John J. Nance
UNITED PRESS INTERNATIONAL
In the wake of wasteland typhoon, a defecting Iraqi scientist has printed Saddam Hussein's scary plans for a devastating counterstrike opposed to his enemies...and the area. without time to spare, American forces needs to remobilize to find and neutralize the underground laboratory the place a deadly super-virus is able to be unleashed. yet an eleventh-hour catastrophe thrusts the whole project into the fingers of Air strength comrades-in-arms Colonel Will Westerman and Reserve Colonel-turned-commercial pilot Doug Harris. Flying into the center of Iraqi strength, they have to depend upon their skills--and every one other--as by no means ahead of, to accomplish a project that appears a growing number of like a suicide run...
From the Paperback edition.
SOLL-trained, and you’ve totally briefed me in this project already as we have been flying to Riyadh, take into account? the opposite engineers are neither SOLL-trained nor up to the mark on what this can be all approximately, sir.” He jerked a thumb towards the lighted cockpit. “Bill …” “Please, sir. What if anything is going flawed? I’m expert to shoot and get away and stay clear of. You’ve received engineers up there who aren’t. and also you and I’ve flown jointly before.” Will sighed and checked out his toes as Doug hustled.
They won’t.” One thing’s definite, Will concept to himself. i used to be too rattling cocksure i'll pull this off! Farouk Hammedi seemed up as his manager again. “We have knowledgeable Atheni, and they'll violate MAC Alpha two-eight-four for getting into off course.” Hammedi pointed to the radar exhibit. “When this Balair flight handed the MAC flight, for approximately a minute, if I didn’t understand greater, I’d say somebody was once following Balair. there has been a go back simply at the back of him. Then it stopped. i like to recommend we.
realization. get up! get up! this is often ridiculous! He was once appreciative of the clouds. If the solar have been out, it's going to were worse. He knew that good from adventure. All his existence, each time he was once drained, sunshine have been as impossible to resist to him as a hot, fuzzy blanket to an exhausted baby—an fast narcotic. however the grey, never-ending overcast had held the solar at bay as he raced eastward, urgent the fuel pedal as demanding as he dared whereas hoping that by some means he may meet up with Mahmed.
Sleep.” “Don’t you will want out?” Will had acknowledged ultimately, nearly exasperated with the “No, please, when you” debate. “Yes,” she acknowledged quietly. “But it is a Hobson’s selection. i need either one of you out, too.” Will had checked out her for numerous seconds sooner than he discovered why the mirrored mild of early morning used to be glistening within the corners of her eyes. He nodded at Doug as Sandra appeared down, his correct hand discovering her left shoulder. “I’ve received to make a command determination, Sandra. that call is, you.
All mendacity on their stomachs, in part burrowed into the sand and hiding, Will to Doug’s left, the 2 Iraqi defectors on Will’s left. because the day wore to an in depth, the angled sunbeams started highlighting positive aspects within the sand they hadn’t spotted earlier than. just like the others, Doug was once mendacity together with his chin resting on his crossed arms. For a number of mins he’d been learning small bumps within the sand an inch or so aside and mendacity without delay in entrance of his face. “Will?” Doug’s voice was once low and.