Sound of Terror Part 1
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Sound of Terror.
by Don Berry.
The day was still no more than a ragged streak of red in the east; the pre-dawn air was sharply cold, making Johnny Youngbear's face feel slightly brittle as he dressed quietly in the gray bedroom.
He sat down on the bed, pulling on his boots, and felt his wife stir sleepily beneath the covers. Suddenly she stiffened, sat upright in the bed, startled into wakefulness. Johnny put one dark, bony hand on her white shoulder, gently, rea.s.suring. After a moment, finding herself, she turned away and lit a cigarette. Johnny finished pulling on his boots and stood, his hawk-like face unreadable in the cold gray light streaming through the huge picture window.
"Johnny?" said his wife hesitantly.
He murmured an acknowledgement, watching the bright flare of color as she drew on the cigarette. Her soft, dark hair was coiled loosely around her shoulders, very black against the pale skin. Her eyes were invisible in shadow, and Johnny could not read their expression. He turned away, knowing she was watching him.
"Be careful," she said simply.
"Try," he said. Then he shrugged. "Not my day, anyway."
"I know," she said. "But--be careful."
He left the house and walked out into the chill desert dawn. He turned his face to the brightness in the east, trying to catch a little warmth, but could not.
He warmed up the jeep, listening to the engine grumble protest until it settled to a flat, banging roar. He swerved out of the driveway with a screaming of tires. Reaching the long ribbon of concrete that led out into the desert, he settled down hard on the accelerator, indifferent to the whining complaint of the jeep's motor.
It was eight miles from his sprawling house to the Mesa Dry Lake launching site, due east, into the sun. He pulled to the top of Six Mile Hill and stopped in the middle of the highway. Two miles ahead was Launching Base I, throwing long, sharp shadows at him in the rosy dawn light. A cl.u.s.ter of squat, gray blockhouses; a long runway tapering into the distance with an Air Force B-52 motionless at the near end; that was all.
Except the s.h.i.+p.
The s.h.i.+p towered high, dominating the desert like a pinnacle of bright silver. Even silhouetted against the eastern sky, it sparkled and glistened. Impa.s.sive it stood, graceful, seeming to strain into the sky, anxious to be off and gone. The loading gantry was a dark, spidery framework beside The s.h.i.+p, leaning against it, drawing strength from its sleek beauty.
Johnny watched it in silence for a moment, then turned his eyes up, to the sky. Somewhere up there a tiny satellite spun wildly about the earth, a little silver ball in some celestial roulette wheel. Gradually it would spiral closer and closer, caught by the planet's implacable grasp, until it flared brightly like a cigarette in the heavens before dissolving into drops of molten metal.
But it would have served its purpose. In its short life it would have given Man knowledge; knowledge of s.p.a.ce, knowledge enough that he could go himself, knowing what he would find in the emptiness between the earth and the moon. Or knowing nearly.
_What's it like out there?_
The satellite answered partly; the s.h.i.+p would answer more.
Johnny slammed the jeep into gear, hurtled down the other side of Six Mile Hill. Through his mind ran the insistent repet.i.tion of an old song he knew, and he hummed it tunelessly through closed teeth.
_I had a true wife but I left her ... oh, oh, oh._
The jeep skidded to a halt beside Control. Mitch Campbell's green station wagon was already there, creaking and settling as the motor cooled.
Control was full of people; Air Force bra.s.s, technicians, observers, enlisted men of indiscernible purpose. The room hummed with the muted buzz of low, serious conversation.
Mitch Campbell sat in one corner, apparently forgotten in the confusion.
He had nothing to do. Not yet. He was already in flight dress, holding the ma.s.sive helmet in his hands morosely, turning it over and over, staring at it as though he thought he might find his head inside if he looked carefully enough.
"Morning, Colonel," said Johnny, forcing his voice to be casual and cheerful. "You're up early this morning."
"Morning, Colonel, yourself," said Mitch, looking up.
"Big date today?"
"Well--yeah, you might say so," Mitch said, smiling faintly and with obvious effort. "Thought I might go once around lightly," he said, hooking his thumb upwards. Upwards through the concrete ceiling, into the air, through the air, up where there was no air for a man to breathe. Once around lightly.
Around the world. Lightly.
"Tell you what, Mitch."
"O.K., tell me what," he said.
"You like the movies?" Johnny asked. "You like to get a little adventure in your soul? You like a little vicarious thrill now and then?"
"Yeah, I like that."
"Tell you what. We'll go. No, don't thank me. We'll go. Tonight. Eight o'clock, you come by."
"Wives and everybody?" Mitch asked.
"Why not?" Johnny said. "They're cooped up in the house all day."
They both knew the wives would be in Control in an hour, listening to the radio chatter, waiting, eyes wide, shoulders stiff and tight.
"Fine," said Mitch. "Fine."
A crew-chief came up and touched Johnny's shoulder. "Colonel Youngbear,"
he said, "Observation is going up."
Johnny stood and looked out the tiny window at the red-painted B-52.
"See you tonight, Mitch. Eight o'clock? Don't forget. Westerns."
"See you," said Mitch. He looked back down at the helmet and was turning it over and over again when Johnny left.
The Observation B-52 climbed, screaming.
Johnny lit a cigarette and watched out the port at the contrails rolling straight and white behind the jets.
He sat by the radioman, a Sergeant, ignoring the rest of the officers in the converted bomb-bay.
"Hope he makes it, Colonel," said the Sergeant.
"He'll make it," Johnny said flatly, irritated. Relenting, he added in a gentler tone, "The pilot section breaks away. If he gets in serious trouble, he can dump it and ride the nose down. Like a bird. He'll make it."
There was a raucous buzz, and a squawk box said: "On my mark it will be Zero minus four minutes ... mark!" The voice of Control, 35,000 feet below.
Sound of Terror Part 1
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