OCTOBER 8TH, 1600 HOURS (1500 HOURS MOUNTAIN TIME)
Jennings took the AN/PRC-152 radio from Major Fredericks’ hand. She pressed the
necessary buttons and put it to her ear. “Colonel Jennings here, sir.”
like I expected. The hull is showing its power again.”
explain that, sir?” Never cared much for that fat bird, she realized, hearing
the Rivet Joint’s background sounds blaring through in General Tauring’s call.
flying over you now and the computer processing the 1200 power telescope is
flashing images past me like m240 bravo. I’m having them printed out. But bottom
line is, the hull is allowing both telescopic views and printed photos of the
subway. And I know as we discussed earlier this is probably redundant, given
the hull functions interdimensionally, but still, it’s good to rule it out.
Seven miles away. Quite the range.”
all around the subway car. Like she mentioned moments ago to her team members,
the car’s white base, light yellow-green trim, and metallic wheels yet glimmered
brighter than in any of the underground rooms. “Sir. The hull is simulating the
sun’s light reflecting off the subway’s surfaces.”
all about power and control, Colonel. Does what it wants to impress, when it damn
well sure feels like it. Colonel, you look lost down there. Can you see the
Rivet up here?”
up. Sunlight touching, warming her face felt wonderful and the nearly cloudless
blue sky was eye candy for her body and soul. And there it was, the Rivet
slowly streaking its path across the sky, the jet engines faint but audible.
“Yes, sir. I see you.”
beeping filled the general’s background, overpowering the Rivet’s sounds. “Hold
on, Colonel. Stevens is contacting me.”
more relaxed, she gazed around the subway. Major Fredericks yet stood nearby.
The DFRs she had brought up kept their eyes peeled, being good OPs, searching
around for any curious civilians sneaking along the fence border. Her other
team members were near the subway’s front end, discussing the means to get the
subway back down below.
up again. The Rivet was nearly beyond their position traveling in its southwest
General Tauring’s voice cracked loudly, rattling the radio. “Delta alert! Delta
her pulse shot up, but she kept her cool. “Sir. Should we bring the subway down
the DFRs suddenly ran in the direction behind her.
God!” General Tauring said. “Colonel! Turn around. All seven are up on that ridge!”
toward the high ridge, the DFRs running straight for the ridge themselves, and
she stared with an eagle’s eye. Quickly she located the hull people. Barely
visible, their size so small, the distance so vast, they stood huddled together
in a small group along a section of fence. “No way, sir. I see them!” Then,
suddenly, they vanished. “Sir! They just disappeared!”
kept heading toward that same location even so.
General Tauring didn’t speak for about ten seconds. “God damnit, Colonel. Get that
subway down, now! Out.”