It.

Everyone looked to the west as it happened. Two people prayed. Three fainted. Several people, including some employees ran off towards town.

Stacy could not believe. One by one by one dozens of nuclear missiles were rocketing to the sky and to the horizon.

"Better get home to your bomb shelters!" said the gruff cook.

"But..." Stacy's legs wavered. Her fan turned and pulled her upright. "That's right." she said. "You don't have yours nearby. You can use mine. I have enough for two people for twenty years. Thank god that rat bastard lit out some time ago."

The final rocket rumbled away.

"Come on." said her fan. "We don't have much time!"

1. Checking to make sure the three fainted people had been taken (they had), Stacy went with her fan.
2. Uh oh. Someone goofed. Stacy spotted something on the horizon. The cook screamed at them to get into the resturant's shelter. Stacy and her fan picked up a forgoten fainter and made it inside just in time.

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