Work in Progress (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1433593-Work-in-Progress &#34What the devil is this stuff?&#34 Dr. Jameson said as he backed away from the gas chromatograph in his laboratory on Vesna. He walked over to the laser quantometer and picked up several sheets of analysis. &#34This totally defies analysis. Atomic weight is wrong. Specific gravity is wrong. Properties are wrong. It's magnetic, but it reall...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 15:16:12 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588412 The return was uneventful. Mikhail pulled out all of the stops without exceeding light speed and they were back at the Air Force Base within the hour. &#34I want the rest of you pilots,&#34 Admiral Teramore addressed the men assembled on the control deck, &#34to pull your planes out of their bays and stand ready with them nose forward to the runway and...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 15:10:27 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588407 &#34What's the situation?&#34 Mike asked as he entered the command deck. &#34We began to receive RF transmissions a few minutes ago. Galactica analyzed the signals and believes they're coming from the aliens. He says it's a digital video signal.&#34 &#34That would make sense since they don't speak.&#34 &#34That's what Oksana said...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 15:05:10 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588406 John hung around Nellis because Oksana was required to supervise the installation of the engines and electronics on the two new MiGs that Mike acquired. His work with the Hopi Nation on Second Mesa in Arizona could be on hold indefinitely. There was a knock on Mike's door. &#34Come in.&#34 &#34Sir, sergeant Kowalski reporting as ordered, sir!&#34...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 15:01:05 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588404 The entire Earth Defense Squadron as well as all of the airmen from Nellis were on the tarmac as Vesna settled down into her space. They all snapped to attention and saluted as Mike opened the airlock door. Mike, the Admiral, and General Gerasov returned the salute before Misha called out, &#34At ease.&#34 The admiral addressed the troops, &#34This is...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 14:59:02 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588403 &#34Well, are we ready to become heroes again?&#34 Mike asked the crew with a large grin. Lana gave him a sour look, but didn't break the narrative she was delivering to Moscow. Sharon was doing the same to Atlanta. Mike could see the broadcast on one of the video monitors. There was a 4-way split screen showing the shots of the asteroid from Mi...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 14:51:07 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588402 The spread was sumptuous. Olga had prepared a goose with all of the side dishes, as well as several varieties of eggs and meats. Mikes eyes bulged. &#34You must have stayed up all night to prepare this!&#34 &#34Nyet,&#34 was Olga's reply. &#34I arose when I normally do. Much had been prepared in advance because I knew all of you would be togeth...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 14:40:22 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588400 &#34You realize that I thought covering wars and earthquakes was pretty exciting before I met you,&#34 Lana said as she and Mike entered his office. &#34Now that we're married, it's been one major disaster after another.&#34 &#34I told you your life wouldn't be boring,&#34 Mike said as he turned and took her into his arms and kissed her bef...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 14:39:14 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588398 The admiral rapped sharply twice on Mike's door. &#34Come,&#34 was the reply. As he opened the door, Admiral Teramore saw Mike sitting behind his desk. In his peripheral vision, he could also observe the rubber-tipped ends of a dozen pencils dangling from the acoustic tiles in the ceiling. &#34Been keeping you busy, I see,&#34 Teramore said with ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 14:34:37 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588396 "I don't want to do this any more!" Admiral Teramore broke out in a broad grin as Mike's voice thundered down the hallway of the Earth Defense Forces building at Nellis Air Force Base in Nevada. He walked several more steps before pushing open the door to Mike's, the director's, office without knocking. "Problem?"...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jun 2008 13:34:29 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/588392