Eagle Country, the Pentagon.
Inside this landmark building responsible for the Eagle military's global deployments, chaos had already broken out.
"Have you contacted the president yet?"
"Sir, the president is currently delivering a scheduled speech in a Virginia community. He can board the doomsday plane in five minutes at the earliest."
"All alerts have been issued. The Coast Guard is assembling." More than a dozen senior military officers wearing generals' stars had gathered in the Pentagon's military intelligence command center.
From the Coast Guard, Marine Corps, Air Force, Navy, and beyond, practically every prominent serving general was crowded into this vast underground command center.
"The target! Where did that damned target go?"
"Sir, the target left the USS Ronald Reagan and the Nimitz three minutes ago, heading due east. We've currently lost his signal."
"Low Earth orbit satellites haven't picked up the target's movements. He may be flying too fast."
"And based on our analysis of footage recorded at the scene, the target's black, flexible combat suit likely uses radar-absorbing nanomaterials similar to those on the F-35. Our currently deployed regional radars cannot detect electromagnetic reflections from such a small radar-absorbing surface. We can only identify and track him visually."
The atmosphere in the operations room was grim. Everyone was watching the disaster-movie-like scenes at the base in Japan, feeling helpless and at a loss over how to deal with them.
"Any updates from the port base?"
"Sir, Rear Admiral Trick has sent a report. The port's dock facilities have suffered severe damage, and all available soldiers at the base are doing everything they can to save the wounded. Lists of missing personnel and fallen soldiers, along with equipment losses, are still being compiled."
"Trick, that idiot! I'm asking about our carriers! What condition are the two carriers in?" A