Plan B

There was a rumble in the distance. One of the immense skyscrapers crumbled and fell in on itself as pale fire leapt upwards to paint the sky. The moon flared red as blood. Rogmund stood before the window with his hands behind his back.

"Bad news, sir," said Jeff the intern. "We've broken through into the ravenous Hell dimension three months prior to projections."

"What's the impact?"

"Down for the next quarter before we can mobilize the weapons, ammo, and medical divisions."

"Hm."

"We'll be down after, too. Population losses."

Rogmund watched the streets burn. "Cash my stock options. Backdated."