"Sire, all thirteen missiles containing the virus have been launched successfully," Basil commented as he watched the visual feed of those Warbots present at the silos.
"Of course they have," the Iron Tyrant retorted, keeping his arms folded behind his back.
The war Evander Slade had planned was now turned against him. Croatia and Romania would fall under nuclear attack within hours. The virus within the missiles Basil spoke of was none other than the newly hatched techno-organic virus, a disease that turned those infected into the mindless cybernetic slaves of the artificial intelligence PHALANX, which served Warsman in all his efforts. It would spread to all living beings, carried like the zombie plagues of legend, and would not stop until Warsman desired it to. Though Croatia and Romania were his primary targets, nothing could be said of his willingness to use the virus against Earth as a whole. The war room glowed a vicious red as the hologram rendition of planet Earth came to a sudden halt. The source of the brilliant crimson glow was the preordained paths of each of the missiles and their intended targets.
"Your lordship," Basil interjected. "A Mr. Noah Addams is here to see you at this urgent hour."
"Bring him in."