In an unknown location, but in plain sight stood a small wooden shack out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by old green deciduous trees. It seemed to be a lavatory of some sorts, but once entered by an adventuring person seeking to relieve themselves after leaving his bag outside found that it was just that. An outhouse in the middle of the woods. But to the trained eye they would notice a hidden wooden switch that looked at first to be an old flushing handle. But once they grab this object and push the object down, there was nothing. A useless object to the person that was rough to the touch, and a bit moldy.
Everything about this lavatory was just old. From the old splitting wood that was a dark green from mold, to the door that barely stood on its hinges, to the 'toilet bowl'. The toilet bowl had a scent that had a disgusting scent… But it didn't smell of an unclean posterior, nor the scent of the old fecal matter that formed a cesspool at the bottom of the hole made under this structure.. No, something more disgusting, and unsettling. But to the untrained nose, the person would assume something dead, or a skunk was nearby. Which wasn't common in these woods, animals kill each other all the time in the game of life, and skunks were pretty common, this person who decided to come out and take a walk in these woods would have noticed a few on the way.
But anyway… The adventurer would finish their business and walk out of the wooden structure with their needs satisfied for the moment then find himself missing the bag that they so needed. But they placed the bag right near the door, it was surely impossible for this to happen due to error. There was somebody there.. Maybe they were playing a trick, maybe they just hid the bag somewhere. But this person who lost his bag would notice the disgusting skunk like smell get stronger once he got out. Maybe a nearby Skunk noticed the scent of food nearby and was just attracted to the food. This give the adventurer hope.. Maybe they could save their stuff in sacrifice of his own body, because yes, skunk smell is pretty bad and would take the finest store bought tomato juice filled bathtub to remedy the stench.
But this stench was all around this person, making it impossible to track a direction. So by process of elimination they'd have to search every Cardinal Direction. Starting with the direction that was right in front of their face…
Now, to business… This adventurer was blind to the fact that this outhouse housed the entrance to something bigger, maybe a few hundred feet underground housed this large cavern that was man made, it seemed recently man made and filled with computers and men, next to them seemed to be a large structure that was stood up by a few stabilizing beams. On the bottom seemed to be a combustion engine that helped rockets escape the atmosphere and go fast enough to orbit the planet. That's what this structure is, a large rocket that was ready to launch that seemed to be surrounded on one side with a strong metal wall, maybe to protect the men behind the computers from the intense heat and smoke that would arise from this rocket launching.
Men and woman would be running around on the floor, conversing with one another silently. Each person had to keep their voices low when exchanging words with another, mostly in fear, otherwise in secret. They didn't want anybody else knowing what was going on with themselves. Even though everybody in the room was there for the same thing.
One man behind his console, that was lit up in a spectacle of greens, reds, and yellows would hold a clean silver key in his hand.. He was eying a keyhole that was right below him, on the left was a small glass case holding a glowing red button. He had a look of uncertainty on his face. Sweat would beat down his face like what he was going to do would spell the destruction of many lives, taking mothers from children, fathers from families, husbands from wives, and in vice versa. But standing behind him was seemed to be a General, from his badges and insignia. On his shoulder it sported a logo, wasn't belonging to any world army… But to a company, the well famous Ryder Tech symbol.
The General looked at his solder with impatience before speaking up "I command you to launch the Armageddon system at this instant." The superior commanded to his subordinate who was a bit hesitant at the moment. "Come on, we don't have all day."
The man with the key while deciding if he should follow the order or not heard the fateful clocking of a weapon and felt the steel of the muzzle be pointed at his head. "Do it now, do you want to be known as a world hero? The one who launched the instrument of peace?" The General asked in a soft tone, which added to the soldier's oncoming fears of death.
The man would soon comply with the General's commands in fear of his life being cut short by his own decisions. He pushed the key in its respective hole and turned it slowly to the left, which made the casing fly up and exposed the red button for just about anybody whom wanted to press the attractive glowing red button. But the Soldier soon reached over and hovered his hand above the button, gave a look to his superior before quickly slamming his hand down heavily.
The ground around them soon shook as the other half of the iron shielding slammed shut on the rocket as that began to shake as well. The rocket would soon achieve lift-off and slowly rise out from the silo. Outside the earth seemingly split apart for this rocket's launch, a black ball of smoke plumed out from the opening accompanied by flames that arose following the smoke as the nose of the rocket would slowly arise out and show its begin shell that seemed to hold something inside. It surely wasn't food for the brave men and woman in the International Space Station. The hull of the rocket was pure white with black stripes, it was nearly the same design of patterns and colours as the Saturn V rocket that sent our first men to the moon and back, but it wasn't the honourable Saturn V, no, it was worse.
It's payload that was held inside the casing was one of two parts that would be delivered to an orbit. Whoever was nearby would soon see the giant rocket rise into the air, leaving a white trail of smoke behind it as it successfully achieved flight.
Back inside the cavern, people celebrate of their success with Champagne and happy hugs as they finally got something into space, only a matter of time until they find out if the payload was successful in its task. But no matter now, that was an hour away until they'd see their results. The General and the Soldier who launched the rocket in a joint cooperation would be hoisted up and paraded around the cavern like they were like heroes. Well, they weren't exactly the heroes that everybody needed at the moment.
In Boston it'd be a different story, the explosion that took place on the roof nearly whipped out the Defensive and Police forces on the ground from the by-product of the massive crude explosion on the roof of the skyscraper. Huge piles of rubble were sent hurling towards the ground at quick speeds that would doom the man who wasn't paying attention. But how could they not pay attention, they were looking up at the source of the explosion as it happened and witnessed the rubble being dropped upon them. Some of them frozen in fear would be hesitant to move from their spots as death rushed upon them quickly. While the severely injured were abandoned and given their deserved rest. But the others would scramble for the nearest cover or anything to protect them.
Their only salvation from the hell being rained upon them at the moment was inside the building, it provided enough shelter and distance from the falling rubble, but at the cost of possible imprisonment inside the structure as the attackers were still possibly in the building capitalising on this explosion and are waiting to strike at the best moment. Meanwhile, people outside would just have to look at the damage as the courtyard in-front the large skyscraper would be destroyed by the dust and debris that followed from the explosion. What was once a beautiful courtyard that was fun for all ages. Now was a wasteland, a memorial of what's to come in the future.
Memories are destroyed that day, and so are the unfortunate. But bodies are one a dozen, these few people who died are a statistic for an even larger problem.
The Major grabbed Michael and pulled him inside the building before the officer's life was cut short by the fallen rouble. Quickly rushing inside with the burst of adrenaline that flowed through the Major. Like every human in a time of fear, when their primal fight or flight sense was activated. But the Major used his natural instinct to save Michael from the death that came from above. Now inside the skyscraper they were huddled with fifteen other survivors who had the same idea to seek refuge in the damaged building. Luck-fully for them, they'd be accompanied by the flash of red emergency lights and the blaring of fire alarms that would happen throughout the building.
The men inside all had matching dark green uniforms on, a button down cotton silk shirt that hid their level three ballistics armor. Plain black baseball caps sat on their heads to cover their heads from the sun and their black aviators that covered their faces now hanging off their shirt necks so they could have better sight in this ruby lit room. Over their shirts were a set of leather holders for weapons, flairs, radios, anything a guard would need would be in these holders. They were hung over the shirt by leather straps that wrapped around their waists and over their shoulders. They seemed to be lightly armed and not prepared for these invaders.
On their sides was an experimental electrical pistol that B.O.T Net had recently invented for non-lethal use. They were concealed by a black leather holster that held the relatively small pistol. Beating the size of the Saturday Night Special by only a few inches it seemed to be a laughing stock of any passer-by and petty criminals. But if they were un-lucky to go toe to toe with this weapon. They'd figure out this weapon packed a punch.
"How the hell did these bastards get enough explosives to do this shit?!" One of the survivors asked loudly. Baffled by the events that unfolded in front of him, like the others around him. Even Michael, the police officer who served Boston during the marathon attacks was speechless.
"ISIS? No, they are almost gone... Something bigger? Russians?! No... Silas would never approve of this." Another commented, looking around slowly.
"Shut the fuck up, we gotta get outta here before those damn bastards whack us!" The Major shouts to quiet down the worried men in the crowd, to get the attention of the men who weren't paying attention. Their heads would look towards him while the officer would stay silent... Wanting to make it out alive other than to do his job and arrest these armed men. "We can get out from the maintenance tunnel if we leg it, somebody turn off the fucking alarm!"
Looking around they were in the main lobby where a receptionist would sit in the centre of the room in her dark-wood desk as she'd file her papers. Take her calls, and also give directions to curious individuals who had proper access to the building. A few armed guards would be in this room, now maybe resting outside under the rouble. The lobby was an expansive room, maybe a few hundred feet in every direction that leaded into a hallway after you got past the empty receptionist desk. This hallway contained the elevators that would lead to the upper floors, the deadliest part of the building.
One of the soldiers made his way over to the receptionist desk and sat behind it on the comfortable black leather chair as he got onto the computer and started to type away quickly and click a few things as the alarm sound quickly quiets and the red lights quickly go out. Now leaving them in total darkness except of the computer monitor illuminating the wall behind the soldier, leaving his shadow behind him. "Sorry, trying to get the lights working again. Whoever is upstairs is going to know we are here once I finish this." The soldier remarks as he made his final clicks and opened a program on the computer that said 'Emergency Security Override' and let the program load. In a few seconds all the lights in the building flickered on. A nice relief in all the horrible moments that were unfolding in-front of the men.