News of successful interception of M11 had just come in and the atmosphere of anxious gloom disappeared. MC allowed himself a wry smile and said a silent prayer in thanks. Their work was not yet over though. They were still monitoring anything that could be of interest. The silence was broken by voice of radar operator, “Sir, we are detecting multiple missile launches from the sea.”
“That must be our boomer. “ MC answered excitedly. “How many launches?”
“Still counting, 7,8,9,10.” A white faced operator turned towards MC, “My god! They've launched almost everything they had. Weren't they carrying nukes?”
MC glanced at the young technician and answered, “I don't know. That's above my pay grade.”
“Pay grade or not. Even a kid knows that at least half of those missiles were nuke tipped.” technician thought silently.
“How much time left to impact?” MC asked.
“Still tracking their trajectory sir. Can't say anything right now.” came the reply.
MC nodded, “Alright. Only nukes serve these Paki buggers right.” then thought to himself, “Only 6-8 nukes wouldn't be enough.”
He need not have worried. An armada of ballistic missiles was pouring down on various other Paki targets from Indian mainland. Unfortunately for Pakis, they didn't have any kind of defense against this kind of attack.