Power Curve by Richard Herman

Power Curve by Richard Herman

Author:Richard Herman [Herman, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 1997-12-17T07:00:00+00:00


“Why did you do that?” Ryan asked Townly. They were sitting in a car as the C-141 StarLifter taxied out with its load of 223 passengers.

The Intelligence officer jotted down the time—7:50 P.M. “Why did I have all the passengers sign consent forms?” he asked. Ryan nodded. “CYA,” Townly said. “Cover your ass in case something happens. I had them acknowledge in writing they’d been briefed on the risks and were volunteers. If this turns into a piece of shit, there will be more politicians and lawyers breathing down our throats than you ever knew existed.” He snapped a rubber band around the forms and dropped them in his briefcase. “Let’s watch the takeoff from Habu Hill.”

Ryan drove around Perimeter Road and pulled into the parking lot on top of the low hill overlooking the runway. “Isn’t that an AWACS?” he asked, pointing at a gray E-3 Sentry lifting off the departure end of the runway. The highly modified Boeing 707 with its thirty-foot saucer-shaped antenna rotating slowly above the fuselage was an airborne warning and command system aircraft. The C-141 was still lumbering down the taxiway with its load of evacuees. The two officers watched as the C-141 taxied into place on the runway and held, awaiting a release time. “Somehow,” Ryan said, his stomach churning, “I feel that I’m personally responsible for those people.”

“We’re all responsible,” Townly told him. “I’m the guy doing the threat estimates the general is relying on.”

Fifteen minutes after the AWACS had taken off, the cargo plane rolled down the runway and lifted into the clear night air. Pour F-15s taxied out of their hardened shelters. “Martini didn’t say anything about escorting the 141,” Ryan said. They waited in silence as the fighters went through an end-of-runway check and taxied into position on the runway. But they didn’t take off. “What the hell is going on?” Ryan muttered.

“It looks like they’re on runway alert in case the AWACS calls for help,” Townly explained. “Let’s go to the command post and find out.” Ryan slipped the car in gear, and they pulled out of the parking lot. Behind them, the four F-15s were taking off in full afterburner, zooming into the night sky. “Shit!” Townly shouted. “Go!”



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