Breakwire, Terry Wilson [most interesting books to read txt] 📗
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up by something invisible at her side. With the sound of a small poof, the shirt relaxes, and Sandy pulls it down around herself, looking a little sheepish.
The red-haired reporter blurts, "Mrs. Shinra, Edwards Air Force Base is tracking your husband's ship. The controllers are saying it's coming down into the atmosphere." With tears, she squeaks, "You're right, he's alive. How did you know?"
As Sandy marches back to the visitor gallery overlooking the control room, the reporter can tell that the matter of how she knew is not one she's willing to discuss with anyone. She must understand very well how her instincts work, unlike the rest of us, and for whatever reason, treats that understanding as a military-grade secret.
She arrives in visitor gallery just in time to hear her husband's voice. <Malton or MILA, this is Sprint One on UHF, can anyone hear me, over?>
Lucy frantically tries reporting the weather, but Thomas interrupts her.
<Malton, Sprint One, UHF comm check, over,> Thomas says on the radio. It's obvious that he can't hear Lucy at all. By now the ship is gliding underneath its parachute, a big version of one of the rectangular ones used by skydivers. It actually looks more like a paraglider, since it lacks the square slider of a skydiver's parachute. She is in a gentle bank at the moment, not seeming to mind the broken nose. The graceful device was purchased from a cancelled program called the "X-38 ACRV", something Sandy never bothered to look up.
<Malton, Sprint on final approach, over,> Thomas says as he straightens his slowly gliding craft, which hangs horizontally, right side up under its parachute, not quite into the wind as it floats towards the square landing pond. Lucy is quiet now, seeing no point in trying to respond. As it glides over the pond, it's reflection appears, distorted in the gentle waves. The craft hits the water, producing a dramatic little splash. The parachute rotates over its left side. Recovery crews run to the pond, and start pulling the craft by its suspension lines to the shore. <Malton, Sprint in the water. Transmitting on UHF, I hope you're hearing this, 'cus I can't hear a thing, over.> Imprint
The red-haired reporter blurts, "Mrs. Shinra, Edwards Air Force Base is tracking your husband's ship. The controllers are saying it's coming down into the atmosphere." With tears, she squeaks, "You're right, he's alive. How did you know?"
As Sandy marches back to the visitor gallery overlooking the control room, the reporter can tell that the matter of how she knew is not one she's willing to discuss with anyone. She must understand very well how her instincts work, unlike the rest of us, and for whatever reason, treats that understanding as a military-grade secret.
She arrives in visitor gallery just in time to hear her husband's voice. <Malton or MILA, this is Sprint One on UHF, can anyone hear me, over?>
Lucy frantically tries reporting the weather, but Thomas interrupts her.
<Malton, Sprint One, UHF comm check, over,> Thomas says on the radio. It's obvious that he can't hear Lucy at all. By now the ship is gliding underneath its parachute, a big version of one of the rectangular ones used by skydivers. It actually looks more like a paraglider, since it lacks the square slider of a skydiver's parachute. She is in a gentle bank at the moment, not seeming to mind the broken nose. The graceful device was purchased from a cancelled program called the "X-38 ACRV", something Sandy never bothered to look up.
<Malton, Sprint on final approach, over,> Thomas says as he straightens his slowly gliding craft, which hangs horizontally, right side up under its parachute, not quite into the wind as it floats towards the square landing pond. Lucy is quiet now, seeing no point in trying to respond. As it glides over the pond, it's reflection appears, distorted in the gentle waves. The craft hits the water, producing a dramatic little splash. The parachute rotates over its left side. Recovery crews run to the pond, and start pulling the craft by its suspension lines to the shore. <Malton, Sprint in the water. Transmitting on UHF, I hope you're hearing this, 'cus I can't hear a thing, over.> Imprint
Publication Date: 11-12-2009
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