Flight of Black Angel Page #7

CLEVER. FORTUNATELY,

IT'S A COMPARATIVELY

SMALL ONE...

50 KILOTONS OR SO.

THERE REALLY ISN' ANYTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.

HOW'S THAT?

IT CAN'T GO OFF.

LOOK.

THERE'S A CONVENTIONAL

EXPLOSIVE UP FRONT,

RADIOACTIVE FISSIONABLE

MATERIAL TOWARD THE OUTSIDE

AND THE PLUTONIUM CORE.

NOW ON A DEVICE:

OF THIS TYPE,

THERE ARE 8 FAIL-SAFE

ARMING MECHANISMS.

THEY'RE DESIGNED

TO PREVENT UNAUTHORIZED

DETONATION.

THE ONLY WAY:

TO TRIGGER THE WEAPON

IS TO ENTER:

THE PROPER ARMING CODES,

AND I CAN ASSURE YOU,

YOUR MAN DOES NO HAVE ACCESS TO

THE ARMING CODES.

WHAT IF HE:

DISMANTLES THE BOMB?

COULDN' HE RECONFIGURE

THE DETONATOR:

AND DEFEA THE FAIL-SAFES?

MAYBE.

BUT THEN THE EXPLOSION

WOULD BE REDUCED

TO A FISSION BLAST,

AN A-BOMB.

LIKE HIROSHIMA.

UH, ABOUT THAT SIZE.

BUT HE'D ALSO

DESTROY THE FUSE.

THE CONVENTIONAL BLAS CAN'T BE TRIGGERED

ONCE THE FAIL-SAFES

HAVE BEEN TAMPERED WITH.

IT'S A MOOT POINT.

OPENING THE BOMB

IS SUICIDE.

IF HE BREACHES:

THE CONTAINMENT VESSEL,

HE'LL BE EXPOSED

TO MASSIVE DOSES

OF PLUTONIUM GAS.

RADIATION SICKNESS.

HOW LONG WOULD IT TAKE

TO KILL HIM?

DEPENDS UPON DURATION

AND PROXIMITY.

HE'D SUFFER

INTERNAL HEMORRHAGING,

MASSIVE TISSUE DAMAGE.

MY GUESS,

36 TO 48 HOURS.

WELL, THAT'S

PLENTY OF TIME.

BESIDES,

GORDON ISN' AFRAID OF DYING.

WELL, HE'S JUS A PILOT, RIGHT?

HOW LIKELY IS HE

TO HAVE THIS KIND OF

TECHNICAL EXPERTISE?

VERY GODDAMN LIKELY.

YOU'RE

UNDERESTIMATING HIM.

DON'T YOU

UNDERSTAND?

THE SON OF A B*TCH

IS ON A MISSION.

WHAT? BLACKMAIL?

NO, IT'S NOTHING

SANE LIKE THAT.

THIS ISN'T RATIONAL.

HE'S NOT GONNA

GIVE US A LIS OF DEMANDS.

IN THE AIR...

I HEARD HIM PRAYING.

STUFF:

FROM THE BIBLE.

I THINK HE'S DECIDED

HE'S SOME KIND OF

AVENGING ANGEL.

GOD HELP US.

[GAS ESCAPES]

UNH.

NO. NO.

IT'S OK.

NO, IT'S NOT.

UH, PLEASE...SIR.

THE WIRES,

THEY'RE CUTTING HIM.

CUT HIM LOOSE.

YOU CAN GO TO THE VAN

IF YOU WANT.

YOU CAN SLEEP THERE.

LEAVE THE BABY.

OH, NO. PLEASE.

I--I CAN'T.

SUIT YOURSELF.

[GAS ESCAPES]

[ELECTRONIC HUMMING]

BEDFORD CONTROL,

THIS IS ASPEN-1

NO SIGN OF TARGET ANGEL.

REQUEST UPDATE, OVER.

NEGATIVE, ASPEN-1.

NO SIGHTINGS.

WE'RE COMPILING DATA

FROM LOCAL POLICE

THROUGHOU THE TARGET ZONE.

MOVING TO GREAT HOTEL 6.

ASPEN-1 OUT.

[WHIMPERS]

GET UP.

WE'VE GOTTA FIND

A TOWN.

NOT HIM. JUST YOU

AND THE BABY.

UH, YESTERDAY,

RICHARD AND I:

PASSED A TOWN:

ABOUT 20 MILES

FROM HERE.

GARRISON, I THINK.

WE WERE ON OUR WAY

TO LAS VEGAS.

[BABY COOING]

THAT WON'T BE THERE

MUCH LONGER.

WHAT?

PULL OVER.

PULL OVER.

[VOMITING]

WHAT'S WRONG?

NOTHIN'.

YOU, UH...

KNOW HOW:

TO HOLD A BABY.

YEAH, I HAD

A LITTLE BROTHER.

YEAH?

THIS IS A MISTAKE.

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