"Motherfucker! They did it!" Nick slammed his hand on the console and shot to his feet, overjoyed as he watched the flight path of the aircraft formation on the radar display. At the same time, he yelled into the comms channel, "Self-propelled guns and rocket artillery, open fire now! Bombard that tower!"
The self-propelled gun and rocket artillery positions, which had been standing by, immediately let out a thunderous roar. Shell after shell streaked through the air, trailing long contrails as they flew toward the distant tower in New York City.
Their purpose was to provide cover for the air support and draw the tower's attention.
That transparent, energy barrier-like shield immediately reappeared around the distant tower, intercepting the shells in midair and detonating them into clusters of beautiful fireworks.
