Thursday, 21st October 2008-5

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The Program Officer broke the silence. “We have a miss. I repeat we have a miss.” The overwhelming sense of despair was tremendous as the stunned faces turned around to look at each other. On the screen, they saw the missile’s trajectory lit up as it continued on its course. It was over the Arabian Sea now and edging closer to the interior of Saudi Arabia and the capital, Riyadh. “Do it again,” shouted General Graham above the noise. He was a dogged character, and his voice was so loud that people turned around sharply to see the source of the outburst. “Do we have time?” he yelled, and the Program Operator nodded. “Well, do it again!” he shouted, his face lined with determination. The clock on the left showed nine minutes until impact. There could be no further attempts if this wasn

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