The command center was all business as the final moments ticked down. Richard's eyes were fixed on the digital map, tracking the SS-18 Satan missile's stark red line as it cut across the screen towards the Tianhe District.
"Missile inbound, T-minus thirty seconds," Sara relayed the status.
"Prepare for visual confirmation of impact," Richard ordered steadily, betraying no hint of the adrenaline that was likely pumping through his veins. The command center was silent now, all eyes on the main screen, where a countdown appeared beside the image of the Tianhe District, a dense cluster of digital blips representing the zombie population.
As the counter hit zero, the feed switched to a satellite view. The missile, a brief flash on the screen, met its target. An immense eruption of light and energy bloomed on the display.
"Direct hit," Sara confirmed. "Tianhe District impact confirmed."
