Bang was up and in his active camo suit before he was even fully awake. Without further thought for his appearance, he was out the door of his quarters at a dead run, joining hundreds of others on their way to their active duty stations. He burst into White Horse Platoon's headquarters, where First Sergeant Michael Wang was already waiting. Within seconds, Units Faith, Hope, and Celebration had all assembled. "Sit down and wait,” Wang ordered, to their surprise. They all sat, looking at him expectantly. He sighed. “The Chinese nuked New York City,” he finally admitted. A collective gasp went up. “How... how bad?” Bang eventually dared to ask. A slight smile curved Wang's mouth. “Not bad at all,” he said. “The Crispy shield—we really need a proper name for that thing—functioned as advertised. So, for that matter, did the disintegrator cannon. Three simo incomings, two shot down, the third annihilated on the shield.
