled. "Sir, we've begun the first testing earlier today. Once it's up and running, we'll blast those Chink bastards back to the Wall."
"Excellent" said the President with a grin. But, that grin quickly faded as the President's eyes settled on a picture of his family. He reached out and took the picture from his desk and stared at it. He looked up at Thom with the fiantest glimmering of tears in his eyes. "Have you found anything, Thom? Anything about them?"
Thom's steel-blue eyes softened at his longtime friend's distress. "No, sir. No word from anywhere. As far as we know, they vanished clear off the map."
The President looked once more at the picture, then sighed hard and placed it back on his desk. He then glanced up at Thom. "Thom, make that weapon happen. No more failures."
Thom saluted. "Yes, sir." The general turned on a dime and strided out of the Oval Office, leaving the President alone.
The President ran his fingers along the frame of the picture. Tears slowly ran down his face. "Oh, my girls. . . Where are you?"
Alone in his office, the most powerful man on Earth, Commander in Chief of the entire United States military, Jack Utonium cried.
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Two hours later
The Office, Reichstag, Berlin, Germany
The leader of Germany sat behind a desk not much unlike his American counterpart. The red armband on his right arm contrasted sharply with his steel-gray boots and black clothing. Behind him hung a giant German flag, the large red rectangle with a white circle, centered on a black tilted, hooked cross. The display was obviously to imtimidate anyone who entered the Office of the Fuehrer of Germany.
The chilling display did not faze the small form now standing in his Office now, however. The Fuehrer smiled.
"What information do you bring from America, Agent Blue?"
The small figure lifted her face, looking the Fuehrer directly in the eyes.
"Plenty, sir. And plenty you will find useful. . . "