Read Online Coming Home (Free Fleet Book 2) by Michael Chatfield - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Michael Chatfield
Ads: Link
it.
Chapter What the Hell Are the Crazy Aliens Up to Now?
"Mr. President, it's confirmed that the two fleets are attacking one another. The Planetary Defense Force Fleet is turning but much more slowly than the attacking fleet, which is stationary over Earth. It seems that the orbital weapons have also been knocked offline as they've stopped firing on the new fleet," an analyst said from the armored bunker that the president was in, watching the ongoing battle above their heads.
"Who are they? Have we had any communications with them?" he said, leaning forward in his chair.
"They haven't contacted us the way the Defence Force has," a communications officer said.
"Someone see if they can get contact with them and get me a line to the chiefs. We need to know what our response is going to be," he said as he sat back with hooded eyes. One day we'll be the ones dictating terms from orbit , he thought darkly as pictures on the main screen appeared and the chiefs of staff appeared.
Five minutes later everyone that mattered was online.
"What do you propose we do about this situation?" he said, his gaze focusing on the marine chief of the joint chiefs, who couldn't see the president was looking at him, but was furiously going through multiple plans that had been created after the arrival of the PDF and their stealing of the worlds youth.
The chairman, a Marine, was put into power within the last year as the Marines were an amphibious fighting force. They where being trained to be able to operate in space, due to their ability to adapt to different environments. It wasn't any of the chiefs that responded but the director of the newly minted Intelligence Agency.
"I believe we should attack during the confusion. These new forces are showing a disciplined front which scares me. If we attack them then even if we fail, we'll gain standing with the Defence Force," the former director of the CIA said in the same voice he probably ordered coffee or someone's assassination with. Quite the useful man , the president reflected as he patted himself on the back for combining the CIA, FBI, NSA, and all civilian intelligence departments into one uniform military organization. The military had gained back all of its power it had before and more. It controlled everything that happened in the United States.
"What if they're here to help rather than hurt us?” One of the 'covert' analysts said, they were damned annoying but useful, their job was to second guess everything. They had been a new thing introduced by the President that had been elected into power as the last one had been 'too soft'.
"We won't win without being decisive, we have an opportunity here.” The president surveyed the room, his eyes hard. More than one person looked away, it was hard to look into the eyes of the most powerful man on Earth. “We will attack,” he said, looking to the IA director who inclined his head as he did something off screen.
"Yes, Mr. President," the analyst said.
The president made a mental note to have the covert analysts replaced with people more… amenable with his thoughts, thinking of better ways to carry out his plans, instead of bringing them into constant question. He didn't want people to get in the way of making America the great country it had been before issues such as nuclear oversight committees and previous presidents helping other countries in aid had cropped up. Instead of making America stronger and armed with the weapons it needed to asserT it’s dominance. He would make America strong again, and he would do it with space superiority. "I suppose you want to begin this attack with the new Marines squads?"
“Yes, Mr. President, I feel that would be best.” The covert analyst said.
“General Stevens.” The president looked to the marine chairman with graying hair, where his regulation buzz cut allowed enough of it to be seen.
“Sir, they'll be ready within the hour and in the sky for the ships." The president
Chapter What the Hell Are the Crazy Aliens Up to Now?
"Mr. President, it's confirmed that the two fleets are attacking one another. The Planetary Defense Force Fleet is turning but much more slowly than the attacking fleet, which is stationary over Earth. It seems that the orbital weapons have also been knocked offline as they've stopped firing on the new fleet," an analyst said from the armored bunker that the president was in, watching the ongoing battle above their heads.
"Who are they? Have we had any communications with them?" he said, leaning forward in his chair.
"They haven't contacted us the way the Defence Force has," a communications officer said.
"Someone see if they can get contact with them and get me a line to the chiefs. We need to know what our response is going to be," he said as he sat back with hooded eyes. One day we'll be the ones dictating terms from orbit , he thought darkly as pictures on the main screen appeared and the chiefs of staff appeared.
Five minutes later everyone that mattered was online.
"What do you propose we do about this situation?" he said, his gaze focusing on the marine chief of the joint chiefs, who couldn't see the president was looking at him, but was furiously going through multiple plans that had been created after the arrival of the PDF and their stealing of the worlds youth.
The chairman, a Marine, was put into power within the last year as the Marines were an amphibious fighting force. They where being trained to be able to operate in space, due to their ability to adapt to different environments. It wasn't any of the chiefs that responded but the director of the newly minted Intelligence Agency.
"I believe we should attack during the confusion. These new forces are showing a disciplined front which scares me. If we attack them then even if we fail, we'll gain standing with the Defence Force," the former director of the CIA said in the same voice he probably ordered coffee or someone's assassination with. Quite the useful man , the president reflected as he patted himself on the back for combining the CIA, FBI, NSA, and all civilian intelligence departments into one uniform military organization. The military had gained back all of its power it had before and more. It controlled everything that happened in the United States.
"What if they're here to help rather than hurt us?” One of the 'covert' analysts said, they were damned annoying but useful, their job was to second guess everything. They had been a new thing introduced by the President that had been elected into power as the last one had been 'too soft'.
"We won't win without being decisive, we have an opportunity here.” The president surveyed the room, his eyes hard. More than one person looked away, it was hard to look into the eyes of the most powerful man on Earth. “We will attack,” he said, looking to the IA director who inclined his head as he did something off screen.
"Yes, Mr. President," the analyst said.
The president made a mental note to have the covert analysts replaced with people more… amenable with his thoughts, thinking of better ways to carry out his plans, instead of bringing them into constant question. He didn't want people to get in the way of making America the great country it had been before issues such as nuclear oversight committees and previous presidents helping other countries in aid had cropped up. Instead of making America stronger and armed with the weapons it needed to asserT it’s dominance. He would make America strong again, and he would do it with space superiority. "I suppose you want to begin this attack with the new Marines squads?"
“Yes, Mr. President, I feel that would be best.” The covert analyst said.
“General Stevens.” The president looked to the marine chairman with graying hair, where his regulation buzz cut allowed enough of it to be seen.
“Sir, they'll be ready within the hour and in the sky for the ships." The president
Similar Books
