The Genesis Plague (2010) by Michael Byrnes Page A
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heritage and archaeology.’
Indeed, Randall Stokes’s destiny certainly was ‘in the cards’.
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IRAQ
‘Give it some more gas!’ Jason yelled down to the driver.
The MRAP’s 450-horsepower Mack diesel engine rumbled. The winch’s braided steel cable stretched even tighter, straining to pull free a mammoth mountain chunk that easily weighed ten tons. The rock was wedged in tight, anchoring the debris pile that had slid down to block the cave entrance. Even larger boulders had toppled almost twenty metres down the slope before coming to a rest.
Jason’s thinking was simple: pull this Big Mama out from the bottom of the heap, let gravity do the rest.
While the MRAP continued to pull, Jason monitored the two cable loops that Crawford’s marines had managed to lasso around the boulder, hoping they wouldn’t slip or snap under the extreme pressure.
‘Come on, Big Mama …’
Some gritty scratching.
A sharp pop.
The marines retreated further along the slope’s thin ridge.
‘Come on …’ He kept his hand raised and kept his finger spinning in circles so the driver knew not to ease off the gas.
The first steel loop suddenly snapped and whipped out on a wide arc. Jason managed to duck and weave before it lashed his face.
‘Nice move, Ali,’ Camel called over. He was leaning casually against the cliff face, nipping at his canteen.
Jason flipped him the bird.
More shifting and groaning deep in the rock pile.
The second loop was starting to fray along one of the rock’s sharp edges.
‘Forget it, Yaeger!’ Crawford bellowed up at him. From below, the colonel was monitoring the effort through binoculars. ‘We’ll blast it out!’
Jason had already explained to Crawford that another explosion would only exacerbate the problem by shaking free the loose stone that had yet to fall from the cliff face, compromise the tunnel itself. So he pretended to not hear him, kept spinning his finger.
The MRAP’s engine revved harder.
Finally, Big Mama began to pull free. The rock did a drunken lurch then teetered forward.
‘Everybody back!’ Jason screamed. He motioned for Crawford and the dozen or so marines watching at the bottom to clear off to the sides. Then he yelled to the MRAP driver: ‘Move out!’ This could get messy, he thought.
Once Big Mama got going, the huge pile dammed up behind her erupted into a landslide - huge, sharp rocks bouncing and tumbling end over end.
Watching Big Mama curl down along the steel cable like a retracting yoyo, Jason feared she was going to gather enough momentum to vault the boulders that formed a protective wall at the slope’s base and shoot straight for the plodding MRAP. Even the twenty-ton armoured behemoth wouldn’t stand a chance against the huge rock.
Jason cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed, ‘Move it! Go! Go! Go-o-o-o! ‘ The driver was quick to respond, but Jason could tell that the MRAP wasn’t accelerating fast enough.
Down bottom, Big Mama leapfrogged one of her siblings, connected with another, and did a gravity-defying flip that launched her into a rainbow-shaped arc that crested at five metres. Jason cringed. ‘Oh crap …’
Big Mama came down like a meteor and struck the MRAP’s rear with a huge clang.
When the dust settled, it was apparent that the MRAP had fortunately escaped being flattened. Jason noted, however, a sizable dent in the rear split door and fractures in its small windows too.
Clearly upset, Crawford paced over to the truck with hands on his hips, shaking his head. The driver immediately hopped out, rubbing his neck. He proceeded to the truck’s rear to help Crawford assess the damage.
‘You know Crawford’s probably going to send you a bill for that,’ Camel called over to Jason.
Ignoring him, Jason’s attention went back to the cave. Despite the mishap, what he saw had him grinning. Though some smaller debris would need to be ferried away, once again a wide opening yawned in the cliff face.
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Indeed, Randall Stokes’s destiny certainly was ‘in the cards’.
17
IRAQ
‘Give it some more gas!’ Jason yelled down to the driver.
The MRAP’s 450-horsepower Mack diesel engine rumbled. The winch’s braided steel cable stretched even tighter, straining to pull free a mammoth mountain chunk that easily weighed ten tons. The rock was wedged in tight, anchoring the debris pile that had slid down to block the cave entrance. Even larger boulders had toppled almost twenty metres down the slope before coming to a rest.
Jason’s thinking was simple: pull this Big Mama out from the bottom of the heap, let gravity do the rest.
While the MRAP continued to pull, Jason monitored the two cable loops that Crawford’s marines had managed to lasso around the boulder, hoping they wouldn’t slip or snap under the extreme pressure.
‘Come on, Big Mama …’
Some gritty scratching.
A sharp pop.
The marines retreated further along the slope’s thin ridge.
‘Come on …’ He kept his hand raised and kept his finger spinning in circles so the driver knew not to ease off the gas.
The first steel loop suddenly snapped and whipped out on a wide arc. Jason managed to duck and weave before it lashed his face.
‘Nice move, Ali,’ Camel called over. He was leaning casually against the cliff face, nipping at his canteen.
Jason flipped him the bird.
More shifting and groaning deep in the rock pile.
The second loop was starting to fray along one of the rock’s sharp edges.
‘Forget it, Yaeger!’ Crawford bellowed up at him. From below, the colonel was monitoring the effort through binoculars. ‘We’ll blast it out!’
Jason had already explained to Crawford that another explosion would only exacerbate the problem by shaking free the loose stone that had yet to fall from the cliff face, compromise the tunnel itself. So he pretended to not hear him, kept spinning his finger.
The MRAP’s engine revved harder.
Finally, Big Mama began to pull free. The rock did a drunken lurch then teetered forward.
‘Everybody back!’ Jason screamed. He motioned for Crawford and the dozen or so marines watching at the bottom to clear off to the sides. Then he yelled to the MRAP driver: ‘Move out!’ This could get messy, he thought.
Once Big Mama got going, the huge pile dammed up behind her erupted into a landslide - huge, sharp rocks bouncing and tumbling end over end.
Watching Big Mama curl down along the steel cable like a retracting yoyo, Jason feared she was going to gather enough momentum to vault the boulders that formed a protective wall at the slope’s base and shoot straight for the plodding MRAP. Even the twenty-ton armoured behemoth wouldn’t stand a chance against the huge rock.
Jason cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed, ‘Move it! Go! Go! Go-o-o-o! ‘ The driver was quick to respond, but Jason could tell that the MRAP wasn’t accelerating fast enough.
Down bottom, Big Mama leapfrogged one of her siblings, connected with another, and did a gravity-defying flip that launched her into a rainbow-shaped arc that crested at five metres. Jason cringed. ‘Oh crap …’
Big Mama came down like a meteor and struck the MRAP’s rear with a huge clang.
When the dust settled, it was apparent that the MRAP had fortunately escaped being flattened. Jason noted, however, a sizable dent in the rear split door and fractures in its small windows too.
Clearly upset, Crawford paced over to the truck with hands on his hips, shaking his head. The driver immediately hopped out, rubbing his neck. He proceeded to the truck’s rear to help Crawford assess the damage.
‘You know Crawford’s probably going to send you a bill for that,’ Camel called over to Jason.
Ignoring him, Jason’s attention went back to the cave. Despite the mishap, what he saw had him grinning. Though some smaller debris would need to be ferried away, once again a wide opening yawned in the cliff face.
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