And now, we bring you a tale calculated to leave you in
sustststststststststst-spense!
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.
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> CHAPTER 1
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> 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.
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> In less than 2 hours, the computers reported they were
>approaching the target. Another 10 minutes and the nuclear GPS
>guided bombs would release.
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> 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."
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> "They hardly got off the ground," one of the computer pilots
>said in her open microphone built into her helmet without
>realizing it.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> "I suppose calls have already been coming in from the heads
>of state?" the President ask casually.
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> "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."
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> Turning to the Secretary of Defense, he said, "Put the word
>out, Jake, that I'll make an announcement at noon today."
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> "The man to whom the President of the United States had
>spoken, wrote on his note pad but said nothing."
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> "Jim," the President said looking at the secretary of the
>Air Force, "anything new to report?"
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> 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.
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> "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."
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> "Is that deep enough to reach the underground plants?"
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> "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."
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> Looking at the Secretary of State, the President said, "Any
>other Middle East nations we should be worried about concerning
>an attack on Israel?"
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> "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."
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> "Live video coming in from the Chinese Premier, Mr.
>President, and demanding an immediate explanation, sir," the
>communications commander intoned.
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> "Ok," the President said. "Everybody compose yourself.
>Video on," the President finished.
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> 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?"
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> "You know very well what this call is about."
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> "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."
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> The man on the screen said nothing for a moment and then
>spoke. "As you wish Mr. President."
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> "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."
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> 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."
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> "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.
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