Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

Once Richard and Mark were in a secluded area, Richard revealed his intentions. 

"I'm planning on using the W-sixty warhead over the location of the progenitor, if the two magic users lead us to their hideout. Now, I need your counsel about the best missile for delivery. Can you suggest some for me so I can look it up in my system?"

"If you're considering using the W-sixty warhead, sir, the LGM-30 Minuteman would be a reliable choice. It's an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM) with a solid-fuel rocket engine, ensuring a quick and precise launch."

Richard listened intently, his mind processing the information. "Tell me more about its capabilities."

"The Minuteman has a three-stage rocket motor and uses inertial guidance to hit its target with high accuracy. It's designed for rapid deployment, which is crucial in a situation like this," Mark explained. "Moreover, it has a range of over 13,000 kilometers, so distance won't be an issue."

"Excellent. What about its payload capacity? Would it be compatible with the W-sixty warhead?"

"Yes, sir. The Minuteman can carry a single warhead like the W-sixty. Its re-entry vehicle is designed to withstand high temperatures upon re-entering the atmosphere, ensuring the warhead remains intact until detonation."

Richard nodded, considering the tactical implications. "Good. Any other models we should consider?"

Mark thought for a moment. "Another option could be the R-36M, also known as the SS-18 Satan. It's a Russian ICBM, but if we have one in our arsenal, it could be suitable. It has a larger payload capacity and can carry multiple warheads. However, its use might be overkill for our target—"

"I don't care if it's overkill or not. They are the reason why there is a zombie apocalypse in the first place. If not for them, this place wouldn't have turned to hell. So, yeah…the SS-18 Satan. I'm considering picking that as our payload delivery system."

"Understood, sir. The SS-18 Satan is one of the most powerful ICBMs ever built. It's capable of carrying up to 10 warheads, each targeting separate locations. The missile has a range of about 16,000 kilometers, which allows us to strike virtually anywhere in the world." 

"Okay, let's see the prices," Richard opened his system and compared the two models. He clicked his tongue upon seeing the prices. "One W-60 cost about twenty-five million gold coins. As for the rockets, they cost thirty million for the Minuteman and thirty-five million for the Russian ICBM."

"We should really go for the Russian ICBM," Mark insisted. "Despite the higher cost, the SS-18 Satan offers more flexibility and power. Given the scale of the threat we're dealing with, it's a worthwhile investment."

Richard pondered for a moment, weighing the cost against the potential impact. "You're right. The situation demands decisive action, and the SS-18 Satan provides that. We'll go with the Russian ICBM. I'll confirm the purchase. I'm going to need the personnel to operate those systems."

The transaction cost him fifty-five million and one hundred thousand gold coins. It didn't even put a dent in his balance as he still had over three hundred million gold coins.

"Okay, I have all of them in my inventory. We'll settle it after we have determined the location…" 

Richard sighed as he paused his words.

"What is it, sir?" Mark asked.

"If only there were sharing features in my system. Like I can share the system with you so that you can manage it yourself without me doing it directly…you know what I'm talking about."

"Ahh…isn't that available to your system?" 

Richard shook his head. "No. You see, my system is very limited in terms of user access. It's designed to be operated by a single user, which in this case, is me. There's no functionality to delegate control or share access with others," Richard explained.

"That does seem like a limitation. Perhaps when you reach a higher level…that sharing access features would be available to you?" Mark said. 

"I sure as hell hope so," Richard responded. "But until then, we have to work with what we've got. "Let's return to the command center and watch the situation develop." 

Upon suggesting that, Richard and Mark returned to the command center and monitored the situation from there.

Ten minutes before midnight, there was nothing but silence filled the room. Some staffers would yawn, others were wide awake, focused on their work. Sara was one of the latter and was keenly monitoring the movements of probably the two magic users.

Richard was sitting on an office chair, reclined to the back, with his eyes fixed on the screens displaying the satellite feeds. 

Then—.

"Sir…it seems that they are taking a break," Sara informed.

Richard straightened up in his chair, focusing his attention on the screen. "Show me," he instructed.

Sara quickly adjusted the satellite imagery, zooming in on the location where the two figures had stopped. The screen displayed a small clearing in a wooded area, where the thermal signatures of the two individuals were stationary.

"They seem to be resting or perhaps setting up a temporary camp," Sara observed. "There's no significant activity around them, and they're well hidden from plain sight. Should we blow them up? This might be our chance to take down the two magic users." 

Richard pondered for a moment and shook his head. "If we kill them now using low-yield tactical nukes without the progenitor in sight. The progenitor would be wary of us. Heck, we might even lose our chance of snuffing him out of existence. We need to be patient and make sure we have the progenitor in our sights before making any moves. I don't want to make stupid mistakes again." 

"Well, sir…first of all, we don't know how their organization works to be completely honest with you. They might be working as a cell." 

"A cell?" Richard's brows furrowed in thought. "You mean to say they operate independently?"

"Yes, sir," Sara elaborated. "If this group functions in cells, taking out one or two key figures might not necessarily lead us to the progenitor. Each cell could be operating with a degree of autonomy, making it harder to trace back to the progenitor."

Richard leaned back, considering this new angle. "That complicates things. But we may be getting ahead of ourselves. Let's assume that they work together as a group. So in a day or two, they might meet up. Let's wait for that moment."

"But sir…I have to remind you that the longer that we stay here, the more zombies, possibly mutated zombies, are going to rush towards the airport. It's going to be harder to protect."

"Leave that thing to the soldiers and me," Richard said confidently.

"Very well, sir."