CHAPTER 217

CANADA

ROUTE TEN

 To say it was a spectacular sight would be a gross understatement.

 Colonel Nikolai Morelli held onto the windshield of his armored Hopper as it skidded to a halt and he watched the clouds of smoke rise in the distance to his front. His tanks and APCs ground to a stop behind him in the six mile long convoy of armor and men. As he stepped from his Hopper his eyes wide, he had the sudden sinking feeling in his stomach that he was not going to live much more than a few minutes.

 Ninety seconds actually.