Inside the Pentagon, the wooden door of the satellite center control room was violently opened!
The staff, who were processing data, subconsciously looked towards the door.
And the person in charge, who was just about to take a sip of coffee to take a break, almost opened his mouth to curse! Because the cup of piping hot coffee almost spilled all over him!
If the door hadn't been violently opened, would he have been shocked? Would his hands have shaken if he hadn't been frightened? If his hands hadn't been shaking.
With the good qualities he had cultivated over the years, the man in charge took a couple of deep rises in his seat and tried to get a paper towel to wipe over his body.
Afterward he'd let the damn guy know what this place really was! Can you just bang on the door? Why don't you go across the street and piss off the White House?
"Jones!"
The voice was hoarse but not old, but the words were full of anger, and the short last name made the person in charge's eyelids jump!
This voice Jones he is really in clear but, it is his immediate superior, Secretary of Defense Mattis's voice!
Jones could have sworn that this kind of last name call, if used as his wake up bell, it is estimated that he will never be late for work!
The paper towel was only half yanked, and Jones only had time to dab at his body carelessly. Luckily, the suit was a dark color and the lighting in the central control room was dim enough that you couldn't see the stains from the coffee running down it without looking closely.
Jones stood up in a hurry, his chair sliding backwards and hitting the corner of the table on the other side. Jogging over, he couldn't help but gulp at the sight of Mathis, whose hair was slightly gray but whose physique was still majestic.
"Minister, what do you want to see me about?"
Speaking with a bit of a stutter, Jones was so nervous that it was as if he was back in his elementary school days, shivering under the reprimands of his parents and teachers!
This could not be blamed on him! It was really Matisse's gaze that was too terrifying! That kind of eyes as if they want to eat people on who see will be shivering!
When Mattis saw the young man in charge in front of him, with a cold smile on his face, he pinched a stack of documents in his hand and flung them vigorously at the other party's chest!
"Do you know what this is?"
Jones didn't dare to speak, only looked down at the ground, not having the courage to meet Mathis' eyes.
"It's a 'whistleblower' letter that was submitted to me from the Army!"
"Right! Don't look at me like that, you might not believe me when I say it, because these things are for reporting you!"
"Lift to report me?" Jones was dumbfounded and gulped, feeling incredulous.
His eyes glanced at the thick stack of "report letters," Jones' eyelids could not help but twitch, and he said stiffly, "Minister, I haven't been in office for long, so this many report letters should be a mistake, right?"
Only to see Minister Mattis nodded, Jones just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, was a piece of a4 paper slammed in the chest!
"Yours! Yours! Or yours!"
Mattis turned over the "letters" one by one, even if some of the documents do not clearly point out Jones, but also very secret reveals that all this is the satellite control room side of the problem.
Jones handily organized the documents that Mattis threw at him, and casually flipped through the top one.
First, he greeted Secretary Mattis, no problem.
Then a description of the general events, no problem.
After that point everything at the head of the satellite center control room?
Jones's face twitched up and down as he glanced at the date, which was indeed after his own time in office. That means the document does indeed "report him!"
Scrambling through the other papers, the content was mostly the same, and almost all of them were aimed at him.
Chills ran down Jones's back, and his mind raced back to which bigwigs he had recently offended.
Sweat broke out on the front of his forehead, and even at the tip of his nose, water seeped out of his pores.
There was a breeze at his side and Jones looked up to find it was the Minister walking past him, striding towards the seat.
Jones kept his head down and followed Mathis honestly.
Not many people in the satellite center control room looked this way, though they were curious, and if the big man took note of it, the
If the big brother remembered, hit on the impression of not doing his job, then his future is almost over.
No one came to clean up the coffee on the floor, Mattis frowned, casually pulled the chair over and sat down on his butt.
Wrinkles surrounded by a pair of eyes completely without the kind of twilight of the elderly, from time to time from the inside of the flashing light proves that the defense minister's mind is dense enough.
The upper body did not lean back, but sat straight! But not deliberately, everything is so natural.
"You know what's going on, don't you?"
Jones nodded, having seen a few documents, he pretty much knew the general picture.
It was nothing more than an unknown strike on a military base under Admiral Brown of the military and no warning given by their satellite center control room.
As bullshit as it sounded, it did require a backstabber to step forward.
Admiral Brown was out of the question, he wouldn't even throw out a single man from his own faction!
Jones already knew that he was the backstabber, the scapegoat, chosen by the various bigwigs.
The position in question was not too big, not too small, and was handled with no stress to speak of. The only thing of note was that by dealing with himself, they were delivering a hard slap in the face to Secretary Mattis!
It doesn't matter if it's loud or not, it's a deal. I guess the military side of the "lamb" has also been selected, should be the same as him, the position is not too high and not too low, is the easiest to pinpoint the top of the crime of the right candidate.
Jones heart can not help but surge a wave of sadness, he struggled for so long, it is not easy to sit in this position, the results of the ass are not even hot on the ousted down!
And this stain will always accompany him, through the entire political career.
See Jones did not speak, Mattis heart a burst of fire, his last satellite center control room subordinates have just been suggested by the President to write a novel, this term has not yet come to how many days, it is those bullshit as a discard!
The key to this really need someone to take the blame, this point Mattis see very thoroughly, the other candidates are not no, but who are not as good as Jones this position.
The reasoning is a bit far-fetched, but it's still valid!
The president that need to explain, Congress that need to explain, this is not Mattis through their own power can be reversed.
"Ugh! ~"
Mattis sighed and rubbed his temples with his right thumb.
Even without opening his eyes, Mathis knew Jones was watching him.
"Start by pulling up the satellite surveillance photos from that day, focusing on the military base that was destroyed under Brown."
Looking up at Jones, "I hear it's all been turned into an 'artificial lake'! And the view is beautiful, you can't see the ruins at all."
After hearing this, Jones withdrew a smile that was worse than tears, and organized a pile of "letters of report" in his hands on the desktop, while he himself used his authority, and the documents taken by satellite surveillance that day gradually appeared on the big screen.
Mattis head slightly tilted, blue light on his old face, if not for that pair of shiny eyes, it is likely that anyone would think that he is a good bully of the elderly.
Arms resting on the chair, his body bowed slightly forward, his hands crossed.
There was no problem with the satellite surveillance taking pictures.
They didn't catch the shadow of the mysterious weapon, and the military base, which was fine one moment, was completely destroyed the next!
The earth cracked open and even buried all hints of civilization.
Both photos are blurry, taken a short time apart before and after, but the difference the before and after bring to the same location is mind-blowing.
Mattis measured in his mind the power of that mysterious weapon, which even reminded him of a small-yield nuclear bomb!
But a small-yield nuclear bomb couldn't blow up a huge crater that deep, and it didn't cause any pollution to the neighborhood.
"Jones, pull up those two images individually. Yeah, that's it, zoom in, zoom out again, good."
Crossed fingers loosened, then tightened again.
The pictures blurred even more as they zoomed in, and only a general picture could be made out.
Of course, this was taken outside of Earth's near-Earth orbit, and it was obviously quite unrealistic if you wanted to achieve the kind of results you'd get from a high-definition camera.
"Jones, look at the code name of the satellite that took the picture as well as the model number."
Jones, who was operating the computer, froze, not understanding at all what the minister meant. But still, he obeyed the order and flipped out the satellite code name from the computer file.
A 3d analog satellite appeared on the big screen, and although the name was marked below, Jones subconsciously gave it a readout.
"Designator: moon eye - change; model: yui-"
"Stop stop stop! What's the name of the shooting satellite?"
Jones reached out and scratched the back of his head, "Minister, it's Lunar Eye-Modified."
"Moon Eye-Change?" Mattis' brow furrowed as he kept thinking the name was very familiar.
"Snap!"
Mathis clapped his hands, inexplicable excitement appearing on his face, "Jones, in checking if its predecessor was called 'Moon Eye'."
Jones felt puzzled, since it was called 'Moon Eye - Change', the predecessor must be called 'Moon Eye'.
Could it be that this 'Moon Eye' has other functions?
Jones was puzzled, only to follow Mathis's orders to mobilize the information.
Licking his dry lips, "Minister, its predecessor was indeed called 'Moon Eye'."
Mattis had a look on his face that said it all, then asked, "Is the launch date just recently?"
Jones subconsciously looked toward the date, "Yes Minister, the satellite hasn't been in service in space for more than a month."
Turning his head towards the minister sitting in his chair, Jones couldn't help but jump in his heart and asked tentatively, "Are you saying that there is something wrong with this satellite?"
Mattis narrowed his eyes slightly, like a viper coiling up its body and waiting for the best time to attack.
"I would never say that. But this satellite was modified directly through the 'Moon Eye' itself."
"Secondary utilization of an old satellite?" Jones asked.
"That's not so much." Mattis averted his gaze from the big screen, "Do you know why the last head of the satellite's central control room resigned?"
"Things got screwed up?"
Mattis grinned, "A big part of the reason for that was this 'Moon Eye'!"
Jones huffed and looked toward the 3d simulated satellite on the big screen, looking as if he had seen a flood!
"Problems have arisen and still put it up How tight is military spending?!"
Spit out to get Mattis agreed, ghosts know why the annual military expenditure is so huge, but then there are a few places to use on the knife edge is not known.
"Sure it's this satellite that's overseeing the military bases?"
"Quite sure, Secretary!"
"And there are no other satellites around?"
"Uh, from the looks of things, there are other national satellites in the outer perimeter."
Mattis waved his hand, signaling Jones not to be concerned, "As long as it's not our United States."
Jones did not reply, he was not sure what kind of drugs the minister was selling, this messed up half a day, is it to take this matter to take the blame for him?
Frowning, Jones is very clear, to be tight just like this, then he will still be dismissed, at best, only on the face to look good some, the stain will try to press small, later if there is an opportunity, or can continue his political career.
Thinking of this way, Jones will be relieved, as long as not in the worst situation is good, he is now a little too greedy.
Mattis suddenly turned his head to Jones who was stumped in place and was thinking about things, "Pick up that information and come with me to the office."
With that said, Mathis stood up and headed for the door.
Jones panicked to turn off the information material, after picking up the pile of "report letters", jogging to follow Mathis.
His heart was beating so hard that his palms were shaking slightly.
Jones stood in front of Mattis' desk, trying to make himself natural.
Mattis took the pile of papers and chuckled as he tossed them aside, "Listen, Jones. The last person in charge of my satellite's central control room was screwed over by an unknown hacker and resigned all for no apparent reason. Of course, he was recognized by the President for his superbly crafted novels, so maybe he'll be writing novels for a living from now on. Do you want to know what he writes?"
"Wrote what?"
Jones asked subconsciously.
Mattis rested his hands on the desktop, crossing them together out of habit, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "Nothing more than that the report given to the President was outrageous, though the President did compliment him on being the seedling of a new century master of science fiction."
Jones responded, guessing that the report written by the last head wasn't as good as he thought it was, but rather
"The president praised him for writing a report that rivaled Harry Potter, both the pinnacle of science fiction!"
"So what, Minister Harry Potter is magic fiction."
Mattis raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, that's what I said to the President at the time, and I even suspected that the President hadn't even read Harry Potter."
Jones only laughed dryly, in his position he wouldn't be able to flirt with the President at will.
"Fine." Mattis looked like he was in a pretty good mood, "Having said all this, it's just to tell you that the report can't be written too outrageously. With subordinates being transferred one by one, I honestly thought I was being targeted by some brainwashed person again!"
"When you write your report later, just throw dirty water at Brown as hard as you can, as for the follow-up everything has me."
Jones' head sweating, usually if he was told to go to pelt dirty water on Admiral Brown he wouldn't have the guts to do so, although now there is a big brother behind him, but he is still under a lot of psychological pressure.
"By the way, let me tell you something, that 'Moon Eyes-Correction' is the one Brown insisted on launching." Mobile users please browse to read for a better reading experience.