Powerpuff Girls: Shattered Reality
Chapter 3
April 6, 2001 AD
Oval Office, White House, Washington DC, United States of America
The President growled under his breath. The surprise gas attack by the Chinese Army had taken the entire western front by surprise. The black gas had been spread over the entire front, from the Canadian to the Mexican borders. He could picture the thousands of American troops laying dead wherever the gas had hit them.
He gestured to the Secret Service agent standing nearby. The agent stepped forward and held up a black suitcase handcuffed to his wrist. He placed the suitcase in front of the President and opened it. Inside the suitcase was a large screen showing major military and political targets in China. Also listed were armed American ICBMs loaded with chemical bombs ready to fire at those targets.
President Utonium sighed. He placed his fingerprint onto the scanner and was identified. He stepped back and Secretary of State Hedges placed his fingerprint on the space, confirming the President's order. The President stepped forward again. With the push of a button, he would deliver over a hundred chemical weapons strikes against China. He reached towards the red button . . .
Same Time
Hanger 2, Nevada Desert, Secret Military Base codenamed "Area 51"
The small device on the tabletop was familiar to many citizens of the United States, especially those old enough to remember the Cold War with the Soviet Union.
The Geiger Counter, which had been sitting peacefully, suddenly went wild with clicking as a young red-haired girl floated by.
"Ensign" Blossom growled. "Haven't you figured out how to shut that thing up yet?"
Ensign Millard saluted crisply. "No, ma'am. There's no way to get it to discriminate between your radiation and nuclear radiation."
Blossom sighed. "Yes, I guess there isn't. Still -" She was cut off as the dozen giant silo doors buried in the sand outside ground open, revealing gleaming white missiles, tipped with chemical warheads.
"What the Hell?!" Blossom started, realizing what was happening. "SHIT! Ensign, get the report to the White House NOW!"
The White House
The Secretary of War, Thom Rodgers, burst into the Oval Office as the President placed his finger on the button. "Mr. President, wait! We just got a new report from the front lines!"
President Utonium pulled his hand back. Turning to face his SecWar, he asked somewhat coldly, "What? How many dead?"
Rodgers cleared his throat. "None, sir."
The President's eyes widened. "What?!"
The SecWar said it again. "None dead, sir. The gas caused minor irritation and some coughing, but nothing more than what chalk dust would. Also, the reports confirm that the Chinese did not begin attacking until the gas had dissipated, for reasons unknown."
The President scratched his chin in confusion. "That doesn't make sense. Why would you use a worthless gas, and then wait out the time that your enemy is panicking?" He pondered on this issue. "Get a chemical analysis of that gas, if you can find any. We need to know what it is."
"Yes, sir" Rodgers left the Oval Office.
The President turned and saw the suitcase still open on the table. "Deactivate that thing and get it out of my sight" he said with disgust.
Chapter 3
April 6, 2001 AD
Oval Office, White House, Washington DC, United States of America
The President growled under his breath. The surprise gas attack by the Chinese Army had taken the entire western front by surprise. The black gas had been spread over the entire front, from the Canadian to the Mexican borders. He could picture the thousands of American troops laying dead wherever the gas had hit them.
He gestured to the Secret Service agent standing nearby. The agent stepped forward and held up a black suitcase handcuffed to his wrist. He placed the suitcase in front of the President and opened it. Inside the suitcase was a large screen showing major military and political targets in China. Also listed were armed American ICBMs loaded with chemical bombs ready to fire at those targets.
President Utonium sighed. He placed his fingerprint onto the scanner and was identified. He stepped back and Secretary of State Hedges placed his fingerprint on the space, confirming the President's order. The President stepped forward again. With the push of a button, he would deliver over a hundred chemical weapons strikes against China. He reached towards the red button . . .
Same Time
Hanger 2, Nevada Desert, Secret Military Base codenamed "Area 51"
The small device on the tabletop was familiar to many citizens of the United States, especially those old enough to remember the Cold War with the Soviet Union.
The Geiger Counter, which had been sitting peacefully, suddenly went wild with clicking as a young red-haired girl floated by.
"Ensign" Blossom growled. "Haven't you figured out how to shut that thing up yet?"
Ensign Millard saluted crisply. "No, ma'am. There's no way to get it to discriminate between your radiation and nuclear radiation."
Blossom sighed. "Yes, I guess there isn't. Still -" She was cut off as the dozen giant silo doors buried in the sand outside ground open, revealing gleaming white missiles, tipped with chemical warheads.
"What the Hell?!" Blossom started, realizing what was happening. "SHIT! Ensign, get the report to the White House NOW!"
The White House
The Secretary of War, Thom Rodgers, burst into the Oval Office as the President placed his finger on the button. "Mr. President, wait! We just got a new report from the front lines!"
President Utonium pulled his hand back. Turning to face his SecWar, he asked somewhat coldly, "What? How many dead?"
Rodgers cleared his throat. "None, sir."
The President's eyes widened. "What?!"
The SecWar said it again. "None dead, sir. The gas caused minor irritation and some coughing, but nothing more than what chalk dust would. Also, the reports confirm that the Chinese did not begin attacking until the gas had dissipated, for reasons unknown."
The President scratched his chin in confusion. "That doesn't make sense. Why would you use a worthless gas, and then wait out the time that your enemy is panicking?" He pondered on this issue. "Get a chemical analysis of that gas, if you can find any. We need to know what it is."
"Yes, sir" Rodgers left the Oval Office.
The President turned and saw the suitcase still open on the table. "Deactivate that thing and get it out of my sight" he said with disgust.