Now with the brekup of the ladder anchoring the cloud island to
Punkydoodle Island three miles below the winds quickly started pushing the aerial ICBM graveyard towards Mainland USA,specically
Washington D C
So the dragoness forgot about you for a few minutes as she flew frantically to get back to her island in the sky.
The exhausted beast clambered back aboard and looked back at Punkydoodle Island,fast receding in the background.
She spit you out onto the cloud and then went back to the Castle,where she flicked
on private secret channels normally
reserved for the President of the USA
and Cold Springs,where all the controls for the USA Nuclear Missiles are kept.
She knew radar wouldn't pick up her or the Castle,but would most assuredly
pick up the blips from all those Russian and Chinese missiles that had been fired
at the USA years in the past
which had somehow mysteriously
'vanished'
Because she had steered the Island towards rogue and sometimes deliberately
fired missiles,and caught them.
The Cloud Island held more still ticking nuclear warheads
then all other nuclear nations combined.
So after a while you got up and stumbled
towards the Castle,where the glowering dragoness
told you that you had just
set World War Three
and the End-of-all-Things in motion by
trying to escape.
The radar for the US Air Force
was most assuredly picking up a rather huge aerial attack from the direction
of Punkydoodle Island as all those missles lying about on the Cloud Island
appeared to be on the move,albeit
rather slowly for a missile,more like
25 miles per hour versus 2,500.