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When he did finally make it back to his house, his wife was angry with him for being late. I knew she'd be mad, Ranell thought resentfully. I can't help that traffic was backed up. This is LA! He silently cursed the protestors who'd made it worse.
He’d been looking forward to celebrating his big win with Lockheed Martin. Maybe a nice dinner followed by a glass of scotch on the pergola as they watched the sunset. But instead, they got into another fight, followed by hours of icy silence.
I love you too, he thought ruefully before climbing into bed and turning on the news. It’s been a while since I’ve heard that. Ranell considered, not for the first time, that maybe he’d be better off without her.
Breaking news erupted over the television, forcing Ranell to watch in wide-eyed horror.
“Turn that noise down!” His wife complained, burying her head in a pillow.
Ranell turned the volume up. “Wake up, babe. Wake up! You’ve got to see this!”
“What is it now?” She raised up on one elbow, rubbing tired eyes.
“Listen!”
The normally steady and scripted newsroom feed was now a jumble of chaotic chatter, and the anchor struggled with multiple reports coming in. “We want to emphasize to everyone that these are just initial reports. We’re trying to verify our information, but multiple sources are now reporting that in response to what the Chinese government is calling a “provocative” incursion into its territorial waters by a US Carrier Strike Group, the People’s Liberation Army has engaged them with a volley of hypersonic missiles.”
“What?” Ranell’s wife was now wide awake. “What does this mean?”
Choose Option 1: Navy Formations
Choose Option 2: Hypersonic Missiles