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World of Hurt Chapter 14

by Richard J Pietschmann

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Mount Charleston: January 28, 1951

What Lieutenant Colonel Tibbetts did not say, and what almost no one knew at the time, was that in mid-1943 Wendover had been designated Site K of the Manhattan Project and code-named “Kingman.” It was located in the largest bombing and gunnery range in the country, bigger even than the huge one north of Las Vegas. “Silverplate” B-29s modified for use as atomic bombers would be based there and the crews that flew them trained there. The 509^th was created entirely for atomic warfare.

Only when he had counted again to five did he cautiously peek through the black lenses at the surging fireball rising over Frenchman Flat. The roiling atomic furnace faded gradually to a fierce rosy glow that pulsed with energy. A sharp cracking rumble hurt his ears and echoed in the valley below. The shock wave hit then, spanking the ground with a rough shove, followed by an almost equally violent second shock. The fireball transformed again into the brilliant blue-purple luminescence of a burning sun. A strong gust of wind whistled, nearly snatching the tarp from him, breaking free tree branches and raining down pine cones. A murky mushroom head shot through with crackling fire supported atop a thin column like a nuclear tornado raced past his eye level and sped for the heavens.

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Skin bitch left and came back cradling three gins against her tiny swastikas and lined them up on the bar. Squires took his time studying them, and then picked up one bottle that said Nolet’s. He gazed at the bottle as if he had found buried treasure.

“It is a violation of the laws of nature for such a fine gin to be found in a joint as benighted and wretched as this one, yet it appears that the fates have once again smiled upon me. Take this elixir, Jennie Lynch, and pour an over-generous portion into a shaker into which you have put exactly three drops of your finest vermouth and filled to the top with fresh ice, not the partially melted ice you foist on the unwashed but ice that is frozen so solid it steams. Bring this shaker and the largest cocktail glass you have and put them here in front of me. You will then stir twenty-five times as I watch, half clockwise and half counter-clockwise, place a single large olive in the glass and pour in the sacred creation until only fluid dynamics keeps it from spilling over. I will then kvell at your singular achievement.”

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