Chapter22

#Chapter22

/"We are under attack…God help us…this thing is not natural…send hel…/"

The message thunders out across the control tower and is then cut short…nothing but the crackle of static fills the air. The two military controllers sit in stunned silence…unable to comprehend what they have just heard…both aware that their President is on board.

Reaching under the desk the senior hits the panic button…the blast from the siren ringing out across the deserted airfield…figures of men scurry from the tin huts towards the two Puma helicopters on the dusty apron…the whine of turbine engines, the smell of fuel burning the nostrils…the spinning rotors sending the bone dry earth skywards…the urgent voice of the lead pilot asking for instruction.

With a quiver in his voice the senior controller keys the mike…mouth dry…swallows hard./"