the way is more poisonous than a rattlesnake—or at least as poisonous. Though it is kind of like comparing apples and oranges since they carry different types of toxins. I digress. Anyway,' I continued, 'I would guess that we're in south Alabama, Georgia, or northern Florida. I'm not quite sure why we missed our mark so far. Probably a miscalculation of the frame dragging effect or something. Maybe somebody is fiddling with the laws of physics and not telling us.' I laughed at the thought of that. Then I remembered that Tabitha's parents lived in Florida and began to wonder just how much damage our return home had caused, would cause. I hoped that the tornadoes had blown themselves out before they reached population centers. I started to bring it up but Tabitha had enough on her mind with the physical pain and all—not to mention the mental pain of losing several of her long time friends in the Shuttle explosion. We didn't dare think about that.
'We better get back to moving,' Tabitha nudged me away from the little snake.
'G'day mate.' I said, tossed the stick away, and we began running again.
We ran quietly for the next four or five minutes. I let Tabitha set the pace. She must have been feeling better because we were cranking out probably seven-and-a-half-minute miles. The terrain was rather flat. It was easy running except that we had no shoes and were both wearing Spandex long johns. The sandy roadbed became slightly more compacted and there were fresh tire tracks on it.
'Tire tracks,' I said.
'That means people might live close by. Anson we are going to be responsible for killing them.' Tabitha seemed to up the pace but maybe it was my imagination.
'I know. Maybe we can get somewhere in time to warn people or to go back and stop the explosion. We still have at least twenty-five minutes, maybe thirty or more.'
'Listen!' Tabitha said. 'I hear a vehicle! It sounds like it's coming from around the curve ahead.'
'You're right! I hear it too!' We pushed a little harder hoping to catch whoever was ahead of us. We turned the curve and three other roads joined into a slightly larger one. The noise was a HUMV about thirty yards ahead of us on the main southbound road. As we approached it became clear that the HUMV was stopped at the gate of a fence. The fence was about eight feet tall with barbed wire at the top. At the edge of the road was a guard shack and a sign that told us that we were at one of the gates to Eglin Airforce Base. We were in Florida.
CHAPTER 12
Anson, let me do the talking,' Tabitha warned as we approached the guard shack. I nodded to her.
'You got it, Colonel!'
The guard looked to be between twenty and twenty and a half somewhere. That is, if he was a day over eighteen. Tabitha postured herself with her best voice of command that she had learned in officer's school. Looking back on the scene, I realize that we must have been quite a sight to see. Both of us were sweaty, wet, muddy, and in our white Spandex long johns—but none of that fazed Tabitha a bit.
'Airman! I am Colonel Tabitha Ames and this is Dr. Anson Clemons.' Tabitha showed off our astronaut wings and her dog tags. 'We are survivors of a Shuttle crash and it
The airman must have recognized her. He snapped to and saluted her. Tabitha returned the salute. 'It is an honor to meet you, Colonel ma'am. I've been a long-time fan of yours. I always wanted to be an astronaut. That is why I am in the Air Force so I can pay my way through school and—'
'That's great soldier and I would love to hear it some other time, but we're in an extreme hurry. Where is your C.O.?'
'Well Colonel, other than that truck that just came through I've been the only person on this side of the base all day. We'll have to use the radio. Follow me.' He led us to the small truck parked behind the guard shack. He made a call to his superiors and handed Tabitha the radio.
'Who am I speaking with?' Tabitha asked.
'This is Sergeant James of base military police—who is this?'
'Sergeant, my name is Colonel Tabitha Ames. It is very important that you listen to me carefully. I and one other occupant of the Space Shuttle are the only survivors of a crash that took place about three miles from this gate. There are security-sensitive elements in the crash site. More importantly, one of the classified components at the crash site has gone critical. That device will, I repeat, will explode in about twenty minutes or so unless we return and stop it. The explosion will have a total destruct radius larger than the atomic explosion at Hiroshima. Do you understand?'
There was a pause on the other end of the radio for a moment. The airman looked at me as though what Tabitha had just said scared him out of his mind. It well should have. I was scared shitless!
'Uh, ma'am is this for real? Jason is this some sort of gag?'
'Sergeant, I assure you that this is no gag. If we don't take action right now, there will be serious consequences!' She pretty much screamed that last bit at the microphone.
The airman took the microphone from Tabitha.
'Excuse me, Colonel,' he said. 'Sergeant, this is Airman Jason. This is real, Sarge! It really is Colonel Ames—I recognize her from television. Her and this other fellow just walked up out of the woods still in their astronaut gear. They both look like they've had a really bad day.'
'All right, Jason. Put the colonel back on.' Airman Jason handed Tabitha the mic.
'What do you need, Colonel?'
'First you need to start a civil defense evacuation of the area. A ten-mile radius from here at least. Do that now. Second, get us a helicopter or something that can land in a tight spot here five seconds ago. Also, hold a second . . .' She turned to me. 'What do we need Anson?'
'Uh, a set of jumper cables and about five car batteries. How about some clothes and shoes. I wear a size ten
