“Do you think they’ll cave in this time Nathan?” Black asked. He had finished off the organising of the deployment of the shuttles carrying the missiles and had returned to the bridge.
“If they don’t want millions of people to die, they have to,” Jericho replied.
“When you put it that way, I suppose they have no choice.”
“There’s always a choice, I’m sure they’ll leave it to the last minute before they make the right one.”
“Let’s hope not. I’ll be glad to be done with this and be gone where we can enjoy the fruits of all this hard work,” Black commented.
A thought occurred to Jericho then. His eyes widened as he turned to look at his friend, “Did you disengage the tracking chips in the missiles?” he asked.
“No, you know that can’t be done until the two codes are entered, one at the d
