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“There should be a launch in about twenty minutes,” Williams said.

“Nitro, this is nuts, sitting out in the middle of the damned desert, watching a launch that’s so routine it’s like watching a dishwasher.” He chomped into his sandwich and thought that the cook could have been more generous with the spices used in the meatballs.

Hot Country, like the Borneo base, provided launch and recovery services for the HoneyBee resupply rockets. The launch complex, located west of the main base, was linked to it by a twin set of railroad tracks. Behind them in the gigantic hangars were specially fitted C-130 Hercules aircraft utilized as the recovery vehicles for the rockets. The C-130 made its first attempt to capture a HoneyBee descending by parachute at about thirty thousand feet. That way, if it missed, the aircraft would have time for a couple more passes. A loop of cable trailing from the aircraft snared the parachute shrouds, then the rocket was winched aboard, sliding into a rollered cradle in the plane’s cargo bay. When the Hercules missed its prey, which happened infrequently, and the HoneyBee splashed down in the sea or crunched down in the desert, the Chinook helicopters were used to recover the hulk.

The HoneyBee vehicle was forty-six feet long and nine feet in diameter, segmented into four compartments: nose cone, which contained the electronics; payload bay; fuel compartment; and propulsion system. For launch, there was an additional, non-recoverable booster engine that was jettisoned at three hundred thousand feet. The reentry shroud over the nose cone, cast in ceramic, was good for six or seven return trips into the atmosphere and was then replaced.

In a typical mission profile, supplies stored in Hangar Four were packed into the cargo modules. At the back of Hangar Three, a recovered rocket was examined and refurbished, then moved to Hangar Two for final calibration, fueling with the solid-fuel pellets, and insertion of a cargo module. The HoneyBee was then moved to one of the three launch pads on a small railroad flat car.

Upon launch, a HoneyBee generally achieved rendezvous with Themis in about three hours. In ten years, only four HoneyBees had been destroyed during launch, and nine had malfunctioned in space. Six of them had disintegrated upon reentry.

Many of the HoneyBees returned to Earth with cargo aboard. Pharmaceutical formulas and electronic components assembled in the zero gravity and nearly pure vacuum of space were making new inroads on technological frontiers. The Air Force’s contract clients performed biological experiments and shot fantastically clear telescopic photographs. The fees charged by the Air Force for these services were extremely high, as were the first-class tickets aboard a Mako for biologists, chemists, engineers and other scientists who wanted short stints of duty aboard Themis.

Dimatta and Williams had spent quite a few months transporting snotty passengers in a Mako before McKenna recruited them for the hot aerospace fighter. Neither wanted to go back to the mundane duties of a shuttle crew.

“What do you think,” Williams asked cautiously.

“What do I think of what?”

“The new bird, asshole!”

They had taken Delta Orange on its first hop in the afternoon, a round trip that lasted less than ten minutes. The objective was only to test takeoff and landing profiles and instrumentation. Dimatta had not exceeded five hundred knots.

“It’s all right,” he said. “They’re all a little different, and I haven’t quite found the controller touch I want.”

“Yeah. I wonder how they’re doing?”

“Who’s doing?”

“The search. Maybe we should call Snake Eyes.”

“I bet he’ll let us know if there’s any progress,” Dimatta said.

“I wish we weren’t sitting around here.”

“Soon as we get Orange straightened out, we’ll be back in the fray.”

“I find the son of a bitch who took her, I’m going to take him apart one organ at a time,” Williams vowed.

“Not without my help.”

Williams nodded morosely and forked a chunk of lettuce into his mouth. He chewed slowly and thoroughly.