Attack on Area 51 by Mack Maloney

Author:Mack Maloney [Maloney, Mack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-4804-1100-5
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2013-05-14T00:09:00+00:00

Part Four: The Man Not Zhang

Chapter 13

One week later

THE SIX MITCHELLS CAME out of the night and roared over Groom Lake.

Led by Hunter’s F-86 Sabre, they were flying just fifty feet off the ground, engines making a lot of noise, ready to fire at anything that moved.

But the only thing moving at Area 51 was the wind.

It was midnight and the end of a long flight from Football City. Three of the Mitchells were crammed with fifteen people each: two pilots and a flight engineer, plus a dozen members of the Football City Special Forces. The FCSF soldiers took turns manning each plane’s gun turrets, but there was no need. The flight out had been unopposed and, after four provocative passes, no one was shooting at them from the secret base below.

But while it seemed like nothing had changed since his recon just ten days before, Hunter still wanted to be the first to land. If a bullet was out there waiting for someone, he wanted it to hit him.

So he brought the Sabre down and rolled it off the runway. Killing the engine, he lifted his canopy, climbed out onto the wing, and waited.

Nothing.

He jumped to the ground, stopped, and listened.

Still nothing.

He took a moment to absorb his surroundings. It was odd being out here in a place that had fueled so many wild imaginations.

UFOs. Aliens. Bigfoot. Elvis …

Where did the truth end and the nonsense begin?

At the same time, his psyche was ablaze. There were answers for him out here. He could feel it. But how quickly could he find them?

He scanned the base with his night-vision goggles. Lots of hangars, support buildings, and old barracks-like structures all appeared empty and abandoned. Just what he wanted to see.

His idea was to get the raiding force on the ground, find Dr. Pott’s AII facility, take whatever they could from it, then leave as quickly as possible.

With luck, they’d be there less than an hour.

The B-25s came in one by one.

The first was carrying an FCSF combined air defense and communications team, armed with both Stinger missiles and powerful radio sets able to listen in on AMC radio traffic.

The next three Mitchells were carrying elite FCSF infiltration troops (the raid’s search teams). Next to land was the gas plane, filled with huge rubber bladders full of aviation fuel. Its crew would immediately gas up the other Mitchells, readying them for their planned quick exit.

Ben and JT were the last to land. Along with a dozen FCSF troopers, they were carrying two extra passengers: Dr. Pott, who would help look for the AII facility, and St. Louis, who couldn’t be talked out of joining the mission.

As a few FCSF troopers took up guarding the Mitchells, the rest began a building-by-building search, looking for the AII facility, but also making sure there was no opposition hidden anywhere.

Meanwhile, Dr. Pott and St. Louis joined Ben and JT at Hunter’s position.

“Anything look familiar, Doctor?” Hunter asked.

“I’m not sure,” Pott replied, glancing around. “This place has changed a lot since I was last here.

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