“Well, that was pathetic.” the President of the United States stated as he viewed the live satellite feed of the failed kamikaze bombing.
A general neared, covering the mouthpiece of a phone in hand. “Mr. President, the bomber is in position. What is your order, sir?” the general inquired.
“Go ahead.” the president replied.
The general passed the order through the phone. It wasn’t long before a small light was seen zooming towards Aspido. The light barely touched the monster when a massive bright flash bathed the screen.
“Detonation confirmed. Target has been eliminated.” a voice chimed in over the Situation Room’s sound system.
“And done.” the president said before turning to announce to everyone else in the room, “Mission accomplished! Great job everyone!”
Most clapped, shook hands, or patted each other on the back, but the Chief of Staff approached the president with concern etched on his face. “Mr. President are you sure that we really had to send so many men and expensive equipment to their assured doom?” he asked under his breath so not to possibly sour the room’s mood on happenstance.
“To get rid of one man, maybe not,” the president began his answer, “but it was worth tying up as many possible loose ends as we could. I permitted him to select anyone he wanted for the assignment for a reason. The tanker was unexpected, but he did almost exactly what I thought he’d do. All who were loyal to him, all people who he may have talked to are, at the very least, down to more manageable numbers.”
“Oh, I thought you did that to gain his trust.”
“Nah, he already trusted me since he held that strange idea where, because I’m an authority figure that shared the same religion as he did, I would never lie to a fellow member of the faith.”
The president then started to chuckle, “Besides, you saw in his eyes that he was already on board for the mission, when I insinuated that the monster might have been part of a communist plot. I mean seriously, anything he perceived to having a connection to some form of socialism, he’d do whatever it took to destroy the target.”
He then cleared his throat and stopped laughing. “That’s how we got him to do so many things in the past. He’s a degenerate tool and blowhard, but he’s also very petty and vindictive. When he got in trouble for pedophilia, we couldn’t risk him letting slip the things he knew. I mean sure, there was a chance the ensuing controversy would fizzle out with nothing to show for it like the Panama Papers, but there was also the chance it’d stick around, and we’d all suffer the consequences. Now, once I cement my legacy by telling the press later about our victory, my biggest worry becomes knowing what to say for my second term’s inaugural speech.”
“What is that?” asked one of the generals pointing at the screen, still focused on the area of the bombing. Everyone turned to look and saw countless illuminated sparkles, floating on wind and ocean currents. The detonation of the low-yield nuclear missile had irradiated Aspido’s dead tissue particles to the point where they were clearly visible.
As it would turn out, if the scientists’ suggestion of further study had been granted, it would have been discovered sooner that scattering these particulates was a bad idea. When this scientific order of sea cucumber suffers damage, ejected particles from the matured body secrete powerful pheromones to attract other viable individuals of its kind. That way, a period of spawning can take place to continue spreading the possibly endangered genes. Any close by these pheromones will migrate to find an ideal area, with plenty of food available in their path so to participate in the breeding process. These pheromonal particulates were kept deep underneath the immense pressure of the seawater throughout the past, so that was where potential mates followed. Now on the surface, the world’s coastal towns, cities, and shipping lanes would be perfect grounds for the worst yet to come.
At least the
sparkling and swirling of a primordial reproductive process, never witnessed in
history prior, was quite the sight to see.
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