Legacy (44 page)

“Damn it, contact Washington. I need the commercial and private corridors for Los Angeles shut down an hour early. No planes in or out.”

As his men started calling on radios, the man in charge of the L.A. field office watched the countdown of the Dark Star mission hit the sixty-minute mark. As the clock went to fifty-nine minutes he had a feeling in his gut that the evangelist had this particular CNN broadcast on for a reason, and he also suspected the Reverend was already in flight out of the state. The suspicion that he was in partnership with this Colonel McCabe was slowly being confirmed. He looked at his wristwatch and saw that it was two
P.M.
Pacific Time.

On the monitor, the view of Vandenberg Air Force Base showed the Combat Air Patrol as the group of four fighter aircraft shot over the launch pads for the final time before the launch.

“Well, at least they have the launches well covered. I don’t think anyone will mess with the Air Force on this one,” his second in command said as he safed his weapon and placed the nine-millimeter into its holster.

The lead agent looked at the man and shook his head.

“Yeah, that’s what worries me.”

“I don’t get you.”

“They had the same Combat Air Patrol over Washington last night and they still attempted to kill the president.”

The two agents were interrupted by a third who walked into the office.

“The director contacted the Pentagon. All air traffic except for military and law enforcement has been shut down from Oregon to Ensenada.”

“This goddamn thing is far too large in scope for the Reverend and this Colonel McCabe—someone is backing them, and it’s not just your regular bunch of terrorists. This has to be an organized military action.”

“Well, preliminary data on the weapons used last night say that the Stingers were definitely from the lot numbers on the manifests of the ones stolen from Raytheon. If they were backed by a government, why go to all the trouble? Why not use that government’s military equipment?”

“I don’t know, but as I said, this is too large in scope for one man, I don’t give a damn how rich he is.”

An hour later, the agent’s worries would be borne out.

VANDENBERG AIR FORCE BASE, SANTA MARIA, CALIFORNIA

In the history of space flight, the world had never seen such a sight as was on display at the spaceport at Vandenberg. Rising like the spires of ancient Egypt were four towering behemoths of the modern age. The space shuttles
Endeavour
and
Discover
y, with their liquid fuel tank and double solid rocket boosters, were waiting for their turn at the most historic event in space flight history. The two shuttles were poised to be launched into space after the Ares platforms with the crew capsule and the lunar lander. They would follow only fifteen minutes later, closely tailing the remotely controlled rides of the giant Ares. Then they would meet up at the International Space Station for the linking of the lander and the Dark Star command modules, all safely conducted from the confines of the space station.

At the second site were the Ares V and Ares I launch vehicles, both carrying the Altair Lunar Excursion Modules, designated
Thor 1
and
Achilles 1
. The two cargo-carrying vehicles held not only the landers but also the crew command modules. The total payload minus the weight of the twenty astronauts was estimated to be the largest in space exploration history. If there was to be a failure in the missions, outside of an attack, the complicated delivery would be it. The two rockets sat gleaming in the California sun as their solid rocket motors awaited the command to lift them into space.

The reasoning for launching the Ares first was simple. If one didn’t make it, the need for one of the aging shuttles to launch would be a moot point, saving the possible failure of that system and the lives of the shuttle crew and its ten male and female passengers.

The engineering of the remote aspect of the launch of the two Ares had done its job. The rendezvous with the space station would be conducted by sophisticated remote systems from the Jet Propulsion Lab in Pasadena, where the most brilliant men and women in that area of expertise had gathered to finalize the rendezvous. The space shuttles, after they had cleared the Vandenberg towers, were then placed under the command of Hugh Evans and his mission control team in Houston. Then, after the connection and linking of the command modules and Lunar Excursion Modules
Thor
and
Achilles
, Mission Control would take the twenty men and women the rest of the way to the Moon—and hopefully back again.

Operation Dark Star was minutes away from commencing with its most important aspect—the launch of the Ares I and Ares V vehicles.

JOHNSON SPACE CENTER, HOUSTON, TEXAS

Hugh Evans was sitting at his station watching his men and women far below. These were the new youngsters of the space program, the people who would have the honor of launching into space the last shuttle missions NASA would ever orbit. He glanced at the video of the platforms as they sat majestically awaiting launch at Vandenberg. The helicopter view was stunning and he couldn’t help but get goose bumps as the view showed the giant towers of all four platforms. He closed his eyes and gave a small prayer for all involved in the most ambitious program NASA or his country had ever undertaken.

“Hugh, there seems to be a debate about the loading of the liquid hydrogen for the Atlas. The engineers from Canaveral are saying it should be done earlier so they can check for leaks.”

Hugh opened his eyes and looked over at a man he had known for years as the telemetry specialist for propulsion, a position the older man had held since the time of
Apollo 11
in 1969. He had been a young man then like himself, a young buck wanting to make his mark in the engineering program at NASA. Now here they were trying to do battle with not only an aging system sitting on launch pad 3-B at the Cape but with the young engineers who didn’t like the way the older men did things. Hugh hit the communications button on his console.

“Who am I speaking to?” he asked into his headset.

“This is Jason Cummings, fueling specialist for Apollo,” the man said from Cape Canaveral.

“Jason, this is Hugh Evans. Do we have a second backup to the Ares launches besides the Apollo?”

“Uh, no sir, we don’t,” the young engineer answered, as Hugh looked over at his old friend and shook his head, wondering when people would look at the obvious before committing themselves to a course of action.

“Then if there are fuel leaks on the Apollo, could you fix them in the time frame we have before the mission would be scrubbed and the failure of Dark Star—which by the way is not an option—would have to be contemplated?”

“You know we couldn’t, sir, but for safety’s sake I suggest—”

“Listen to me very carefully. The safety standards for launches are all well and good, but this is a mission that has to come off. The president believes we have to have people up there and that means that everyone involved with Dark Star has just become expendable, are we clear on that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then we start pumping O
₂
and H
₂
into the Atlas at the appointed time, and that will be exactly thirty minutes after the Ares vehicles are airborne.” Evans started to slam his hand down on the COM switch, but then he looked over at the older engineer. He smiled. He reached out and flipped the connection off as easily as a light switch.

“Kids,” he said with a large smile. “You would think they were averse to flying by the seat of their pants or something.”

The engineer returned to his station as Hugh finally stood.

“Give me a go no go for launch of Ares I and Ares V. Ares I platform?”

“We have a go, Flight.”

They went down the list of telemetry stations until all but the shuttle’s final go no go questions had been answered. As Hugh looked at the last four command questions on the list, it was the final two that worried him far more than anything else.

“CAPCOM
Dark Star 1
?” he said, looking down at the console and concentrating on the last two questions on the well-thought-out list.

“CAPCOM,
Dark Star 1
—Go—Flight.”

“CAPCOM
Dark Star 2
—Go—Flight.”

Hugh looked around once the two grounded astronauts from the old shuttle missions called out their telemetry status and his eyes settled on the floor below, at all of the other telemetry stations and technicians that would see the missions through to the Moon. Then he asked the last question of the men who had nothing to do with the flights except for their very protection.

“
Hammer
flight, are you in position and are you a go?” he asked, closing his eyes.

“This is
Hammer
flight one actual, we are orbiting and in position—we are a go.”

On one of the large monitors there was an aerial view of four F-22 Raptors as they orbited just above Monterey, California. They were in a position to attempt an intercept of any aircraft or missile that threatened the four flights.

“
Ticonderoga
, are you mission-capable, over?” Hugh asked.

“This is USS
Ticonderoga
. We are at station and we are tracking, and we are a go for intercept,” came the reply from the most advanced Aegis missile cruiser in the world.

Hugh nodded his head, never in his life thinking they would need the military in such force for the launching of Americans into space. The world was a different place than it had been only a few weeks before.

“Vandenberg, they’re all yours,” Hugh said as he sat down. “Godspeed, Dark Star.”

KENNEDY SPACE CENTER, CAPE CANAVERAL, FLORIDA

The environmental suits had not changed much since the mid-seventies. With the exception of computer readouts, a video screen, a three-backup safety and oxygen system, and the input of a virtual reality display for mapping inside the helmet, Sarah felt like she was Buzz Aldrin.

As the twelve astronauts of the first leg of the Florida end of Dark Star prepared for their transport to pad 1-A, they all had thoughts rolling in their heads. They knew they were backups to the backups, but after what the commander of the mission had said earlier, they had all prepared as though they were the last hope of the nation in getting to the moon. The space shuttle
Atlantis
was waiting for its crew to board.

As Sarah was helped to her feet in the bulky suit, she looked over at her friends Jason and Will. She smiled as the helmet was placed on her head and she took what would be her last breath of earthbound air for the foreseeable future. She saw Ryan and Mendenhall do the same. As her eyes roamed over the rest of her crew, she settled for watching the always silent men of the 5th Special Forces Group that had been chosen from a larger group of volunteers for the hazardous mission. Unlike Mendenhall, Ryan, and herself, these men had the confident look of people who followed orders and yet were capable of quick thinking and fast reactions in difficult situations. Sarah knew they were just like Jack. She also knew that these men were going into a hostile environment that was just as deadly as any human foe they could ever face.

“Okay, people, give me a thumbs-up when you’re called,” said the ground supervisor and environmental specialist, “STS
Atlantis
Commander Johnson?”

The commander pointed his thumb in the air.

“STS pilot Walker?”

Sarah watched each man as they went down the line.

She watched the eyes of Will and Ryan as they waited their turn. Their stiffness in their suits made Sarah love them even more as it reminded her of two small boys in oversized suit and ties awaiting their turn at their first day of school.

“Mission specialist Mendenhall?”

Will raised his right thumb into the air almost too fast, but held it steady as he smiled back at Sarah.

“Lunar lander copilot and mission specialist Ryan?” the technician called, shaking his head as Ryan held up not one but both thumbs, and Sarah could have sworn she heard the muffled words, “We’re all going to die.”

“Gentlemen and lady,” the ground specialist said. “The ground crew wishes you luck and prays you have a safe journey.”

As they waited, the circle broke up. Men from the old days of the Apollo program, people who had done the preparation of astronauts in those heady days, swarmed the group of twelve and started shaking their hands and patting them on the back of their oxygen tanks. From the look in their eyes, Sarah could see that each of them would have traded places with anyone of the crew. She felt proud to have been trained by them in their environmental classes and she was happy to have known the men of the old school.

“Crew of
Atlantis
, crew of
Dark Star 3,
man the transport, please.”

As the group lined up to leave the prep building, Sarah paused a moment and looked at Will and Ryan.