The pilots' fingers hovered above the weapon release buttons on the sticks; the bombing sequence had entered its final countdown.
All they needed was one word from the lead, and the Grim Reapers would scream off the racks, diving toward the not-yet-fully-awake ground below.
Major Mike's eyes swept across the cockpit displays, confirming all systems green and the formation in an ideal position. He took one last look at the real-time video feed of the target area—utterly silent, no abnormal activity, seemingly oblivious to the annihilation about to descend.
He drew half a breath, ready to exhale that decisive word—"Release."
At that very instant!
A completely different call, with the highest possible priority, overrode the current tactical comm channel!
