Chapter SeventeenOutside the Chinese border hut a cold wind howled. A Nanking Cherry 200 missile blasted into the air. Jason watched it streak across the sky, praying that it would not kill any innocent people.
Aadab watched too, his eyes filled with fear.
The Asian captain jabbed Aadab, then poked his finger at the holograph screen. “Our chief engineer thinks you can help. There is a little problem here with our plans.” The captain hunched in front of the blueprints.
Aadab peered over the man's shoulder. “That's the design of the Star Shelter? There is a—”
“What do you know, Indian boy?” the captain interrupted.
“I know much about electronics. I know computers well, even as a small boy.”
“Too young to be well trained. Maybe we just shoot you both.”
“I was trained in general science
