The Final Stand

He thought that it was strange that all the French Diplomats had left, as he ran towards the security door the whole building shook and then the sound that was to haunt him for the rest of his life, the sound of an explosion, he turned and ran back down the corridor to the boardroom he was met with an other explosion what threw him to the ground he looked up at the ceiling before he past out.

"Mr President ?" Colonel Putney said sounding very surprised.

"You heard me John........Go get me a coffee !"

"Yes Sir !" Putney walked out of the presidential Office.

"So tell me Dave, what are the French up to now !"

"Well Mr President, France is no-longer a part of Europe !" Chief Intelligence Officer Dave Hoppools spoke calmly to the President.

"How on Earth did they did they do that !" The President sounded very shocked.

"Not on Earth Sir, they used one of the old Star Wars satellites to cut through Belgium, some of Germany, Switzerland, Italy, and Spain !" Hoppools looked up from his notes.

"I want that satellite destroyed immediately, who knows what damage they could cause with it !" The President ordered.

"It was destroyed by the French, Sir !" Dave loosened his tie, he knew that it was going to be a long night.

"Can we determine any motive for the French taking such a drastic step !"

"Not at the moment Sir but it would make crossing the border hard !" Dave shuffled his notes.

"I’m quite sure where you’re heading."

"Well hostilities are becoming more frequent and now we would have to cross sea in-order to land troops !"

"I see, so you think there is a tactical advantage by taking this action."

A message flashed up on the Presidents computer screen, he looked down at the computer terminal and pressed the enter key, a fuzzy image appeared on the screen, it was the President of the United Continent Of Canada.

"Help us Walters, Please......us ! Were.........attack...........We're being exterminated ! Help .........under.........!" The signal faded out.

"get him back !" Walters ordered.

The Presidents office became extremely busy, a hum of computers filled the air as computer terminal after terminal became active, the communications specialists tried to boost the signal and re-establish transition with Canada.

After half an hour the President announced that their must be no-one left to answer the transmission.

Walters walked into the war room, the generals stood, they all looked serious and prepared to give the President the information that might send them into war.

The fires still burnt in the large computer bay, the smashed consoles fizzed with electricity. The room had been torn apart by the attackers, doors lay blasted open and the charred remains of bodies lay humped over the computer terminals, silence was only broken by the falling of glass from the observation windows.

Suddenly one of the monitoring post began to move and with a loud crash it was thrown across the room, glass fell from the structure, a man pulled himself to his feet, he leant on one of the terminals he gazed around the control room, he breathed heavily and contemplated what to do, the over head light was no-longer functioning so it was hard for the man to make out the room clearly.