“There’s no living thing in an area of 30 acres,” one investigator said a week later when the Army thought it safe to send in a team to inspect the barren ground.
“Works out to 31.4 acres,” said one man.
“Nothing alive anywhere,” said another.
“This thing is the fire of god.”
“The devil, you mean.”
“Either way, the Joint Chiefs have got to be pleased.”
“How so?”
“That their new weapon is so powerful and effective. Plus, it’s very inexpensive to produce.”
“Yeah, it’s great alright. And all they have to do now is figure out how to control the damned thing.”
Twenty-four hundred miles across the country from the site of the torch-and-scorch experiment, a group of men congregated within a five-sided building. Heavily guarded by man and machine, the Pentagon was the war capital of the world. It was here that talks, meetings, presentations, confabs, and secret conversations took place among the leaders, movers, and shakers of all branches of the United States military.
Their discussions were wide-ranging, running all the way from ka-blam to ka-boom, meaning that their topics included warfare, weapons, tactics, schemes, scenarios, plans, intelligence, counterintelligence, command-and-control, troop deployment, logistics, kill ratios, body disposal, and more. The work was never-ending and there was a steady hum of activity within the structure’s six-and-a-half million square feet of floor space, not counting the secret steel-lined and titanium-lined and lead-lined rooms beneath the basement of the edifice.
Waves of malevolence wafted outward from the hundreds of meetings taking place in the vast building. The strongest emanations, by far, were from some of the hidden rooms far below the earth’s surface. Even now, a meeting was in progress involving nine Senators, eleven members of the House, and a dozen uniformed military men, all officers above the rank of colonel.
“What you’re suggesting, General, will mortify the world.”
“Yes, Senator, there will be some protests, but—”
“Protests? There will be a shitstorm. Why, this will—”
“If you’ll permit me to interrupt, Senator? Thank you. We have determined that the ramifications of the proposed action will fall into five categories: political, military, Geo-political, economic, and public opinion.”
“Public opinion will be excoriating.”
“Only in the rest of the world.”
“You don’t think the press will go ballistic here?”
“Sure they will, but public opinion will come around once the consequences are experienced.”
“The consequences look like a hundred million dead people.”
“That figure is low at least by half.”
“Jesus!”
“Remember, this is something most of you in Congress wanted.”
“Something we wanted?”
“Every one of you has said, sometimes more than once, that you’d like to wipe the Middle East off the face of the earth—”
“Well, we may have said it privately but—”
“—and here’s how you’ll get your wish.”
“—we were’t being literal!”
“Well, we thought you were and here’s the plan.”
“Jesus!”
“And the plan is good. It’s solid. It’s a good plan.”
“Two hundred million dead and maybe twice that many maimed and dying is a good plan?”
“Well, we believe we have a way to avoid the maimed and the dying. The design of the plan achieves a PK of 94.”
“What the hell is a pea kay of ninety-four?”
“Sorry, Senator. PK is Probability of Kill. A PK of 94 means a kill factor of ninety-four percent.”
“Ninety-four percent dead! So, you’re going to kill everyone in the Middle East?”
“Well, ninety-four percent.”
“How will you protect Israel?”
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