Colorado, Cheyenne Mountain.
"Sir, do you need to go outside for some air?"
"No, I'll stay right here, not going anywhere."
John watched Sullivan with a wary eye, gripping the armrest of his chair with determination.
"Go check if the bunker door is sealed tight, we can't let the shockwave in."
"…Alright, if you're sure you want to do that."
"Go now!"
It was only after Sullivan left that John returned his gaze to the control panels filled with operators, focusing on the Space-based Early Warning System updating in real time at the center.
This was the Cheyenne Mountain base, a subterranean Great Wall carved out of granite, an impregnable doomsday fortress, the ultimate sanctuary at the pinnacle of the Cold War.
According to America's schedule, the first rocket launch was set for December 13th at midnight. After the afternoon, John boarded Air Force One and burrowed into this fortress, accompanied by numerous political dignitaries and elites.
