The news from BSAA's North American Headquarters in Washington was clear: the White House and Congress were making major moves. War was coming.
Chris was BSAA's ace. Since the military science hospital said he had recovered extremely well and his physical test data had been certified, it was time to prepare for his return to duty.
With the War on Terror underway, who knew whether those terrorists would lash out in desperation, purchase B.O.W.s on the Black Market, and stockpile bioweapons? The military urgently needed elite teams experienced in anti-B.O.W. and anti-bioterror operations to return, hold the line, and spread their expertise.
"How big will it be?" Chris asked.
"See for yourself." Jill reached out, picked up the remote from the coffee table, and turned on the television.
Beep. As she changed channels, many programs were still repeatedly covering the 9/11 Incident. Before long, she found Militech's official news channel.
It was the M.S.F. operatives who had rescued the fourth hijacked flight yesterday afternoon. Chris recognized them. Though he could not go out, he had been following yesterday's news closely.
Behind those M.S.F. operatives, Militech employees, and US Military recruitment officers, the curtain was drawn aside, revealing a huge projection screen—displaying the Stars and Stripes, the California state flag, the San Francisco city flag, and Militech's logo flag. The flags fluttered as massive waves surged toward a golden sunset in the wind.
Ultra-high definition.
Rousing music began to play.
"United States, our homeland."
The announcer's voice rose and fell dramatically.
"She prospered. She was free. Democratic. But someone destroyed all of that. They have declared war on us!"
"Terrorist attacks."
Bang! The screen changed.
The collapsed Twin Towers of the World Trade Center, the Pentagon shrouded in thick smoke, passengers who had narrowly escaped death at Oakland Airport, weeping with