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On Thursday 4/5/2007 11:38 AM, Phil Scovell sent:

>This chapter is far from complete.  I've been spending most of my time in
>the last couple of weeks working on a new book which, believe it or not, is
>a Christian romance novel.  You might be surprised over that one.  Anyhow,
>you have already read the prolog to this story.  You know, the old man
>sleeping in the barn?  Well, this begins chapter one.
>
>Phil.
>
>                             CHAPTER 1
>
>
>                         THE BIRTH OF SUNS
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>
>The bomber made little noise as it taxied to the end of the
>runway.  It waited for less than 2 minutes before it began its
>launch.  Long before the end of the 10,000 foot runway, the top
>secret bomber left the Missouri runway and was aloft.  The 4 crew
>members did nothing but watch their instruments.  The onboard
>computers did everything.  The G forces increased as the craft
>made altitude and the 3 men and 1 woman were pressed back into
>their seats, their suits compensating for the pressure, as the
>plane climbed nearly vertical until it reached the 80,000 foot
>cruising altitude.  Once the jet craft leveled out, and only then
>did the computers increase flight speed.  Within seconds, they
>were flying over 7,500 miles an hour.  The sun came up behind
>them as they flue the strategic route.  From this altitude, they
>could view the curvature of the earth.
>
>      In less than 2 hours, the computers reported they were
>approaching the target.  Another 10 minutes and the nuclear GPS
>guided bombs would release.
>
>      Suddenly a beeping sound was heard in all the ear pieces of
>the crew.  A computerized voice spoke.  "Multiple missile
>launch," followed by location, direction, speed, type of weapon,
>and minutes to impact.  No one made any move nor seemed to be the
>least bit concerned about the computer warning.  The plane tilted
>to the vertical again.  The computer voice said, "Climbing to
>115,000 feet.  Targets eight.  Tracking.  Jamming in progress.
>Jamming complete.  All targets eliminated at 10 thousand.  No
>further threats at this time."
>
>      "They hardly got off the ground," one of the computer pilots
>said in her open microphone built into her helmet without
>realizing it.
>
>      At the 115,000 foot level, the plane arched and again
>leveled.  "No Missile tracking at this time."  Maintaining
>altitude."  The super secret plane had been reported as a UFO so
>many times, even the public had lost interest.  Nothing flew that
>fast on earth.  The plane was capable of jamming and disabling
>any other aircraft in the world without firing a single shot.  In
>fact, the hyper sonic stealth aircraft wasn't just a plane.  It's
>solid fuel rocket engines literally allowed the plane to clear
>the atmosphere and circle the globe in earth orbit, traveling at
>30,000 miles an hour, making a complete earth orbit circuit in
>just under 90 minutes, and literally chart targets, geographical
>locations, and from 150 miles, could read a postage stamp laying
>on the ground.  Not to mention, of course, launch up to 8 nuclear
>tipped missiles of 40 megatons each.
>
>      At the target zone, the 2 nuclear tipped rockets dropped
>away from their racks.  The plane banked hard and within seconds
>was increasing speed and heading back the way it came.
>
>      The nuclear rockets fell 50,000 feet before their solid fuel
>rocket motors ignited.  The GPS mapping in their computers had
>been tracking since before they dropped away from the aircraft.
>The noses turned, one to the right and the other to the left, and
>they began to separate.  Moments later, their noses dropped and
>they fell to the vertical.  Although the warheads were 40
>megatons, the computers had preset the detonation levels to 10
>megatons.  when they descended through 4,000 feet, they exploded.
>Twin suns were born.  Anyone within 3,000 miles witnessing the
>detonations would experience immediate retinal burn and would
>never see again.  The atmospheric gasses expanded to hundreds of
>miles an hour within two seconds.  The pressure waves that
>blasted downward, struck the earth with such force, sand
>instantly vaporized as the super heated gasses touched the
>surface.  As the pressure continued to build and expand, the
>stems of the mushroom clouds formed as everything in the blast
>zone was sucked into the air.  At 15 miles, the mushroom head
>began to tumble through the thin air.  Already the deadly
>radiation had traveled over a hundred miles.  The sand storm
>itself was not only deadly but the radiation killed every living
>thing for 200 miles.  The nuclear footprint would be a minimum of
>500 miles in diameter.  Nothing in that area would grow for 200
>years.  Other than the nomads and a hand full of villages, there
>would be no need for anything to grow.  The people, on the other
>hand, about 2500 in number, were all literally vaporized.  The
>deadly radiation would travel another 500 miles in the hurricane
>developed winds before they began to diminish.  Others would die,
>too, of course, but they would die a slow death of cancer over
>the next two and three years.  The top of the mushroom cloud
>reach 20 miles but the secret aircraft had been far over the
>horizon long before the warheads even detonated.  Three hours
>later, The craft never even experiencing the shock wave, the top
>secret bomber landed.  the crew deplaned without ever once
>touching their instruments.  The pressurized door hatch cracked
>open like an eggshell due to the ice still on the plane from it
>extreme altitude flying as they disembarked.
>
>      The president of the United States had been up for several
>hours.  He took the call when the planes had reach their target
>and when the two bombs, 10 miles apart, detonated.  Furthermore,
>he took the call when the crew landed.  He went back to bed then,
>and got an hour sleep in before he got up to meat with his
>cabinet.
>
>      "I suppose calls have already been coming in from the heads
>of state?" the President ask casually.
>
>      "Yes, sir," the communications expert replied.  It would
>appear no one in the Middle East has figured out what has
>happened as of yet.  The PM of Britain has called, of course, and
>a call from the Russian president just came through on the Red
>Line before he arrived, Sir.  Just inquiries as to who was
>responsible so far."
>
>      Turning to the Secretary of Defense, he said, "Put the word
>out, Jake, that I'll make an announcement at noon today."
>
>      "The man to whom the President of the United States had
>spoken, wrote on his note pad but said nothing."
>
>      "Jim," the President said looking at the secretary of the
>Air Force, "anything new to report?"
>
>      The spy Satellites are back in operation.  Three have
>already passed over the area.  There isn't a lot that we can
>see."  The Sec Air turned to the communications officer and the
>man illuminated the live pictures coming for spy aircraft which
>were already circling the air above 100,000 feet and at a safe
>distance.
>
>      "As you can see, sir, there is more light than anything
>else.  It will be a few hours before things begin to settle.
>However, the laser rays have indicated two 500 foot holes at the
>blast impact zones."
>
>      "Is that deep enough to reach the underground plants?"
>
>      "We believe the Russians helped them dig the plants a mile
>below the surface but the downward pressure wave from both blasts
>have already begun earthquakes according to the seismic experts.
>The quake will continued for days, perhaps weeks Mr. President,
>and since the bombs detonated nearly on top of the fault line,
>the underground facilities are history.  They have no launch
>capabilities anyway.  The dual plants will crack like an egg,
>probably have already, the radiation pollution will literally
>destroy life as we know it in the entire southern half of the
>country.  The human target was eliminated, too, Mr. President
>because he was vacationing in his southern palace when the
>rockets detonated.  He certainly won't be making any more threats
>on Israel."
>
>      Looking at the Secretary of State, the President said, "Any
>other Middle East nations we should be worried about concerning
>an attack on Israel?"
>
>      "Per your previous order, Mr. President," the man said
>slowly, "the messages were communicated to those considered the
>greatest possible risk.  Based upon our space based sat command
>center, no one seems to be making any moves we need to worry
>about."
>
>      "Live video coming in from the Chinese Premier, Mr.
>President, and demanding an immediate explanation, sir," the
>communications commander intoned.
>
>      "Ok," the President said.  "Everybody compose yourself.
>Video on," the President finished.
>
>      The Premier of China spoke perfect English, fortunately, so
>no interpreters were required.  "Hello Premier," the President of
>the United States said.  "What can I do for you, sir?"
>
>      "You know very well what this call is about."
>
>      "Premier, I don't recognize your authority.  If you want
>what information I am will to give you, I suggest you be polite
>upon calling the President of the United States."
>
>      The man on the screen said nothing for a moment and then
>spoke.  "As you wish Mr. President."
>
>      "Premier, there is a plot to assassinate you by this time
>tomorrow.  We are at Def Con 1 as we speak.  Those who will
>attempt to take your life, Mr. Premier, will then attempt to
>overthrow by military force, the nation of Israel.  You must know
>that the United States will never allow that to happen.  There
>are shadow elements of your government who are behind this plan.
>Their goal, Mr. Premier, is total global destabilization.  We
>have targeted all of your major nuclear bases, Mr. Premier.  If
>you are killed, we will destroy your entire nation within 30
>minutes.  The free nation of Israel has been notified and they
>are on high alert as we speak."
>
>      Nothing was said for long moments.  The President could tell
>the Premier of the PRC was conferring with others off screen.
>When he spoke, he said, "I will check out your story, Mr.
>President, and get back to you."
>
>      "I suggest, Premier, you call in Go Woo chang.  He is not, I
>repeat, he is not your enemy.  He does know about this plot
>against your life and those involved.  If I later learn that
>anything but good has become of Chang, I will personally come
>over there and kill you myself," and the President cut the air
>with his hand and the screen instantly went black.