Then, as suddenly as it had started, the shockwave was past. The tank radio crackled into life, ordering everybody to remain under cover while the surrounding area was checked for radioactive contamination. Stevenson sat back in her seat, then opened up the tank’s electro-optical system to see what was going on. What she saw made her catch her breath. On the horizon was the familiar mushroom cloud. It was no longer glowing, she’d missed that part of the display but it was still a dull reddish color in hue. Just like Hell, she thought. She couldn’t see the top of the cloud, from her knowledge of nuclear weapons she guessed it was at least 12 miles high, extending well into the stratosphere and far beyond the elevation limit of her equipment. As she watched, she saw the great mushroom cloud slowly turning white as it cooled and started to absorb moisture from the air around it. The thermal currents and winds were already interacting to wrap the mushroom cloud in a strange, impressive and incredibly beautiful system of cloud layers.
It had all the fascination of a train wreck. Stevenson wanted to look away from the great cloud but couldn’t. For a brief second she thought there had been another initiation and started to duck away to save her sight but then she realized it was just lightning. The massive electrical charges in the atmosphere from the initiation plus all that condensing water vapor was a perfect breeding ground for thunderstorms. There would be tornados as well, all around the blast area. Idly, she wondered if Heaven had ever seen tornados before.
“Attention. For your information, there has just been a 1.2 megaton nuclear initiation over the main body of an Angelic Host twenty four miles due west of our position. The initiation was a high air burst using a nuclear device optimized for clean performance. We do not expect excessive radioactive contamination. Specialized reconnaissance elements are in action now, checking for fallout and other effects. All personnel may now leave cover but be prepared to find shelter at short notice. Message ends.”
Stevenson sighed, she guessed that her battalion would be getting orders soon, ones that would direct her to advance on Ground Zero.
Headquarters, Human Expeditionary Army, Heaven.
“We’re getting the data in now. The initiation was complete and on target. The preliminary estimate is between 150,000 and 250,000 dead. I’m sorry, General, but military targets are obdurately linear and nuclear blast effects are obdurately circular. We planned this one so the Host was caught between two hills and that squeezed the circle into an ellipse. Still, the nose and tail of the column were out of the immediately-lethal area.”
“You’re sorry.” Petraeus couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “We kill a quarter of a million people in a split second and you’re sorry because you didn’t get more of them. Just who are you anyway?”
The Targeteer smiled sadly. “Brennan, Don Brennan. By the time this thing has run its course, there’ll be a lot more than a quarter of a million dead. Even allowing for the way angels and Second Life humans recuperate, we’ll be way over four hundred thousand. Look on it this way Sir, if we’d done this to a city, we’d be looking at half a million dead right now and more than a million by the time the week is out. If the powers that be in the Eternal City get the message, we’ll all be spared that.”
Brennan was interrupted by a messenger from the National Reconnaissance Office. “Global Hawk pictures Sirs. Obliques of course.
“Which RQ-4 took them?” Brennan sounded interested. “Did she survive?”
“Donde Esta, Sir. She’s fine, circling out of harm’s way.”
Brennan nodded. “That’s good, I like that one. She always comes through with the goodies.” He flipped through the photographs and nodded with satisfaction. “Most of the Angels were within the total kill zone. Including the big one who was leading the Host. No sign of who he was I suppose?”
“No Sir. Without radios to intercept, we’re a bit stuck there.”
“No problem, we’ll find out eventually. Thank you.” The messenger left, privately glad to be away from that flat, uninflected, monotone voice.
“We used to get lectures on this but even the films didn’t convey the reality of it.” Petraeus was speaking very quietly.
“They never do sir. You have to be there when one goes off to really understand it.”
“You have of course.”
“Of course. Not an American test, but I was invited there as a guest. It’s something everybody who wants to run a country should see.”
“I’m inclined to agree with you.” Petraeus pushed a button on his desk intercom. “Sir Michael? I’ll be resting for a couple of hours. If anything comes up, handle it. There shouldn’t be, everybody has their mission objectives and we’ve got good people in command slots.”
He paused and got up from his desk. “Brennan, if there are any developments at Ground Zero or if we get warning of fallout, call me immediately.” There was a long pause. “You know, I could almost wish that the things didn’t work up here. Almost, but not quite.”
10 miles from Ground Zero. Heaven
The great ball of glowing light in the sky had been more than 700 times brighter than the normal light of Heaven. Uxhalar-Lan-Sarael had been blinded by the flash even though, by pure chance, he had been looking the other way. His partner in the scouting team, Amanael-Lan-Asohar had not been so lucky. He had been looking west at the time and he had been blinded as well. Only, for him there would be no recovery. His eyes had melted.
Uxhalar wasn’t well, but at least he was alive. The great thunder and the howling wind that had followed the flash of light had thrown him from the sky and damaged his ears. There had been an eerie silence between the flash and the crash of thunder. That’s what had amazed him so much. In a way, it had shocked him even more than the thunder, though the display was far greater than anything he had seen before. When he had risen, bruised and shaken, he had looked out from the crest of his hill across a sight he had never expected to see. The whole area was blackened, the grass seared away to bare soil, the trees burning. Everything that could burn was burning and the pyre of black smoke stretched high into the sky. Not high enough though for he could still see the great mushroom-shaped cloud that glowed red as it slowly changed color. Red was the color of Hell, and, impossible as it might seem, the humans had brought Hell to Heaven.
He stretched his wings and started to fly towards the cloud. The small forests that had once been scattered so artfully over the landscape were gone. Some were still burning but others were just scattered around, all over the track that the Host had been following on its way to do battle with the humans. On an instinct, he flew down to look at one closely, landing on the track in the midst of a cluster of burned tree logs. As he walked towards one, he heard a long, rasping groan of agony. It seemed to have come from one of the logs. He looked more closely and saw just a burned, charred log. Then, it opened its mouth and groaned again. To his horror Uxhalar realized that the ‘logs’ were all that was left of the human levies that had formed part of the column. He hurried away, taking off as quickly as he could, anything to be away from the sight he had just seen.