Norwegian Frisbee Attack!

“I’m not worried about it, Glen,”

Calloway went on.

“I’m worried about the Russians.”

KEFLAVIK, ICELAND

The air attack unit command tank rode in satisfaction, seventy thousand foot above the biped infantry. Its window windows were armed with guns. The carrier battle tanks—our own embedded in the mountain base—were encamped twenty miles south of the base as the British and Norwegian Frisbees turned toward the railway ripples for the back road. This attack line was twenty miles wide and three hundred miles long, with a hundred trucks blocking the transition. As soon as the Tankers saw the frigate, every rocket engine on the six-inch gun emplacement began to hammer home. Missiles were fired on touch planes far out to sea, and several helicopters circled overhead. The nondirectional warheads at missile range terrified the intercepters, but, as American submarines were known, they came from Iceland, not from the American carriers.

“Russian smoke tracks!” A tactical maneuver officer said sardonically. “Two miles east of us and a couple of frigates are heading towards us.”

“Yeah! AH-AF-” roared the crew commander.

“Be prepared for tough VEC-inbound missile attack. Friends of a United Nations, you’ve earned their territory!”

“NO UNEXPECTATIONS,” Torrance thought.

Expectations were what the CIA’s people had made of the Soviet results. Instead of sending a coup d’état, this was now a drawn-out monetary contest to determine the delivery of the piece of news, usually conveying a pointed consensus, a plan for a long and psychologically important return.

“Pack Srop set off,” the operations officer said, as he walked down the curtain to the waiting armed troops.

His head swiveled to allow the tanks to file up the ramp to the building. There had been a loud explosion-blast.

[END TRANSMISSION]

Editor’s Notes

Written by AI, using my random-temp generator script, and using my novels model, which is a fine-tuning of gpt-2 774M. Chosen from among the other recently generated stories by me, a human.

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Plagiarism Checked

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