413:Counter Attack[III]

President Malcolm sat in the Situation Room, his face pale as reports came streamed in. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The deployment of Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles (ICBMs)—his nation's ultimate defense line—had failed spectacularly.

"How is this possible?" he demanded, his voice rising. "ICBMs are our most secure and fail-safe weapon! They're supposed to be unstoppable!"

The room bristled with tension, the air thick with fear and confusion. Advisors exchanged nervous glances, no one willing to speak first.

"Mr. President," one of his top military officials stammered, "it's as if they anticipated every step. The missiles were rendered useless before launch. It's beyond comprehension." 

Malcolm slammed his hand on the table. "You mean to tell me that some shadow force outsmarted our decades of military advancements? Who is behind this? How did they do it? Is Evan alone really capable of something this devastating?"