- It's good that you've arrived! - the excited voices of the soldiers were heard, - Glory to Lucretia!
Infantry General Invictus Fryazin managed to get to the defense command center. He had to suck all the power out of his armored car in order to reach his goal as quickly as possible. He reached this gigantic building in just half an hour. But even in such a short time, he was very worried, because there was not a second to lose.
Fryazin nodded his head to the fighters who took up posts at the gate, and proceeded to the territory of the majestic building. He was heading straight for the control room, which was considered one of the main rooms of the command center. It was there that the central communications room was located. In this room, communication was maintained with all military fortresses and bases. Dozens of Griffin's computers and radios were located there.
Entering the huge hall, where negotiations were always held, Fryazin was amazed at the huge crowd of people. There were many officers in blue military uniforms and black caps. Invictus also observed people dressed in the yellow uniforms of technical teams. They carefully examined every appliance in the room.
- Lord! - the general exclaimed loudly, - Lord officers!
Many of those present immediately turned towards the commander-in-chief.
- We wish you good health, - voices were heard from all sides.
The officers tried to respect their superior commander and salute. Busy with work, only the technical teams remained. They didn't even turn towards Invictus, and they were understandable.
- Put aside the formalities! - said Fryazin, - The situation is not suitable. Colonel Syndro! Report!
A short man in a blue uniform with epaulettes immediately jumped up to the commander-in-chief. His eyes showed fierce concern. From the face of the colonel one could understand that the matter was rubbish.
- Chief, - Sindro said, - Glad to see you. But we're in trouble. All equipment was out of order. No contact with anyone. Neither in orbit nor on earth. Even the phones don't work.
- As in the palace, - said Invictus, sighing heavily, - What I feared happened.
- But we're trying to fix the instruments, - the colonel reported, - Don't worry, chief, we'll fix everything soon.
- Hardly, - said Fryazin, - Aliens made us deaf. You have to act like you did thousands of years ago. Use messengers.
- We have already sent a scooter team to the location of General Fenoglio, - the voice of one of the officers was heard, - But they have not returned yet.
“What about Colonel Jasir of Nargon?” - the commander-in-chief immediately asked, - Didn't they send messengers to him?
- No way, boss, - answered Sindro, - But we can do it right now.
- So send, - the general ordered, - His fighters will obviously not interfere with us.
"That's right," said the Colonel.
Sindro instantly glanced at the faces of the two young officers who were also staring at him. The faces of these young men were extremely worried. One of them even trembled nervously, like a recruit facing an insurmountable obstacle in a training exercise.
- What are you staring at? - Sindro exclaimed angrily, addressing the young military men, - Quickly to Fenoglio!
“That’s right,” the two officers dutifully replied.
As soon as they heard the order, they instantly ran towards the exit from the control room. They ran as fast as their legs would allow.
- Do you know who attacked us? - asked one of the servicemen, - What are these ships in the sky?
“Chief, chief,” an alarming voice of one of the officers in the hall was suddenly heard, “Look out the window. There's some construction in the sky! She released something!
Many of the military present here instantly rushed to the windows. The first to do this was the commander-in-chief himself. Invictus quickly flew to the nearest oval window and looked up at the panorama of the city.
A giant, saucer-shaped alien construct was hovering in the skies nearby. So far, she has hardly moved. The ship remained hanging high. An unknown ship that threatens the city with complete destruction. But this is not what attracted the attention of the military now. From the direction of the huge ship, a bright luminous projectile flew out. He flew at a truly terrifying speed. It was heading straight towards the command center of the Griffin army.
- What is this? - the frightened voices of the officers were heard, - It looks like fireworks ....
- What the hell fireworks, - one of the repairmen swore, staring at the object, - It looks like a torpedo.
- Damn it, - said Fryazin, finally realizing what exactly flew out of the ship, - She's flying right in our direction!
- Yes, what are you?
- PRO is not functioning?
- All systems cut off!
The glowing enemy projectile was clearly visible. He approached the building at breakneck speed. His speed was truly incredible. There were only a few seconds left before it hit the building.
- Urgently leave the room! - Colonel Sindro yelled furiously, realizing at the same time that he was waiting for everyone around him in case of delay, - Leave the command center! General alarm!
- How do they know that we have a command post here .... - Invictus hissed softly, his head filled with millions of thoughts, - Someone is clearly leaking information to them ....
Having spoken these words, the commander-in-chief instantly jumped away from the window. His gaze focused on the doors leading to the exit from the control room. He quickly ran to the exit of the room. The rest of the Griffin officers followed him. Once at the door, they almost knocked each other down.
- Fast! - Shouted Sindro - Everyone out on the street! Everyone on the street!
But the speed of the enemy's luminous projectile turned out to be much faster. The weapon, used by an unknown enemy, was ruthless to its victims. In less than ten seconds, an enemy torpedo crashed into the command center building.
The resulting infernal flame instantly engulfed the entire structure, leaving not even bones from its inhabitants. All the valiant military of the Griffin in an instant turned into nothing. The command post shattered into a thousand pieces. The last thing Invictus Fryazin saw before his death was a diabolical scarlet fire devouring everything around with furious force. He didn't even feel pain. His body simply split into atoms.