[ WP ] England decidedly does n't like the way the United States of America is progressing and decides to regain control of the colonies by force .

`` The Ruskies fulfilling the plot of Red Dawn yet?'' A uniformed man asked jokingly 
 `` Hah. No, it's been quiet all morning. Not so much as a peep....'' An air force First Sergeant replied, trailing off a bit, his radar screen had started flickering. After a few slaps to the monitor did n't resolve the issue, he stood up and called to the man to his left. 
 `` Hey Jonesy, are you getting any interference on your terminal?'' 
 `` Yea, it started just a second ago, top.'' 
 
 Chatter picked up in the room, heads were turning and Tom Youtcheff could clearly see something was wrong. Youtcheff was the senior NCO in this ATC room at Norad, a joint U.S. - Canadian facility used to monitor all air traffic within our joint sovereign air space. 
 
 Youtcheff quickly ran a few diagnostics and they came back clear but the interference remained. Furthermore, he was having trouble querying info on flights he was just monitoring. It's like they were n't even there anymore. 
 
 The chatter in the room had picked up noticeably and people were starting to be visibly panicked as the realization set in; the most secure facility on the planet had just lost monitoring of all aircraft over the U.S. and Canada. Tom stood up, straightened his uniform a bit and called out for the room to quiet down. 
 `` Listen gents, I do n't know what's going on, just follow your troubleshooting procedures and I'll call up to the TOC and let them know what's going on, just stay cool in the mean time. Let's not make this any worse by panicking.'' 
 
 Tom reached for the red phone next to his console but before his hand could reach the receiver, a deafening roar filled the room. A 9MM slug tore through Tom's shoulder and sent him toppling over, behind his chair and into a heap on the ground. What happened next was a bit of a blur. There was shouting, a few more gunshots that Tom heard as he tried to right himself and post up against a wall. Within 60 seconds it was all over. Standing in one corner were a group of bruised and disarmed U.S. Air Force staff. In front of them were a group of uniformed Canadians training Browning hand guns on them. Tom should have known something was up. Most of the Canadians working the room this morning he had never seen before and most of them were built like mac trucks. These were n't Canadian Airmen. These were Canadian special forces. 
 
 Using all his might, Tom managed to get to his feet and was immediately noticed by one of the Canadians. The soldier, however, realized Tom was no threat and lowered his weapon and began walking to him. Tom, now fading in and out from blood loss, managed to put together a question. 
 
 ``.....Why?'' He asked, blood spitting from his lips. 
 An evil smile spread across the operative's lips. 
 
 `` God save the queen.''
