"The transit hub is gone."
Kira gripped the edge of the desk as a violent tremor shook the thick floorboards of the command center. She stared at the high resolution optical feed with wide hollow eyes.
Three miles down the frozen interstate a colossal pillar of orange fire erupted from the city grid. The military bombers just unleashed their payload directly onto the subterranean commercial storage tanks. Plumes of thick black smoke breached the dense winter cloud layer and blotted out the pale sun.
"They vaporized the diesel reserve," Kira stated. Her voice carried the harsh rasp of absolute defeat.
She pressed her hand against her bandaged thigh as a fresh wave of nausea flooded her stomach. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She knew the grim mathematics of the
