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Marzipan
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-190-2
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Genre: Suspense/Thriller/Fiction/Adventure
eBook Length: 188 Pages
Published: October 2004



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From inside the flap

Michael Cavandish’s PHD thesis about the shortcomings of stealth aircraft wins him more than just his PHD at a very young age. When an F117 stealth bomber is shot down by a third world country he is also awarded the rank of Major in the armed forces and conscripted into service to find an answer to this problem. He soon finds terrorists literally in his own back yard preparing to destroy the eastern seaboard.



Marzipan (Excerpt)


PRELUDE

Flying was his world and the world he knew and understood. Lieutenant Jorgenson might not have realized how favored he was, but flying the F-117 or his Sly in the sky meant everything to him. He knew he had an ability that shone in the Gulf War. There he had flown more sorties than the other pilots. His tally of destroyed enemy equipment, which included tanks, planes and artillery had given him what he needed. He was recognized as one of the best fighter pilots in the world.

Now there was another war and he was ready again. Flying into Yugoslavia was different. This country that had once been under the control of the Soviet Union was a country that had armaments that made it about the fifth military power. In fact, from what he had heard, it had as many weapons as Britain and more that Canada.

His Stealth bomber was a wonder. In it, he knew he was invisible and those poor people that thought they were impervious to attack from the air were soon to realize their mistake.

He had now flown 20 sorties since he was shipped across the Atlantic and into this war theater. From his flight deck on board a gigantic flat top, he and others flew into the battle zone under the cover of darkness and the unique design of an aircraft that couldn?t be detected by radar from the ground or from the air.

Everything was going according to plan. He had only a few minutes before his target would appear. The use of laser guided ’smart? bombs had certainly increased the rate of success.

He?d be happy to hit the sack. Maybe he had been pushing the envelope too much lately.

Tenor Jorgenson looked outside and into the surrounding darkness. He liked the darkness; it made him feel secure.

In a blink of an eye, his plane was enveloped in a blaze of red and orange flames, and the sound of his plane disintegrating around him would remain in his mind forever. His instruments had given him no warning. All the highly sophisticated equipment had failed to detect an incoming missile.

He didn?t remember ejecting, but maybe it was his 15 years of training that allowed him to do that as the flames scorned and reached to drag him into their embrace.

He didn?t remember pulling the rip-cord, but a jerk pulled him up into the sky was proof that he had. Down below and about a mile to his left a small fire was blazing. That blaze was the telltale sign of his plane’s embrace with mother earth. He was now floating down into enemy territory. He didn?t see the land until he hit. The landing was jarring. This time his luck had failed as he felt the bones in his right ankle crack. The searing pain raced up his thigh and exploded in his brain.

He woke and felt as if someone was practicing on his foot with a pneumatic street drill. It was the pain that saved him. It forced him awake and despite the tears in his eyes, he forced himself to gather up his parachute and bury it. Each movement caused him agony. His knife allowed him to cut the peat away and slowly his parachute was given its own form of burial. Then he crawled into a thicket and passed out.

That episode was now several weeks behind him and the cast on his leg would come off in maybe another month. He was fortunate to be alive. It was no thanks to the Serbian military that swept through the bush looking for him. Maybe fate had felt sorry for him because he had evaded the enemy’s pursuit for three days before he was airlifted out.

He had become the first victim of a new threat. The threat was so severe that the military brass wanted to call off the air campaign. The Stealth was invisible! Wasn?t that what all the scientists in NATO had said! The F-117 was the highest form of military sophistication and state of the art in fighter aircraft in the world. He knew the price of each was in the realm of one billion dollars, so losing one and maybe many more was a disaster that was making everyone tremble in its significance.

He could hardly believe what the General had said. Somehow the Serb or the Yugoslavians had found a way to detect the Stealth and make it as vulnerable as a bi-plane in the first world war.

He was not ready to go back into the air, or so said the quack medical officer. He had been assigned to work with a general that was responsible for finding out the truth about what had happened to him last month.

He remembered the first time he met Major Cavandish. He didn?t look like military officer. He looked out of place. But he soon found out that even though he couldn?t tell a brigadier from a sergeant major, he had a gift that was dearly needed. That gift was a specialize knowledge of radar. He was going to be like Moses and lead them to the Promised Land.