The Summer Skyline is.....

    It had been months. It took him patience, hard work and hints of paranoia to pull it off but finally, the girl Ricardo liked finally said "yes". He left his apartment with a bound in his step. The breeze whistled gently and softly through the concrete buildings, paneled by glass and steel. It kissed his skin. It felt good. He strode over to his parked scooter, sat on it and put the key into ignition. It took him several minutes for him to realize something; something black fluttered in the sky from the corner of his eye. Another fluttered closer, and another....
   Ricardo pulled off his sunglasses and looked up. Above him, several blocks down, several buildings where on fire. Thick clouds of angry black smoke billowed up from the broken heads of buildings.
    "Holy s**t!" he exclaimed as ash, smoke and debris fell around him.
    While Ricardo watched the buildings burn from the street, blocks away, secured behind the walls of a fortified bunker within the White House, the president watched a huge screen of the entire world; a green grid criss-crossed by lines showing America, Mexico, Europe, Africa..... and suddenly, the "ocean" around the eastern coast of America became alive with a swarm of red dots.
    "The Russians," said General McHolland, one of the most decorated in recent years. "Have launched their payload of nuclear warheads. We've also received word that our agents and our diplomats are dead, sir."
    "It is also estimated," said the president's chief adviser. "That these missiles will hit us in half an hour, tops."
    The air in the bunker was stiffed and electric at the same time. The heavy. pungent scent of fear flooded the room. Everyone glistened with a sheen of sweat. The president sank in his seat and for the first time ever since he was elected, he looked small and weak. Lines creased his face. His hair was a shocking touch of grey. He touched his face and rubbed his forehead.
    "Son of a b***h," he swore quietly. "Is there anything we can do?"
    "Launch our missiles at 'em, sir. At least we'll take them with us." McHolland suggested.
    "We'll deal with the Russians when the time comes. I want every anti-warhead and anti-ballistics drone in the air ASAP!"
     "Sir - "
     "And get Joe in the air as well."
     " ..... yes, sir."
    The drones were launched from all over the country, some brand new, some many decades old. They all hovered and sped towards the nation's capital with one purpose in mind; to shoot down any missiles that they can. Hopefully, they would provide an adequate shield to prevent nuclear explosions from decimating the country.
     The drones roared over the streets of Washington DC and Ricardo saw them all, still standing on the street by his Vespa, dumbfounded. He blinked once and then saw it.... but it couldn't be true. There was..... a man in the sky! At the head of the flock of drones. Joesph Green had been training his whole life for this day, ever since the presence of mutated genes inside of him presented him with special abilities. He could fly, he was many times stronger than a human and could take more of a beating, too. He was the US's "secret weapon".
    He sped upwards and saw the first of the nuclear swarm intent on destroying his home. He raced to the first one and tore it into two with his fingers, tossing the now-harmless remains aside like ragdolls. He punched another aside, veering it off course, crippling it. He kicked one into the sea, sent another racing far away. He was quite proud of himself. It was just like the simulations that they made him run. He always got a 100% survival rating.
    And then a collective scream of terror from below snapped him out of his dreaming.
    Before him, many miles off, gleaming like burning spearheads, was another swarm of nuclear missiles.... too many for him to handle alone. And he watched, in wide eyed terror, as numerous raced past him, searing him with their heat. There came the roar of explosions pulverizing concrete and glass, upturning earth, incinerating civilians.... and Joesph knew that he had failed.
    The summer skyline was burning.