Chapter Sixty-Four - Anti-Antithesis-Anti-Air
Chapter Sixty-Four - Anti-Antithesis-Anti-Air
"Orbital defences aren't an option anymore. They're a necessity. I understand that there are political frictions involved with planting weapons past low Earth orbit, but for the safety and security of our nation and people, we must prepare to receive the alien threat as far from land as possible, and that means installations in outer space!"
--General Whitacker to the US Congress, 2023
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"Hey, boss, what's the plan?" Gros Baton asked, leaning lazily against the doorframe of the Big Gun's command room. His call had caught the attention of the others.
I looked around. We were all here, it seemed, with one extra, even in the form of Emoscythe. Tankette was still making her way over while wiping her hands on a small tank-patterned towelette. She was close enough to hear, though.
A quick check of my augs showed me that we were a few minutes shy of six in the evening. When had the time flown? Also, had I skipped lunch? I couldn't remember if I'd eaten anything since that poutine earlier, and that was like, overnight.
Right, people were expecting shit from me, and I couldn't just sit here and bitch about being hungry, even if I really wanted to. "Alright boys, girls and Grasshopper," I said.
Grasshopper giggled, so I figured that one had landed.