The command center of Richard's operation was brimming with anticipation as the SS-18 Satan missile, armed with a W-60 warhead, raced towards its target in Shanghai. The large screens displayed the missile's trajectory, a clear line cutting across digital maps and satellite imagery.
Richard stood at the forefront, eyes glued to the screens.
As the missile neared its destination, a tense silence enveloped the room. Every staff member, from analysts to technicians, held their breath, their eyes not wavering from the screens. The missile, now just moments away from impact, was a small blip on the satellite feed, hurtling towards the densely populated areas of Shanghai.
The countdown began.
"Impact in 10... 9... 8..."
"3... 2... 1... Impact."
