CASTIEL'S REQUIEM

Chapter 50: God Did

The naval control room plunged into darkness, only to be bathed in an eerie red glow as the warning sirens blared to life. Lieutenant Junior Grade Heath Potter's eyes widened in terror as he gazed at the radar screen, his mind racing with the implications of what he saw. Multiple missile attacks, enough to obliterate an entire state, were bearing down on the naval base.

"Inform the captain to get ready for evaluation, there's no way we'd survive this!" he barked at the ensigns, who looked like they'd just seen a ghost.

The captain, Sam Morgan, burst into the control room, his sandy blond hair disheveled, his eyes flashing with a mix of fear and determination. "Ahoy, Mark, get the Spy-6 started! Heath, send out a code red! Jude, prepare for evacuation! We need to get our Aegis system online, pronto!"

The sailors sprang into action, their movements swift and urgent. The room was a flurry of activity, with crew members rushing to their stations, their faces set with grim determination. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the steady beep of consoles and the urgent shouts of the crew.

"Captain, we're picking up multiple contacts, bearing two-seven-zero, range five thousand yards!" Ensign Lisa Nguyen shouted from the radar station.

"Get our CIWS online, we need to defend against incoming missiles!" Captain Morgan bellowed, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of weakness.

The ship's interior was a maze of steel corridors and cramped compartments, the walls lined with pipes, wires, and equipment. The crew moved with precision, their movements honed from months of training. But despite their professionalism, the atmosphere was one of barely contained panic.

In the engine room, Chief Engineer Michael Chen yelled above the din of the engines, "Give me more power, we need to get our speed up!" The engines roared in response, the ship shuddering as it gained speed.

Meanwhile, in the weapons control room, Lieutenant Junior Grade Emily Patel frantically worked the controls, "Captain, I've got our ASROC missiles online, ready to launch!"

Just then, Ensign Miles Traske spoke up, his blue eyes meeting the captain's dark gaze. "Sir, an enemy ship is astern, range three thousand yards and closing!"

Captain Morgan's scowl deepened, his face twisted in a snarl. "Decimate them, do your fucking job, damn it! Prepare to launch our ASROC, we'll show them the teeth of the USS Defiance!"

The room erupted into a frenzy of activity, the crew rushing to obey the captain's orders. The ship shuddered and groaned, its engines roaring as it prepared to face the incoming threat.

Captain Morgan's eyes darted between the sailors frantically working the controls and the radar screen, his mind racing with the dire situation. They were barely making a dent in the incoming missile barrage, and at this rate, they needed a miracle to survive.

Just as he was about to bark another order, the ship's phone rang, shrill and insistent. He snatched it up, his voice firm and commanding. "This is Captain Sampson Morgan speaking, USS Defiance, serial number 8542, United States Navy."

He rattled off his credentials, his eyes never leaving the chaos around him. "Yes, I'm aware, Captain," a calm, authoritative voice replied. "This is Carolyn Harrington speaking, and I would like to know our chances of survival."

It wasn't until after the call ended that Captain Morgan's mind registered the significance of who he had just spoken to - the President of the United States. His eyes widened in shock, his grip on the phone tightening as he realized the gravity of their situation. The President herself was monitoring their situation, and their chances of survival were slim to none.