Robert Kennedy 42 Guro District Seoul, Republic of Korea “All there?” Atlas nodded, having just returned from inspecting the gear delivered by chopper from Osan Air Base. “We’re ready to start a war.” Dawson grinned. “Good. I want to be ready for anything. If we get a lead, we’re not waiting for the locals to get their shit together. Start gearing up—” An explosion in the distance cut him off and he spun toward the sound, a sound that from his experience indicated something big. A black and orange fireball tore its way into the sky to the west and he cursed. “What the hell is that?” Everyone stopped what they were doing before a flurry of activity erupted, almost everyone on the Korean side reaching for comms, those inside the warehouse working on the bus rushing outside to see what had happened. Dawson activated his comm. “Control, Zero-One. We’ve got a massive fireball to the west. We need to know what that is, over.” “Copy that, Zero-One. Standby.”
