Plague Planet by Chris Hechtl

Author:Chris Hechtl [Hechtl, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Adventure, High Tech, Hard Science Fiction
Amazon: B00DVPOZXE
Goodreads: 18216856
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Four hours after leaving Landing, Hank had practically kissed the ground when they'd landed in the farmer's field. The farmer hadn't been thrilled to see them, but Hank had, despite the shotgun greeting. He and Wart as well as their teen pilot Luke had been scared shitless the entire way there. He'd forgotten about the speed the air-cars went and what the air buffeting did to the skin of the bus. Throw in his tack welds and all three of them had been worried about the skin being ripped off the roof. He'd even gone so far as to break out his small welder to tack a couple more spots from the inside. It hadn't helped much, but it had helped them worry slightly less. Slightly.

Now he had to open the damn thing up again to get the gear out. Heavy gear, without a crane or winch in sight. He sighed.

“You know that barn has a hay loft,” Wart said, pointing towards the crop of buildings through the smashed grain.

“So?”

“So it's got that thing, the board sticking out the front. For hauling the hay up into the loft. Got a pulley on it and everything,” Wart said as the Sin City deputy arrived and took the angry farmer aside.

“You don't say,” Hank said, nodding and rubbing his chin. “Might work. We'll find out. Luke, we've got to move this thing. Mr. um, uh...”

“Doherty,” Wart supplied.

“Yeah, whatever,” Hank said. The farmer turned his glare on him. “The sooner we unload and get this thing put together and into the air the sooner we're out of what hair you've got left,” he said.

The man tipped his straw hat back and rubbed his brow. “Well, why didn't you city slickers say so?” the old man growled. Hank snorted, looking at Wart. “Let's go, gotta save the world,” the old man said, waving them to the barn as he shambled off.

...*...*...*...*...

Once Hank was off Irons made their first full pressure suits, supporting equipment, showers, and virology lab equipment. It was the bare basics of a diagnostics lab. Helen had tapped a couple of people including one of their trained Virologists they had on hand to read the manuals. Irons however didn't make everything, so Helen directed her people to tap the medical supplies to fill in with slides, culture dishes, and other simple equipment.

The admiral started to explain the working of the equipment when Sprite interrupted. He sighed and then handed over a tablet and told the virologist to read it on the flight to Sin City. He had other more important things to do.

“What flight?” Doctor Ivanov asked, looking around. Irons turned and pointed to a speck in the sky. The man turned and shielded his eyes just in time for Luke to do a bit of grandstanding and buzz the field. Irons winced. “Is he going to fly that way all the way to Sin City?” Doctor Ivanov asked, sounding worried.

“I hope not. There's a lot of glassware,” Irons scowled, watching the airbus settle onto the ground nearby.

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