âTHIRTY SECONDS TO SRB STAGING.â
Something suddenly speared through the sky in the distance, darting across the windshield like a laser-bolt effect from a movie. Schwarz tensed, but the angle was all wrong for something coming after the Arcadia.
âWhat the hell is going on?â Cole growled.
âDarkest nightâ¦â Broome gasped. âMission control, are you tracking that on radar?â
âWeâre trying. It came within twenty-five miles of your course,â Thet said on the other end. âIts trajectory is toward the Caribbean.â
âWhat is it?â Cole demanded.
Lyons closed his eyes, his jaw set firmly. âItâs the opening shot. This war has reached the hot stage.â
Near Yuma, Arizona
Sabrina Bertonni winced as she clutched her hand to the bloody gap in her side. The raiderâs bullet had merely grazed her, but her clothes were soaked through from what had only been a little nick. Other than keeping her hand clamped over the injury, she didnât move. The limp bulk of Harold Maguire slumped against her body, casting her in shadow. Maguireâs body shook violently as the raiders emptied more bullets into the group of rocket scientists who had tried to escape out the back of the laboratory.
The men were masked, clad in black from head to toe, wielding automatic weapons that made almost no sound. They moved with a similar eerie silence. Bertonniâs lucidity was hampered by blood loss and the concussion sheâd received when her head smacked a rock on the desert floor with the added momentum of Maguireâs corpse, but from the way the assault force moved, it was as if they were living excerpts from her worst nightmares. Their speed and coordination, and just how quietly they had laid waste to the Burgundy Lake Testing Facility gave her the impression of shadows come to life.
Though none of the black-clad raiders had spoken, their goal was clear to Bertonni, especially since she was one of the scientists working on brand-new, high-mobility steering thrusters for precision orbital maneuvering. Compact and fuel-efficient, they would be very important in the next generation of spacecraft replacing the aging, worn-out space shuttle. The maneuvering thrusters would make the expansion of the International Space Station easier, and provide the ability to perform round trips to the moon. Bertonni had no doubt that the thrusters could provide extra maneuverability for combat-oriented suborbital fighters and bombers, or armed satellites. The military potential couldnât be underestimated. The kind of firepower and professionalism displayed by the armed marauders lent credence to what the enemies of the United States thought of the design.
The security force was provided by the U.S. Air Force, heavily armed and trained soldiers who were responsible for protecting nuclear bomber groups. These men had trained hard against Navy SEAL Opfor units to hone their combat skills and antiinfiltration awareness.
Fat lot of good that did, Bertonni thought. In the distance she heard the blast of C-4 detonating. The ground shook under her, and Maguireâs corpse slid off her prone form. She stirred, looking around. The shadowy raiders were nowhere to be seen, but with their bombs going off, she knew that they werenât going to stick around. She fished in her pocket for her cell phone and hit Send to 9-1-1. The lighted LED screen showed she had no bars. The remote Burgundy Lake facility had been chosen for its distance from civilization and privacy, but the administrators had set up a cell tower to make things easier for the staff. Bertonni knew that the calls were monitored through that tower, the better to prevent sensitive data from being transmitted outside the testing laboratories, but right now she needed help.
The phone didnât ring. The raiders had been too efficient, probably taking out the cell tower first.
Bertonni pocketed the phone and crawled, scurrying deeper into the desert, away from the dormitory building. Sheâd gotten twenty yards when the apartment shook. She looked back to see a cloud of dust and debris swell, escaping through shattered windows and burst doors. The vomitous wave of ejecta hit her hard and knocked her off her feet. Her head swam and she stumbled on the uneven ground. She wrapped her arm around her nose and mouth, filtering out the choking dust with the cloth of her sleeve.