Damn this vox, the fething thing had been playing up all day.
“No, repeat, previoush transmisshion losht, pleashe repeat.”
Ahh, for feths sake, nothing but static.
“Againe, pleashe, begging your indulgenche Kolonel, the wire ish poor.”
Once more, the noise crackled in the comms op’s ears, but still he struggled to understand, eyes squinting, ears agog, concentrating, sweating that ...
“Pleashe repeat all after “capachity”, mosht unclear” … yellow.
It took maybe ten minutes or more to fully understand the communication.
Finally, comms op had it scribbled down.
It read … “Delivery system available? Capacity sufficient? Ready to launch?”
What, twenty minutes later, the corresponding replies had been understood and acknowledged.
Why so much time?
“Yes, the warhead is at readied stage, it contains more than 10 kilogrammes of distilled B6, enough to eradicate the entire continent. We await the command.”
This then, was the last communication from the blast silo.
A batrep from T.W.A.T. headquarters, coming soon ...