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The skies over the Bohai Sea... the sounds of high-powered jets pierces the calm skies, and, 50,000 feet up, a single black shape slices through the air like an assassin's knife through skin and tissue. The B-1R is alone, no escorts, no sisters, just her lonely self and the three men and one woman manning the slick black bomber. Her wings are swept back to within inches of her fuselage, the four Pratt & Whitney F-119 engines hurtling the aircraft along at 950 MPH. In her belly she carries a special cargo... one that could end the world, one that could kill thousands and then some, one that had been used only twice, almost a hundred years ago... tonight, over the Chinese city, she would become Death's right hand. Her crew did not know of this, however.

The pilot, or Mission Commander, as he was officially called, of the bomber ran his eyes over the LCD screens in front of him. Everything was normal. He was getting a bit weary; he had been doing nothing for an hour except monitoring the Lancer's complicated vitals. She was always in tip-top shape, but he didn't want to take chances. He didn't like this, even with his high rank. When he asked what would be loaded into the belly of the bomber, the Commander just said "Something special." Also odd that everyone kept clear of the runway when they took off. Normally some would stand so close to the end of the runway that their ear fur would get singed off from the engines. He just shrugged. What startled him even more was that he was flying to Beijing... that place is a hornet's nest! On top of that, she was armed with nothing but that "special device". He had a sneaking suspicion... he had always watched as they armed the deadly jet, but this time they had not allowed him or his crew anywhere near the hangar while she was being loaded out. Then, he and his crew had been given extremely dark sunglasses and told to put them on just before they dropped the device. Could it... no, the arsenal was gone, right? It was probably some sort of EMP weapon. Didn't explain the glasses but she was awfully high, so maybe it was some weird atmospheric thing. His seat had never seemed harder; it had been a long flight from Japan, one refueling, then the drop. He could see the coastline in the distance, a barley-visible line. Just a few more minutes at the cruise speed of Mach 1. His copilot shifted. He felt sorry for the bald eagle, on top of an uncomfortable seat, his wings must've been getting cramped. The offensive weapons officer sighed, followed by the sound of the defensive officer scratching her leg through her flight suit. They were all getting restless.

Somewhere in China, two radar operators were dumbfounded. A single UFO, heading straight towards Beijing. It could be nothing else. Why one? "Get a couple of J-10s out there, see if they can find out what she is carrying. I don't like this..." The other operator nodded in agreement, and then he shouted something to the nearby base commander.

At an airbase near Tianjin, two Chinese pilots listened intently to the German Shepard pacing back and forth in front of them. It was a short briefing. They would escort the UFO, make radio contact with the crew and force her back, or shoot her from the sky. Simple. They turned smartly, in sync, and marched to their awaiting Dragons. They climbed into the bulky fighters and powered up the Shenyang Liming WS-10 turbofans, one in each fighter. The two jets, eight white, shiny missiles hanging off of their sharp wings, rocketed off of the runway to intercept the intruder. They had no idea what she was or where she came from, but they needed to haul it if they wished to get there in time for an intercept. The J-10s were more than happy to meet their demands for speed as two sonic booms echoed through the sky, and two dark-grey forms shot skyward in a near-vertical zoom climb.

The mission commander of the B-1R could see the coastline in the distance. They had descended to about 3,000 feet. Soon... he wondered what he SAM threat would be, even with the agility of the Lancer. She was essentially an overgrown fighter, but she still had a large radar cross section, and an even larger physical form, which made him wonder why an F-35 hadn't been chosen to carry this out, they were smaller, harder to detect, and more maneuverable. Fuel wouldn't have been an issue... he shook his head. The copilot looked at him. "Sleepy?" He asked. He shook his head, the air hose rattling. They talked through the crew intercom, built into their masks. "Just wondering what the hell this gal is carrying in her belly, and what the chance of being killed or captured is once we are over Beijing." He just shrugged. "Well, let's just hope that we look so stupid that the SAM operators are too stunned to shoot." He smirked. "Or she can give 'em the middle finger and dodge the SAMs." He nodded.

"That too." They were both cheered up slightly... until the offensive weapons officer called out a contact. Then two. The MC sighed. "I am assuming hostile, right?" The cheetah nodded. "They don't seem to be aggressive though, I think they are just answering the door at this point." The pilot looked down at the digital map on the instrument panel. "Well, just stall them for a few minutes. We are almost to Beijing. I won't take control until they start acting aggressive." The OWO looked over his panel, and then said, "Roger, I'll tell you as soon as they start acting funny." Then the co-pilot looked out of the windscreen and into the canopy of a J-10. "Uh, guys, looks like we're being tailed by Dragons, J-10s. I have a visual contact. Wait, he is signaling me..." The pilot of the J-10 pointed vigorously over his shoulder with his thumb, in the direction of Japan. The co-pilot of the slick bomber nodded. Meanwhile, the second J-10 was wallowing about in the vicious wake of the Lancer's engines. He had already radioed that the bomber was a Lancer, now he had to maintain firing position behind the aircraft. Nearly impossible, but an infrared missile would have no problem locking onto the massive wake of the jet engines. In the cockpit of the trapped bomber, the OWO was scanning his instruments. "Sir? There's one on our tail. I think she's there to shoot us if we try to do anything. She is awfully close though, and from the looks of her radar blip, she is having trouble." The pilot gnawed on one of his claws. What to do? He made a drastic decision. "Increase throttle, max speed, flares deployed. Hold on tight everyone, this bitch is gonna put on a show!"

He said, taking off autopilot and shoving the throttles forward. The Lancer's wings cocked back to form a delta shape, and everyone got pushed into, or out of for the two weapons officers, their seats. The pilot of the second J-10 was thrown about as his aircraft, already on the verge of stalling, was slammed by the wake. She did a backflip and stalled, tumbling. In the first aircraft, the pilot watched in amazement as the Lancer barrel rolled over his aircraft. The aircraft blasted past Mach 1. Beijing was so close... 45 seconds... 25... 10... the mission commander was breathing hard in concentration. The OWO called 5 seconds. Then he called for the drop. The OWO opened the bomb bay and the B-83 nuclear bomb fell slowly away from it's carrier, a massive parachute popping out to allow the Lancer time to escape. Below, only a few mobile SAMs were available. The Chinese had not thought of a raid to Beijing. The co-pilot called for eye protection a few seconds later, and the crew scrambled for the recommended eye gear. The OWO dropped the tinted face guard on his helmet; the DWO did the same, while the pilot pulled a pair of shades out of his pocket and stuck them on. The co-pilot's were shattered on the floor, so he threw his paws over his face, and, about 15 seconds later, the third ever atomic device used in anger detonated next to a small department store near the center of the capital city of China. The blast wave destroyed miles of the city. The Premier was feet away from the front door of his bunker when the blast wave tossed him over a hundred feet, while the Vice Premier was killed instantly when his limo was pancaked against the bunker's wall. The Paramount Leader was incinerated in his office. The Politburo's aircraft was just off the runway when the blast wave flipped the aircraft over. She slams nose first into the Earth and explodes, killing all. The J-10 that stalled? Well, her pilot saw the bomb just as it detonated, mere feet from his craft. She was shattered into a thousand pieces, her pilot incinerated. The second J-10, desperately following the Lancer, survived, but barley. An FC-1 Xiaolong, attempting to escape her doomed nest, was slammed into the Earth by the blast, only a few feet off of the runway. The crew aboard the B-1 were stunned. They had been told that the arsenal was gone. The OWO looked down. He had just committed murder on a massive scale. The DWO reached over and put her hand on his shoulder as the mission commander pulled the bird away from the smoldering, radioactive ruins of Beijing. "Hey?" She said, softly, even through the distortion of the intercom, "You didn't kill those people, the guys on Capital Hill did. You just pressed what they told you to, you didn't know what would fall from the bay when you dropped." The OWO smiled. "Yeah, guess you are right." The co-pilot shot the MC a look, smirking. Then he shouted into his face mask, "Hey guys, save it for the barracks, k?" Both of the officers jumped and hurriedly went back to work, or at least putting on a façade of work. The DWO needed to see what the jets were doing. "Well, no one is following. Good!" The MC, who was still smirking, nodded. "Aight, let's get out of here." The bomber climbed steadily as she turned for the safety of Japan.

EPILOGUE

Though some outrage was expressed on the 2027 Nuking of Beijing, it was mostly over the fact that the USA had reported that all nukes were gone. The need for a WMD, however, was rarely disputed. The war had been raging from 2019, when China had violated US airspace and ocean territory several times. When a civilian 737, mistaken for a P-8, was shot down with no warning near Hawaii, this, combined with several other incidents involving a couple lost F-35s over Wake, a destroyer damaged beyond repair, and even a Chinese fighter spotted over Oregon, pushed tensions to a snapping pont. Casualties had rocketed to over 300,000, for both sides, after constant stalemates in the Pacific and on several American controlled islands. China surrendered soon after the nuking, with their government wiped out and their capital, including the precious Forbidden City, turned to charred, radioactive ruins. The Lancer returned to her roost at a Japanese air base near Kyoto safely. She had only minor issues with fighters on her way back, dealt with easily due to her skilled weapons officers and advanced electronics. She will be forever heralded as the ender of the Chinese War. The crew were praised for the clean operation. There was no Mutually Assured Destruction, as all of the weapons in China's arsenal were either gone or decayed so bad that they would do little damage. Now, the OWO and DWO? I will leave that up to you to decide what happened after.