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possibly have happened at home while we were in that orbit?
"There's only one way to find out. We're going back. With or without any help
from ground control.
They disconnected the lunar Bug and strapped into their acceleration couches
in the command module, then fed data to the computer. Following its
instructions they jockeyed the Apollo into the correct altitude for firing.
Once more they orbited the airless satellite and at the correct instant the
computer triggered the engines in the attached service module. They were
heading home.
With all the negative factors taken into consideration, it was not that bad a
landing. They hit the right continent and were only a few degrees off in
latitude, though they entered the atmosphere earlier then they liked. Without
ground control of any kind it was an almost miraculously good landing.
As the capsule screamed down through the thickening air its immense velocity
was slowed and the airspeed began to indicate a reasonable figure. Far below,
the ground was visible through rents in the cloud cover.
"Late afternoon," Gino said. "It will be dark soon after we hit the ground.
"At least it will still be light for awhile. We could have been landing in
Beijing at midnight, so let's hear no complaints. Stand by to let go the
parachutes.
The capsule jumped twice as the immense chutes boomed open. They opened their
faceplates, safely back in the sea of air once more.
"Wonder what kind of reception we'll get? Dan asked, rubbing the bristle on
his big jaw.
With the sharp crack of split metal a row of holes appeared in the upper
quadrant of the capsule: air whistled in, equalizing their lower pressure.
"Look! Gino shouted, pointing at the dark shape that hurtled by outside. It
was egg-shaped and stub-winged, black against the afternoon sun. Then it
twisted over in a climbing turn and for a long moment its silver skin was
visible to them as it arched over and came diving down. Back it came, growing
instantly larger, red flames twinkling in its wing roots.
Grey haze cut off the sunlight as they fell into a cloud. Both men looked at
each other: neither wanted to speak first.
"A jet," Gino finally said. "I never saw that type before.
"Neither did I, but there was something familiar . . . Look, you saw the wings
didn't you? You saw... ?
"If you mean did I see black crosses on the wings, yes I did, but I'm not
going to admit it! Or I wouldn't if it wasn't for those new air-conditioning
outlets that have just been punched in our hull. Do you have any idea what all
this means?
"None. But I don't think we'll be too long finding out. Get ready for the
landing, just two thousand feet to go.
The jet did not appear. They tightened their safety harness and braced
themselves for the impact. It was a bumping crash and the capsule tilted up on
its side, jarring them with vibration.
"Parachute jettisons," Dan Coye ordered. "We're being dragged.
Gino had hit the triggers even as Dan spoke. The lurching stopped and the
capsule slowly righted itself.
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"Fresh air," Dan said and blew the charges on the port. It sprang away and
thudded to the ground. As they disconnected the multiple wires and clasps of
their suits hot, dry air poured in through the opening, bringing with it the
dusty odor of the desert.
Dan raised his head and sniffed. "Smells like home. Let's get out of this tin
box.
Colonel Danton Coye went first as befitted the commander of the First American
Earth-Moon Expedition. Major Gino Lombardi followed. They stood side by side
silently, with the late afternoon sun glinting on their silver suits. Around
them, to the limits of vision, stretched the thin tangle of grayish desert
shrub, mesquite, cactus. Nothing broke the silence nor was there any motion
other than that caused by the breeze that was carrying away the cloud of dust
stirred up by their landing.
"Smells good, smells like Texas," Dan said, sniffing.
"Smells awful, just makes me thirsty. But . . . Dan . . . what happened? First
we had the radio contact, then that jet . . . .
"Look, our answer is coming from over there," the big officer said, pointing
at a moving column of dust rolling in from the horizon. "No point in guessing,
because we are going to find out in five minutes.
It was less than that. A large, sand-colored half-track roared up, followed by
two armored cars. They braked to a halt in the immense cloud of their own
dust. The half-track's door slammed open and a goggled man climbed down,
brushing dirt from his tight black uniform.
"Hande hoch! he ordered waving their attention to the leveled guns on the
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possibly have happened at home while we were in that orbit?
"There's only one way to find out. We're going back. With or without any help
from ground control.
They disconnected the lunar Bug and strapped into their acceleration couches
in the command module, then fed data to the computer. Following its
instructions they jockeyed the Apollo into the correct altitude for firing.
Once more they orbited the airless satellite and at the correct instant the
computer triggered the engines in the attached service module. They were
heading home.
With all the negative factors taken into consideration, it was not that bad a
landing. They hit the right continent and were only a few degrees off in
latitude, though they entered the atmosphere earlier then they liked. Without
ground control of any kind it was an almost miraculously good landing.
As the capsule screamed down through the thickening air its immense velocity
was slowed and the airspeed began to indicate a reasonable figure. Far below,
the ground was visible through rents in the cloud cover.
"Late afternoon," Gino said. "It will be dark soon after we hit the ground.
"At least it will still be light for awhile. We could have been landing in
Beijing at midnight, so let's hear no complaints. Stand by to let go the
parachutes.
The capsule jumped twice as the immense chutes boomed open. They opened their
faceplates, safely back in the sea of air once more.
"Wonder what kind of reception we'll get? Dan asked, rubbing the bristle on
his big jaw.
With the sharp crack of split metal a row of holes appeared in the upper
quadrant of the capsule: air whistled in, equalizing their lower pressure.
"Look! Gino shouted, pointing at the dark shape that hurtled by outside. It
was egg-shaped and stub-winged, black against the afternoon sun. Then it
twisted over in a climbing turn and for a long moment its silver skin was
visible to them as it arched over and came diving down. Back it came, growing
instantly larger, red flames twinkling in its wing roots.
Grey haze cut off the sunlight as they fell into a cloud. Both men looked at
each other: neither wanted to speak first.
"A jet," Gino finally said. "I never saw that type before.
"Neither did I, but there was something familiar . . . Look, you saw the wings
didn't you? You saw... ?
"If you mean did I see black crosses on the wings, yes I did, but I'm not
going to admit it! Or I wouldn't if it wasn't for those new air-conditioning
outlets that have just been punched in our hull. Do you have any idea what all
this means?
"None. But I don't think we'll be too long finding out. Get ready for the
landing, just two thousand feet to go.
The jet did not appear. They tightened their safety harness and braced
themselves for the impact. It was a bumping crash and the capsule tilted up on
its side, jarring them with vibration.
"Parachute jettisons," Dan Coye ordered. "We're being dragged.
Gino had hit the triggers even as Dan spoke. The lurching stopped and the
capsule slowly righted itself.
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"Fresh air," Dan said and blew the charges on the port. It sprang away and
thudded to the ground. As they disconnected the multiple wires and clasps of
their suits hot, dry air poured in through the opening, bringing with it the
dusty odor of the desert.
Dan raised his head and sniffed. "Smells like home. Let's get out of this tin
box.
Colonel Danton Coye went first as befitted the commander of the First American
Earth-Moon Expedition. Major Gino Lombardi followed. They stood side by side
silently, with the late afternoon sun glinting on their silver suits. Around
them, to the limits of vision, stretched the thin tangle of grayish desert
shrub, mesquite, cactus. Nothing broke the silence nor was there any motion
other than that caused by the breeze that was carrying away the cloud of dust
stirred up by their landing.
"Smells good, smells like Texas," Dan said, sniffing.
"Smells awful, just makes me thirsty. But . . . Dan . . . what happened? First
we had the radio contact, then that jet . . . .
"Look, our answer is coming from over there," the big officer said, pointing
at a moving column of dust rolling in from the horizon. "No point in guessing,
because we are going to find out in five minutes.
It was less than that. A large, sand-colored half-track roared up, followed by
two armored cars. They braked to a halt in the immense cloud of their own
dust. The half-track's door slammed open and a goggled man climbed down,
brushing dirt from his tight black uniform.
"Hande hoch! he ordered waving their attention to the leveled guns on the
armored cars. "Hands up and keep them that way. You are my prisoners. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]