Meanwhile, the lead fighter jet pilot was transmitting live visuals to the fleet. "This is Falcon One. Target in sight. It's… not what we expected."
"What do you mean, Falcon One?" came the voice of the fleet's communication officer.
The pilot hesitated. "It's heavily armored. I don't recognize the material, but it's… reflective, almost like it's deflecting light. No visible crew on deck. I—wait—"
Suddenly, the pilot's transmission was cut off, replaced by static.
"Falcon One, report! What's happening?"
There was no response. Seconds later, the radar showed Falcon One and its wingman veering off course before disappearing entirely.
Panic rippled through the command center.
"What just happened?" Richard demanded, his voice tight with frustration.
"Unknown, sir! Both jets are off the radar!"