As their national situation deteriorates by the day, the USSR prepares to launch the war with the west they have waited so long for. Understanding that they stand little chance in the long run, a daring plan is hatched to divide NATO in two. In early April of 1986, with most of the US carriers distracted in the Pacific and their allies preparing to attack through Germany, a massive fleet and swarms of aircraft move past Iceland, heading for the northeastern coast of the United States. "Heavy activity again today, sir," the young assistant notified his commander. "Same routine that's been going on the past week, though it's been increased heavily today." The general let out a sigh, running a hand over his head in the dimly lit room inside the Department of Defense. He had to listen to such reports constantly, and make the correct calls in reaction to them. It became a hectic job in situations like this, with forces of the Warsaw Pact constantly in motion in eastern Europe. The initial guess was that it was just an exercise, or a ruse intended to cause a scare. But as time went on, the scale seemed to indicate something larger. "The Germans have stated they're preparing to mobilize; they've asked both British and American forces to do the same." "What are the British going to do, and the French for that matter?" "The Brits will probably move up to their frontal positions. The French have stated they don't want to rush into things, but they're putting their military on alert; they're still staying within their borders. The rest of the Alliance will probably do the same." "Sir, we've got a lot of reports filtering in!" one of the other men sitting at a screen called from across the small room. "Hang on," the general replied, shuffling over, and still drowsy from waking up so early. "Alright, highest priority first." "One of the national posts is calling in about some emergency, codename India 7, out of...Maine. Said they've got something odd on the scopes." "Hold off on it; probably something local," he stated, more concerned about the possible conflict in Europe. "What's the general view on Germany?" "Heavy activity all around from the past few hours; ground movement, helicopters, large aircraft formations-" "Give the order to stand-to for all forces in Europe, same in the Pacific." For the past few weeks, China had also been making threatening moves in the Pacific; as such, most the America's carrier fleet had been relocated to various points there to act as a deterrent. It hadn't worked in that regard, as the aggressive actions continued. Still, China did not have much of a navy, and the carriers could deal a harsh blow to any move they made alone. Because of this power, some of the others in the Atlantic fleet were moved up to port in the UK until things settled. The Navy was looking at striking the Soviets as soon as the war started. "Alright, connect us to Yokosuka," he ordered. "Romeo 4, what've you got to report." "Radar is tracking some thirty bogeys moving southeast near our area." "Inform the Navy of the updated situation in Europe," he told the guard on the other side of the world, quickly switching his focus elsewhere. "What about Iceland?" "Nothing sir, Oscar 1 has been quiet. We haven't heard from Keflavik in a few hours," the assistant stated. "Last report was about tracking that Soviet fleet nearby and picking up a large aircraft formation. We got nothing out of them since then." "Christ, we need them to track that fleet. Keep trying to make contact. Now give me Sierra 5 next." "Connecting to Nome." "Sierra 5, report; we've heard about contacts over the Bearing." "Confirmed sir, signs are showing some seventy bogies," the Alaskan responded. "Be ready to act if necessary," the general ordered. "Ok, now...what's California calling about?" "Hang on, sir." "This is Charlie 3, our radar is tracking some ninety bogies moving over the Pacific to the north, heading southeast. Is there some kind of malfunction, over?" "Uh, stand by for further updates until the situation is clarified Charlie 3, out." "Would they send that many aircraft to bomb California? Seems like a waste." "Possibly just to shake up our moral, but I can't think of another reason to risk that much," the general theorized. "Most of their forces are in Europe, so it might be a malfunction or some ruse." "India 7 is still trying to contact, sir." "Alright, let's hear them," he said, waiting till the connection was made. "India 7, we may have a situation developing-" "Come in! They're all over the sky! Respond!" "India 7, repeat; what's going on!?" "Soviet aircraft are in our airspace! There's tons of them! Multiple fighters, transports, bombers! What’s going on!?" "India 7, Can you confirm!?" "Affirmative! Soviet build! I'm looking at Fulcrums flying over I-95 and Bangor! How the hell did they get here!?" "Copy that, preparing to warn nearby units," he said before cutting the communication. "Get everyone up, get the message out immediately." It all became clear why reports were coming so close from home, why Iceland hadn't responded, everything was clear. "All stateside units stand-to immediately! Multiple contacts have been confirmed in the northeast. Iceland and the SOSUS line are down. Mobilize and prepare for combat and follow-up orders; engage in combat if it is taking place near your area."