The Displaced Eagle

Chapter 1

Location: Washington D.C., USA
Date: December 1st, 2053
Time: 1200
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President James F. Fisher of the USA was sitting in his office, overlooking a blueprint for the first new battleship designed since World War II.

"Implementing the MK 7 Rail-guns? No wonder the boat is estimated at $20 billion to build. Though a new battleship with state of the art technology could multiply the Navy's capabilities by tenfold. Yea, I approve of this."

The old Iowa-class battleships had a complete overhaul in their capabilities a few weeks back, with the ships being completely modernized and ready to sail in a moment's notice.

Suddenly, out of the blue, a bright flash shines outside the window, covering the nation, before quickly dispersing as if it never happened.

"Mr. President! Are you okay?"

"Yea, I'm fine, what the hell just happened. Get me in contact with NORAD!"

*static*

"Sir, the line is down! We can't contact them!"

"Get me a ride to the Pentagon, ASAP!"
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Location: American-Algerian Border, Fort Anderson
Date: December 1st, 2053
Time: 1600
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Two marines are seen looking out the window, talking to each other.

"You wonder what that flash meant?"

"Na bud, I have no clue what happened."

"Is there a sandstorm coming? I swear it was supposed to be clear skies all day."

*grabs binoculars*

"That don't look like no sandstorm, lookin' like a convoy."

"We should probably tell sarg, right?"

"I'll go tell him."

One of the marines runs off to the Sargent to inform him of the situation.

"Get your gear, we are goin to investigate."

There is a barbed wire fence on the American-Algerian border, to prevent unauthorized entry into American Soil. On the fence, there are signs indicating that crossing the border would result in lethal force.

An American JLTV rolls up to the fence.

"So, mind tellin me what you are doing?"

*too lazy to translate*

*dont wanna write an entire conversation bc I'm lazy*
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Location: London, UK
Date: December 1st, 1941
Time:2100
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"Mister Prime Minister, we lost contact with Canada and America! The Italians have almost kicked us out of Northern Africa!"

"Good God! If we cannot contact Canada and America, then bring the troops back home."

Is this God's answer to our Darkest Hour? Churchill thought.
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Location: Pentagon, USA
Date: December 1st, 2053
Time: 2200
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Ohh boy, half the satellites are down, no contact with our allies? What really happened? Is this a Chinese or Russian attack? President Fisher thought.
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Location: Off the British Coast, Gerald R. Ford Carrier Strike Group
Date: December 2nd, 2053
Time: 0100
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"Soo, What's the mission?"

"Just to protect the fleet, that's all."

"C'mon man I wanted more action."

5 pilots are talking about the mission aboard the USS Gerald R. Ford.
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And first chapter down. I think it's pretty good for my first ever chapter. Anyways adios.