The world was again riveted by a mass destruction act. The shield nukes struck and did what needed doing. And the fallout was like nothing from the past. But the damage was done and that said it all. The dead had mostly been vaporized and rather swiftly by comparison. There were many casualties and survivors from the calamity imposed upon them by cap's order. Same was true with Tehran. But cap didn't care one damn bit.
Results.
That was what he looked for as he scanned over the holograms of the target sites now that they were rendered no more.
Sabra joined him. "Solid hits Steve." He nodded while looking it over. He went with his gut. "Can we target Mecca?" She nodded. "Definitely. I was hoping you'd ask actually." "Do it." She carried out the order.
"Mecca and Medina targeted Captain," she said formally again.
He returned to the fore as before. "Launch the warheads." The order was carried out.
Some time later in his cabin cap saw the real time update: Mecca and Medina were no more. Nuked. That would send Islam into crazy mode (not that it took much anyway) and they could be destroyed similarly as well. Anything nuke level and below cap could use for the cause here. He could and would use bio chem weapons on them too if needed. There were always options.
"Sabra to Rogers." "Go ahead Sabra." "Targets confirmed destroyed Captain." "Good work. The world gets a little freer." "Yes it does."
Freedom's light was growing brighter by the day. Sometimes it took nuclear fire to make it right. Freedom too was a Phoenix from the ashes. Cap was just its payload delivery system. It was all a necessary evil. But that was the need sometimes. And they were rising up to meet the need.
Cap hadn't felt this complete in a long time. As old cap post thawing that hadn't been there anymore. Only going nomad had made that all clear to him. One had to be free in order to make those best decisions possible for freedom.
It had all been meant to be. Cap took a moment bowed his head and entered into a prayerful state. His recent actions as nomad had already changed the world. He'd already made history and was making history. He would likely keep making history in some form. That was his mission. And he would do it and see it done to whatever extent he was meant to do it at. That was his job from Heaven.
He was the Saint Michael operating in the world to make it better. His time as cap had been all about preparing him for that greater destiny. Back as the little Brooklynite he never would have seen it that way. Now he couldn't help but see it that way. That was who he was now; who he was meant to be. His purpose was clear. And when one's purpose was clear there was nothing the enemy could do to change that. Cap could crash right into them head on; and destroy them. Slay them for the wicked monsters that they in fact were.
Nomad's mission of slaying evil was only beginning…