Taste Treat # 3 of Objects In View   Leave a comment

In my ongoing attempt to whet your appetite for my next published book, here’s a little tidbit of what you’ll find inside.

 

Objects in View Front CoverMike Biurrarena y Sanchez forced his fingers to release from the webbing as other soldiers began to grab their gear and file toward the back of the plane where the tail door would soon drop.

Ridiculous that flying still made him nervous. How many flights had he taken? He shouldered his pack and slung his AR-15. Warm air rushed into his face as he followed other men downward.

Men with wands waited at the bottom of the ramp. Mike didn’t recognize the equipment, but the odd clicking noises reminded him of Geiger counters. There’d been rumors in the air that something “big” was happening, but the details had been sketchy when the cell phone coverage cut out.

Nuclear? Dios mio!

The day’s heat still radiated off the tarmac while a huge tow truck pulled a passenger jumbo toward the far end of the terminal where the runway lights illuminated a string of passenger jets parked wingtip to wingtip in what was usually a no-man’s security area.

“Sanchez, Vasquez, Carlson, with me.”

Mike recognized Crispin, who was already surrounded by a dozen black-clothed men with duffels resting at their feet and various semi-auto rifles slung over their backs. Crispin had been the CO on two of his last three assignments. A competent leader, ex-Special Forces, given to ironic jokes that Mike usually didn’t get until Ric laughed. He’d have to pay closer attention without Ric to be the smart one.

“Men, thank you for getting on that plane. Do you know what is going on?”

They didn’t, really. They’d sat on the tarmac of a backwater airfield forever before they’d been given the scramble order, but no reason had been given for any of it.  The cell phone chatter had been suppressed early in the flight. Crispin sighed then stood a little straighter.

“At precisely 7 pm Eastern Standard Time, terrorists struck an as-yet-undetermined number of US cities with low-tech nuclear weapons.” He let that sink in a moment. Everyone looked stunned. “I know many of you have families and friends to be concerned about, but we have a mission to accomplish. I only know that Denver and Kansas City were hit. There are others, but the information is sketchy right now. Our job here in Wichita is to maintain order and protect the governor, who is relocating here because Topeka is considered too close to Kansas City. As soon as we can get communications channels cleared, we will let you call your families.”

Mike remembered to take a breath. A memory of Ric saying “Don’t be near any big cities on Wednesday” surfaced. How had he known?

 

Watch for the book launch October 4 or you can preorder right now.

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