Granger watched a hijacker climb onto his last supply truck. The truck exploded. Two of his pathfinders were torn apart by shrapnel.
He dragged a blueprint for a over the map. Then twenty. Then two hundred. He placed Aurora bombers like tiles on a floor. He built Patriot batteries in a solid wall from horizon to horizon. Granger watched a hijacker climb onto his last supply truck
He looked at his Generals Power bar. It was full. No—it was overflowing. The bar glowed a violent white, then broke into a fractal pattern of numbers: 999,999… 1,000,000… 1,500,000… He dragged a blueprint for a over the map
It was cheating. It was dishonorable. It would get him court-martialed and his service record shredded. He placed Aurora bombers like tiles on a floor
"Command, this is Viper Actual," Granger grunted into his headset, sweat stinging his eyes. "I need immediate reinforcements. I'm reading over two hundred enemy contacts converging on my position."
He tapped the icon. No cooldown. He tapped it again. And again. And again.
Then the lights went out. And the desert was quiet for the first time in a decade.