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Da
“You getting this, Doc?” he asked, sca
“I keep telling you, Captain, I’m not a doctor,” replied A
types.”
“I’m sorry, A
“What Dr. Rubeo doesn’t know about nuclear weapons would fill a very large book.”
“How are you, A
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“Cranky without my beauty rest. Please get closer to the base of the warhead,” she said, quickly becoming all business. “Scan down the body. Our first step here is to confirm that this came from a Prithvi SS-150.”
It took several minutes before the scientists were satis-fied that it was indeed a Prithvi SS-150. The Prithvi family, derived from the Russian SA-2 surface-to-air missile, were all single-stage liquid fueled missiles; they differed mostly in terms of range and payload, though the family’s accuracy had also improved as the weapons evolved. The 150 could deliver a thousand-kilogram payload 150 kilometers.
As nukes went, the egg-shaped bomb Da
The difference meant the weapon’s blast would obliterate everything within 0.569 kilometers rather than, say 0.595.
Since most people within 1.5 kilometers of either weapon would be burned or fatally radiated anyway, the difference was largely academic.
As he continued to pan the weapon, Da
“So is this thing safe to move or what?” he finally asked.
“Please, Captain,” Klondike said from Dreamland Command. “This is going to take a little while. We’ve never seen a real Indian nuke before.”
“You’re not filling me with confidence, A
“You think you’ve got it tough?” she replied. “Ray Rubeo made the coffee.”
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Aboard the Be
near the Pakistan-India border
0625
“PAKISTANIS ARE USING THEIR RADIO,” SULLIVAN TOLD
Dog.
“They’re reporting helicopters and fighters in the area.”
“No points for accuracy,” quipped Englehardt.
“Yes, but at least now we know they have a radio,” said Dog, standing behind the two pilots. “Are they getting a response?”
“Negative.”
“How are we doing down there, Da
“We have to start checking the circuits to make sure it’s dead,” Da
“You have an ETA on when you’ll be done?” Dog asked.
“Working on it, Colonel.”
Dog flipped off the mike.
“Paks may be scrambling aircraft from Faisal,” said the airborne radar operator, Sergeant Rager. “Have two contacts coming up. Distant.”
“Types?” asked Englehardt.
“Hmmmph.” Rager adjusted something on his console.
The computer identified aircraft at very long range by comparing their radar profiles with information in its library; depending on the distance, the operators used a number of other comparison tools to narrow down the possibilities.
“Old iron,” said Rager finally. “F-6. Pair of them. Bearing … looks like they’re making a beeline for the trucks.”
“Farmers, huh?” said Sullivan, since the F-6 was a Chinese version of the Russian MiG-19 Farmer, a venerable Cold War fighter.
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exported around the world. The Pakistani versions had been retrofitted with Atoll heat-seekers, and could not be taken lightly, especially by a Megafortress flying without Flighthawk escort.
Which was just fine with the Be
“Scorpions,” Englehardt told Sullivan. The long-range AMRAAM-plus missiles could knock the F-6s out of the air before they got close enough to use their heat-seekers. “I’m going to slide north.”
“Hold your course,” Dog told the pilot. “The Pakistanis are our allies. Let’s see what they’re up to before we start thinking of shooting them down.”
“Yes, sir,” said Englehardt, clearly disappointed.
Great Indian Desert
0630
THE FINAL ARMING CIRCUITRY ON THE INDIAN NUCLEAR WARhead appeared to use a two-stage process, detonating the weapon only after it had traveled for a specified period of time and passed back through a designated altitude. The altimeter had been fried by the T-Rays and crushed in the crash, rendering the warhead inert.
Probably. The weapons people at Dreamland were worried that the nanoswitches that initiated the explosion might have survived the T-wave bombardment and the crash, and could be activated by a stray current. Since they didn’t know enough about the weapon to rule that out, they decided to take further steps to disable it.
“The odds against some sort of accidental explosion are very long,” said A
“Much worse than hitting the lottery.”
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“So are the consequences,” said Da
“We’re still working on what we want to do,” she said. “In the meantime, please treat the weapon as if it were live.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” said Da
A beeping signal indicated that Dog wanted to talk to him, and switched to another cha
“Freah.”
“Da
“Unknown at this time,” he said, and explained what Klondike had told him.
“This could take a while, Colonel,” added Da
“Nor should they. Bastian out.”
An atoll off the Indian coast
Date and time unknown
ZEN KNEW THAT HIS JURY-RIGGED PUP TENT WOULDN’T BE
featured in Architectural Digest anytime soon, but it did cover both him and Brea
If he’d had the use of his legs …
The idea was poison. He pushed it away.
The best way to warm up would be to start a fire. He decided he would explore. He made three broadcasts on the emergency cha
“I’ll be back, baby,” he told her, crawling up the shallow hill behind them to survey their domain.
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Aboard the Be
near the Pakistan-India border
0632
“BROADCAST ON ALL FREQUENCIES,” DOG TOLD THE BEN-
nett’s copilot. “Let’s make sure they hear this.”
“Ready for you, Colonel.”
“Dreamland EB-52 Be
Dog waited for a response. The Pakistani planes were about 120 miles away, moving at just over 400 knots. That would bring them in range to use their air-to-air missiles in roughly fifteen minutes.