"Comrade President!"
"Yes, Sasha?"
"I bring both good and bad news."
"Oh great fire away..."
"The bad news is...the American fleet, with transports, is mobilizing and heading for Europe."
"Shit!....What's the good news?"
"The good news, sir, is that we have a solution!"
"...I'm listening..."
"With you permission we would like to utilize our anti-satellite missiles and with them destroy all American satellites so that we can maneuver our fleet without being seen and attack the American fleet with surprise as our advantage!"
"Sounds good but won't they just destroy our satellites?"
"Probably, but we will be ready with airborne recon already up!"
"Alright...go for it I guess."
"Yes sir!"
Sasha, the Head of Intelligence of the Russian Federation, walked out and made the call. He had three secured signal cell phones, one for the Kremlin, one for the Marshal of the Russian Federation (MRF), and one to the Head of the Strategic Rocket Forces (HRSF). He opened the phone for the HRSF.
"General Pavlov of the Strategic Rocket Forces."
"General this is Sasha at the Kremlin."
"Oh...what is wrong?"
"...nothing we need you to launch every anti-satellite missile we have."
"....uh yes sir? Are you sure?"
"Yes I've already talked to the president."
"Alright but the Americans won't like it..."
"Thank you for your cooperation, General."
All over Siberia missiles erected out of silos and on trucks. From old to new the missiles fueled up and fixed on their preprogrammed targets. All at once the missiles lit like matches and rose into the night sky. The residence of Irkutsk took note of the bright lights streaking upward and thought that maybe they were ICBMs and that nuclear holocaust was underway. As did General Pavlov, he prayed that the American's would not over react. Minutes later, to high to see, the missiles hit their targets. With the detonation of the last missile came the moment of truth in the effectiveness of the strike.
Meanwhile, at a NORAD satellite tracking station, things got a little hectic.
"Uh, sir, you may want to call the president about this one..."
"What now?"
"Thousands of multiple stage missiles were launched from Russia...and then disappeared...actually we're getting absolutely no response from any of our satellites..."
"Oh shit!...So, did they destroy our satellites just to piss us off, or jam them to make an attack on us!?"
"All I know is that there could be a million ICBMs in the air heading at us! There's just no telling!"
"Alright I'll call the president...meanwhile put the missile crews on alert!"
At the white house the president was finally getting some rest hoping nothing would happen until the fleet reached Europe...he hoped that even at that point maybe the Russians would surrender. It was a hectic term thus far. It wasn't as glorious as he figured it would be. No, in fact it sucked. What he wanted was to just be a figure head while congress handled everything. All he would have to do is wave and smile and keep his approval rating high. Maybe go to a small war, win, come back, have a parade, and then a prosperous peace for the rest of his term. Unfortunately someone had to start WWIII on the other side of the world and then bring it over here. Someone had to bring him to the decision to nuke the largest city in the country he led. And now millions would die in Europe trying to avenge their fellow citizens that died in New York. He had a feeling history books would treat him as a war monger, not the the peaceful and prosperous leader of the world's greatest nation. Oh well it is what it is at least he could rest for the time being. That is until his secretary barged in with "the phone". "The phone", as he called it was what brought pain and suffering into this hell of a job.
"Mr. President, it's NORAD!"
"Why me?", he thought, "Yes what is it? What great news do you have for me today?"
"Well sir we've lost all of our satellites and there was a large scale missile launch in Russia..."
"...and?"
"That's just it...we don't know if they were ICBMs or ASMs..."
"So, we could all be fried in a few minutes?"
"We don't know...what would you like to do?"
"Well shit! I'm not God! Open the silos and fuel the missiles and et some recon planes over Russia and tell me how they react to that? If we're not dead by then..."
"Ok and what if..."
"If you see a big flash and hear a big bang then turn the keys and unleash hell!"
"Yes sir."
A modified U-2 took off from Alaska and headed west. Meanwhile every missile in US possession was up, ready, and waiting. The U-2 made it way into Eastern Russia and managed to get a few pictures of unopened silos. It was making its way west only to be found by two MiG-31's. One flew up next to the old recon plane. The other waited patiently 15 miles behind. The one MiG signaled to the American to land, but the pilot knowing he would be imprisoned and interrogated, continued flying west. The other MiG, now 20 miles back, switched on his missile radar and locked the U-2 into his sights. Th MiG next to the U-2 rolled and turned away. The U-2 pilot knew why he did this and wanted to eject, but doing so at 60,000 ft was suicide, and it was better to die by another man's sword than ones own. He took out a picture of his girlfriend, prayed, and braced for impact. the MiG 20 miles out with his wingman now next to him launched the missile that was well locked onto the U-2. The missile dropped about ten feet, while the MIGs banked away, and lit it's powerful rocket motor. It accelerated to a speed of Mach 4 while staying on a steady course that would have it "ride up the tail pipe" of the U-2. The captain made a cross motion with his hand , looked at the picture of his girlfriend, the one he'd never see again, and saw a large flash of light. The missile clobbered the U-2 right in the fuel tank and there was nothing left , not even the cockpit. There would be no burial, for there would be nothing to bury. The MIGs noted the fireball in the distance and took note of their first kill. They then headed back with a big smile on their faces.
"Mr. President, I'm glad to report that the Russians did not nuke us...However, they destroyed all recon assets..."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we haven't a fucking clue what they're doing..."
"Like the ol' iron curtain?"
"Yeah except we're trying to conduct a war this time and we both have enough megatons to erase North America, Europe, and Northern Asia..."
"More good news...ugh if anything happens, with ballistic munitions, you have my permission to nuke the hell out of them! Don't call me again...I'd like to get some sleep before I die..."
"...yes sir..."
The US was now officially blind to the operations of the Russian Federation while trying to get its fleet across the Atlantic. They were in for one hell of a fight.
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