Shouts of “Incoming,” galvanised the personnel of the base into action.
Some headed for the gates, running for their lives, others headed for aircraft to escape the destruction heading their way as others manned the defences, hoping to shoot down the missile.
“We have to go, now,” urged Pryde. He knew what was coming having learned of the missile’s specs and suspected that they couldn’t stop or shoot it down.
“What about me?” Richards screamed.
Pryde turned around and shot him in the head.
“Consider that mercy,” he said, then grabbed a startled Fields by the arm and pulled her after him.
“Wait, we can get to the shelters surely,” she said as they ran.
“Won’t help against this.”
The bases defences began firing at the missile that was getting nearer with each passing second. Thousand
