Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

Richard and his team focused intently on the task at hand – setting up the newly acquired Minuteman III missile, armed with the B83 nuclear warhead. 

"Let's get everything in place," Richard commanded. He turned to the team of specialists he had recently purchased, who were now unboxing and inspecting the components of the Minuteman III. 

Mark, standing beside Richard, watched the scene unfold. "Richard, the Minuteman III is a three-stage solid-fueled ICBM. It's going to need a secure and stable launch platform. The team is setting up a mobile launch platform now."

The technicians were busy calibrating the missile's guidance system. "We're programming the missile's inertial navigation system," one of the technicians reported. "We'll integrate it with the GPS for enhanced targeting accuracy. The B83 warhead will be fitted once the system checks are complete."

Richard observed the warhead being prepared. The B83, with its variable yield of up to 1.2 megatons, was a formidable addition to their arsenal. Its versatility in yield would allow it to adjust the explosion's magnitude based on the density of the zombie population in Dhaka. The technicians meticulously checked the warhead's safety mechanisms and control systems. Every detail was crucial; precision was paramount.

"Remember, we need the detonation to be an airburst," Richard reminded the team. "It maximizes the impact on the zombies while minimizing the damage to the infrastructure. We want Dhaka to be habitable once we clear the zombies."

The team acknowledged his instructions, adjusting the warhead's settings for an optimal airburst detonation.

Mark turned to Richard, "The Minuteman III quick launch capability is an asset. Once we're ready, we can launch within minutes. But we need to be certain of our target coordinates. Speaking of which, do we have an exact coordinates for a district of Dhaka that we want to hit?"

Richard pressed his earpiece and spoke. "Blackwatch, how are we in the satellite position in Dhaka?" 

"It'll arrive in twenty minutes, Eagle Actual," Sara replied through the earpiece. "We'll have live satellite feed and can pinpoint the target area in Dhaka for the Minuteman III."

Richard nodded, keeping his eyes on the technicians finalizing the setup. "We have twenty minutes to finalize everything. Make sure all systems are functioning perfectly."

The command center was a hive of activity as each member of the team played their part in the meticulous preparation process. The mobile launch platform was now fully set up, providing a stable base for the Minuteman III. The missile stood imposingly, ready for its crucial task.

Mark checked in with the team. "How are we doing on the guidance and navigation systems?"

"All systems are operational," a technician confirmed. "We've completed the integration with GPS. The missile is now capable of precise targeting."

Richard glanced at the digital clock ticking down. "Good. As soon as we have the satellite feed, we'll lock in the coordinates. We need to be precise; this is a densely populated area."

As they waited for the satellite to position over Dhaka, Mark reviewed the plan with Richard. "Once the missile is launched, it'll reach Dhaka in minutes. The B83 will detonate at a predetermined altitude for maximum effect."

***

"Satellite in position over Dhaka," Sara's voice finally came through the earpiece.

"Lock in the coordinates for the densest zombie population," Richard ordered. "We strike at the heart of the infestation."

Sara quickly worked to pinpoint the exact location in Dhaka with the highest concentration of zombies.

"Coordinates locked. The target is the Motijheel area, the densest zombie concentration. Coordinates are 23.7333° N, 90.4174° E."

Richard acknowledged, "Copy that, Blackwatch. Set the missile's target to those coordinates. Prepare for the launch sequence."

The team of specialists initiated the launch protocol. The Minuteman III, already on the mobile launch platform, was adjusted to align with the newly set coordinates.

Mark, overseeing the process, relayed the details to Richard. "Eagle Actual, Minuteman III is set. The targeting system synced with the provided coordinates. Launch sequence can commence on your command."

Richard gave a firm nod, "Proceed with the launch. Let's see the fruit of our labor."

"Initiating launch sequence," the technician called out. "T-minus 60 seconds to launch."

The command center was enveloped in a focused silence, broken only by the voice of the technician counting down. "T-minus 30 seconds... T-minus 20... T-minus 10..."

Richard's eyes were fixed on the screens, tracking the missile's readiness. "Blackwatch, confirm final launch status."

"Minuteman III ready for launch, all systems green," Sara confirmed.

"Three... two... one... Launch," Richard commanded with authority

The ground rumbled slightly as the Minuteman III launched, its powerful engines igniting, propelling it upwards. The command center crew watched as the missile arced into the sky.

"Missile is airborne," announced one of the technicians. "Trajectory is on target to Dhaka."

Richard, Mark, and the rest of the team monitored the missile's progress. The screens displayed its flight path, and the data updated in real-time. 

"Blackwatch, can you estimate the time of arrival of the Minuteman to Dhaka based on its speed?"

"Copy that, Eagle Actual…" Sara replied, quickly analyzing the estimated time of arrival. Moments later, she spoke. "From the Philippines, the distance to Dhaka is approximately 3,300 kilometers. Given the Minuteman III's velocity of around 24,000 kilometers per hour, the estimated time of arrival in Dhaka is roughly eight minutes."

Richard nodded, absorbing the updated information. "Maintain surveillance and keep me informed of the missile's status throughout its flight."

"Affirmative, Eagle Actual. Continuously updating trajectory data. All systems are functioning within optimal parameters," Sara confirmed.

B83, it has a yield of 1.2 megatons. Putting it in perspective, the bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima had a yield of 15-20 kilotons. So it is eighty times stronger than those bombs.

"Two minutes to impact," Sara announced.

Richard stood firm, his gaze unwavering from the screen showing the missile's path. "Prepare to record the impact. This will be a critical reference for future operations."

"Thirty seconds to impact," Sara's voice was steady, but the underlying anticipation was evident.

"Ten seconds to impact," Sara counted down. The room was silent except for her voice and the soft hum of computers and screens displaying the live feed from the satellite.

"Impact imminent," Sara announced.

At that moment, the satellite feed displayed the detonation. The B83 nuclear warhead exploded in a blinding flash of light above Dhaka. The airburst created a massive fireball, rapidly expanding outwards. The shockwave from the explosion radiated with immense force, tearing through the dense zombie population below.

"Detonation confirmed," the technician reported. "Airburst successful. The shockwave and thermal effects are spreading throughout the target area."

Richard observed the aftermath of the explosion on the screens. The area within the blast radius was engulfed in a firestorm, incinerating zombies in an instant. The screens showed the thermal imaging of the area, indicating the extensive reach of the detonation. 

Of course, there is a surefire way of knowing the extensive effect of the blast. In his system, he killed over five million zombies! 

"Shit! I'm having a lot of money that I don't know what to do with it," Richard said, suffering from success.