Adam Baker - Impact

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The world is overrun by an unimaginable horror. The few surviving humans are scattered in tiny outposts across the world, hoping for reprieve – or death. Waiting on the runway of the abandoned Las Vegas airport sits the B-52 bomber
, revving up for its last, desperate mission. On board – six crew members and one 10-kiloton nuclear payload. The target is a secret compound in the middle of the world’s most inhospitable desert. All the crew have to do is drop the bomb and head to safety. But when the
crashes, the surviving crew are stranded in the most remote corner of Death Valley. They’re alone in an alien environment, their only shelter the wreckage of their giant aircraft, with no hope of rescue. And death is creeping towards them from the place they sought to destroy – and may already reside beneath their feet in the burning desert sands.
This is the fourth of Adam Baker’s thrillers set in the post-apocalyptic world of OUTPOST, JUGGERNAUT and TERMINUS.

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Osborne:

‘Hey, Colonel.’

Trenchman unhooked his radio.

‘Go ahead.’

‘Neighbours are getting mighty restless, sir. Need that plane in the air, soon as practicable.’

‘Roger that.’

Hancock rolled the weapon platform into the hangar on silent wheels. Two sentries paced behind the electric truck.

Pinback watched as he parked the truck behind the wing, flush with the plane’s fuselage.

‘Give me a hand.’

Pinback helped Hancock unrope the tarp and pull it clear.

First sight of the weapon. AGM-129 ACM. Twenty feet long. One and a half tons. Porcelain white. Forward-sweeping fins.

Hancock released canvas retaining straps.

‘Better stand back.’

He adjusted the handset. The carriage wheels swivelled ninety degrees. The weapon truck slowly slid beneath the plane, easing to a halt beneath the open bomb bay doors.

Hancock ducked beneath the doors and looked up into the payload compartment. Frost stood on a narrow walkway looking down on him.

‘Ten kilotons.’

‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Hiroshima, give or take.’

‘You’ve done your sums, right? We won’t get blasted out the sky?’

‘We’ll be fifteen minutes clear. Close enough for a grandstand view. Thermonuclear detonation, up close and personal. Not many folk get the privilege.’

He activated brakes. Steel feet extended and anchored the weapon platform to the hangar floor.

He pressed RAISE. Hydraulic rams began to lift the massive weapon into the belly of the plane.

The flight deck.

Pinback ducked beneath overhead control panels and lowered himself into the pilot seat. He secured the five-point harness.

Interior inspection. He checked avionic presets.

‘Battery start.’

The external AC cart was disconnected and rolled clear. Thumbs up from the crew chief.

‘All yours.’

Aircraft on internal power.

Trim check. Another thumbs up from the chief. He disconnected his external headset and stepped clear.

Pinback:

‘All right. Engine start.’

Ground crew wearing heavy ear defenders fired up the start-cart. Air injected at 30 psi kicked engine pod two into life. Engines three and four boosted the other turbofans to motion.

‘Starting one, starting two…’

Throttles to Idle. Check rpms.

A shudder ran through the plane. Escalating jet roar.

Start-cart rolled clear.

Chocks removed.

Clearance to taxi.

The lower cabin.

Frost secured the floor hatch and replaced the deck cover.

She strapped herself into the radar nav chair. She secured her helmet, jacked her oxygen feed and radio. She loaded cryptographic presets, slotted a data transfer cartridge and uploaded flight data.

It would be a quiet journey. Noble, the Electronic Warfare Officer, would have little to do. There would be no air contacts, no acquisition lock from enemy radar. They would fly through empty skies. Drum his fingers until the final moments when he would confirm authorisation to deploy, call the countdown, then hit WPN REL. The missile would drop from the payload bay. Boosters would fire and the ALCM would begin its journey, skimming the dunes at Mach zero-point-five. Liberty Bell would circle at safe distance and wait for the blast.

Ten kilotons. A mix of dread and exhilaration.

Guthrie leant close, conspiratorial:

‘What do think?’ he asked, gesturing up the ladderwell to the flight deck.

‘Hancock? A true believer. A zealot and an asshole.’

Frost took gum from her mouth and glued her lucky coin to the console. She secured her oxygen mask and adjusted her harness.

Flaps lowered. Brakes released.

‘Let’s roll her out the barn.’

Pinback eased the throttles forwards.

The massive B-52 slowly rolled from the hangar out onto the floodlit chevrons of the slipway.

They followed lead-on lights to the runway. Slow taxi to the head of 19R.

The plane jinked starboard, aligned itself on the threshold, facing the nine-thousand foot strip.

Pinback secured his oxygen hose and mask. He jacked the interphone cable.

‘Trench. You copy?’

‘Ten-four.’

‘Hit the lights.’

Runway lamps, centre line and edge. Brilliant white. A wide boulevard stretching to vanishing point.

First time Pinback had seen the perimeter fence from an elevated perspective. Hundreds of infected butting the wire.

‘Jesus Christ. They can’t hold them back much longer.’

‘Not our problem,’ said Hancock. He checked output dials. ‘EPR good.’

‘Ejector seat arm.’

‘Ejector seat arm. You have the plane.’

‘Time to hit the road.’

Pinback gripped the throttle levers and eased them forwards. Airspeed indicator crept from zero.

Increasing thrust. Pressed back in their seats by acceleration. Engine rumble rising to an earthquake jet-roar.

Hancock:

‘…Twenty knots. Thirty…’

Pinback glanced down at the central alert panel. Winking red light.

‘Intermittent fuel warning on three.’

The warning light shut off.

‘Cleared,’ said Hancock.

‘I’m calling abort. We need to put her back in the hangar and check it out.’

‘Negative. You will fly the plane.’

‘I’m ranking AC.’

‘And I have tactical command. The warning has cleared. You will get this bird in the air and complete the mission.’

Heading for the end lights and stopway. Moment of decision. Pinback increased thrust.

‘…sixty, sixty five…’

Airspeed clocked seventy.

He eased back the control column.

Nose up.

Wheels left asphalt.

They took to the sky.

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Frost woke face down in sand.

Her field of vision: a gloved hand viewed through the amber tint of her visor. A Nomex gauntlet. Seams, strap cuffs, and her, alive, looking at it.

She rolled onto her shoulder.

Dunes rippled heat.

She fumbled the sweat-slicked silicone of her oxygen mask and released the latch. She pulled off her helmet and threw it aside. It rolled. The airhose snaked in the dust.

Fierce sun. Blue sky. She shielded her eyes from the glare.

‘Hey.’

Silence.

‘Yo. Anyone?’

Nothing.

She patted herself down, ran fingers through her hair and checked her scalp for blood.

Typical injuries a person could expect to sustain during the 12g-force of ejection: bust ankles, concussion, compressed spine.

She tried to sit forwards. Shock of pain.

‘Motherfuck.’

Her right leg. A sudden wave of dizziness and nausea.

She lay back, panting for breath. She was tempted to unlace her boot, slit her pant leg, probe her ankle and shin for broken bone. But if she unstrapped the injury, pain and swelling might render her immobile.

‘Hey. Anyone?’

Sudden wrench. Hauled backwards six feet. She scrabbled at the parachute harness and flipped the canopy release. Nylon billowed and pulled tangled chute cord beyond the lip of a high dune.

She shrugged off the harness.

A morphine auto-injector pen in the sleeve pocket of her flight suit. She popped the cap, stabbed the needle into her thigh and delivered a 15mg shot.

Warm bliss diffused through her veins.

Her survival vest: nylon pouches slung on a mesh yoke.

She took out a PRQ-7 CSEL radio and pulled it from a protective plastic sleeve. She extended the antenna and maxed the volume.

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