Alan Scarlett and the Scarlett Virus
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 34: Squadron Briefing Room
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 34: Squadron Briefing Room - A deadly virus is loose in the solar system. If left unchecked, it could kill all life on Earth and her colonies on Mars, Luna, and Venus. Created as the ultimate weapon, it got loose and wiped out an entire colony. Only one person has the skills, the brains, and the political backing to do what needs to be done to stop the virus, but he's only eleven years old. He's got some training to do.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Military Science Fiction Space Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting
NSS McDivitt, December 5, 2141
Squadron Briefing Room
The command staff of the McDivitt sat around a large table with maps and figures spread out. Tempers were flaring. “The only way I can see to get the Lake Baikal out of the asteroid belt is to drop to Z minus one thousand KM and we’ll avoid all major asteroids. Then we head south ... at...” Commander Kanopa made several calculations then came up with “Two hundred five degrees...”
“Where is that going?” asked Hilde as she looked up at the live map of the solar system. Two hundred five degrees was awful. “That’s nowhere close to Jupiter.”
“Jupiter is out of position,” said Tim Kanopa. “We can’t hit it for almost nine years. I’m looking at Saturn.”
“And how many years are we going to be escorting a plague infested ghost ship? Meanwhile half the Eastern Block is collecting plague infected corpses from Kōngchéng to air drop on Western Alliance cities!” shouted Hilde.
“Stop,” said Alan calmly. “We’re not going to tow Lake Baikal anywhere. We have to get back to Mars. I want to leave in three days.”
“Three days?” asked Captain Baker sharply. “That’s news to me.”
“We can’t just put a fence around it,” said Tim Kanopa.
“I’m going to vaporize it,” said Alan.
“What?” demanded Captain Schirra.
“We take a Mark 885 warhead, it’s a dial-a-duck...”
“A what?” asked Commander Sams from Intel.
“A dial-a-duck is a warhead that you can actually adjust the blast from kilotons to megatons. It’s all deuterium and tritium injection into the critical...”
“Thank you, Lieutenant Scarlett,” said Captain Schirra forcefully. “We get it, you know the bomb. What’s your plan?”
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