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In ROCKET SCIENCE, Jay Lakes first novel, Vernon Dunhams friend Floyd Bellamy has returned to Augusta, Kansas after serving in World War II, but he hasnt come back empty-handed: hes stolen a super-secret aircraft right from under the Germans. Vernon doesnt think its your ordinary run-of-the-mill aircraft. For one thing, its been buried under the Arctic ice for hundreds of years. When it actually starts talking to him, he realizes it doesnt belong in Kansas-or anywhere on Earth. The problem is, a lot of folks know about the ship and are out to get it, including the Nazis, the U.S. Armyand thats just for starters. Vernon has to figure out how to communicate with the ship and unravel its secrets before everyone catches up with him. If he ends up dead, and the ship falls into the wrong hands, it wont take a rocket scientist to predict the fate of humanity.

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Jay Lake

ROCKET SCIENCE

For Floyd and Lois Bryant, whose secret history this almost isnt, and Uncle Paul, a tiny piece of whose real history this is, and everyone else in my family who hopes no one notices them in this book.

INTRODUCTION

Deborah Layne

Who Needs the Yellow Brick Road?

Oz has got nothing on Kansas. At least its got nothing on Kansas Jay Lake Style. You dont need to travel a yellow brick road to get to the Weird Stuff. Youve just taken the first step on a path to a strange and wonderful well maybe wonderful isnt the right word, but strange definitely comes in here place.

In this Kansas, you wont find good-natured farmhands dispensing life wisdom. No cute little dogs either. Instead, youll find a recently returned WWII vet with a somewhat variable moral compass, a gang of elderly enforcers, the local police, the state police, Army CID, Nazis, Reds, and just wait until you meet Pegasus.

Rocket Science is Jay Lakes first full length novel and it more than delivers on the vast promise of his short fiction. Nearly all the obsessions that drive Jays short fiction are on display in Rocket Science. He loves gadgets, and the gadget at the center of this story is one of his best. Jays fascination with United States history is on full display here as well. Jay is fascinated by conspiracy theories (and theorists), secret identities, spies, and gadgets. Did I already mention the gadgets?

Ive known Jay as a short-story writer since late 2000. Indeed, I published his first two collections, Greetings From Lake Wu and American Sorrows. In 2004, he won the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer on the strength of his short fiction. Here, in Rocket Science, Jay has a chance to engage his vast imagination and follow the trails of what ifs that drive his storytelling.

If youve read much of Jays work, you can probably guess that his background is well diverse. His fathers career in the foreign service took Jay and his sister all over the world. Hes lived in Taiwan, Nigeria, and even Texas. He survived high school at a New England prep school (Choate) and college at the University of Texas.

These early experiences inform much of Jays work. He writes about people who are not exactly in their natural element. He writes about the weirdness that underlies the ordinary. And yes, there is weirdness everywhere. Even in Kansas. Rocket Science is your ticket to glimpse a little of it. Enjoy.

Deborah LaynePortland, OregonMay, 2005

Chapter One

When my best friend Floyd Bellamy came home from the war in Europe, Augusta, Kansas had a parade for him. The city meant to honor all the returning veterans, but the parade happened just as Floyd got off the troop train at the Santa Fe depot on the east side of town. There he was healthy, tanned, fit, blond hair and white teeth gleaming in the Kansas summer sun, turned out in his best khakis with a chest full of medals and a jaunty scar on one cheek.

Floyds Nazi bayonet instantly won the loyalty of every boy in town, while his casual good looks won the heart of every girl. Mary Ann Dinwiddy had a prior claim that she quickly enforced with a long, slow kiss in front of Mayor Cooper, Bertha Shore from the Augusta Daily Gazette, and various assembled dignitaries on the reviewing stand.

So Floyd stood there in front of the reviewing stand on the bricks of State Street with Mary Ann, prom queen of 1940, hanging on his arm in her best silk stockings and a polka dot dress. He waved at the high school band, smiled at the Masons and the Shriners, saluted the VFW. Half of Butler County was out to watch the parade, and Floyd took center stage in their minds.

Later, we sat in Lehrs having coffee and cherry pie, on the house for Floyd. The whole restaurant bustled around us, dishes and steam and the smell of fryer grease conspiring to leave a little zone of respect and quiet for the war veteran and his friends. My bad leg bothered me more than usual, the ghost of childhood polio, and I felt crabby from the heat. Floyd and Mary Ann looked as if they had stepped out of a Hollywood poster. Hed picked up a couple of female admirers, who managed to ignore me completely even Lois, who Id taken out from time to time over the years.

The way it had always been with Floyd.

He was telling us about the Battle of the Bulge, him trapped in burnt-out tank while half the German army marched by in one direction, then marched back the other two days later. You should have been there, Vernon. Half the gosh darned Wehrmacht oh, golly girls, Im sorry. Pardon my French. Floyd actually blushed. I remembered him in junior high school, practicing that blush in a mirror. He could wiggle his ears, too. Anything for the girls.

Sometimes I hated my best friend.

Im trapped in this tank with these two poor Gusses who got it when our tank took a shell, and

Floyd, I interrupted. Id had enough. You were in the Air Corps. What were you doing inside a tank?

Floyd gave me one of his patented double-edged looks, the kind that had promised Indian burns or wedgies when we were kids. I was on detached duty. Intelligence work, you know. He winked at the girls. They had a picked crew of us flyboys on the ground looking for secret German aeronautical stuff OSS thought was hidden in Belgium. Hush-hush, cant discuss.

Floyd was no pilot, I knew that for sure. He had shipped over as a mechanic, maintaining those big Pratt & Whitney engines on the B-24. But I wasnt going to bother my best friend with facts again. He had a story to tell, and he was going to tell it come hell or high water.

Floyd cleared his throat. As I was saying, Im trapped in this burnt out tin can with two dead GIs God rest their souls. He paused to bow his head in a brief moment of respect. There I am peering out through the drivers periscope, watching the Jerries beat a retreat from our boys, when something really unusual went by.

What did you see? asked Lois, on cue. Floyd was getting her best face for free, the look that I had to pop for a dozen roses and dinner in Wichita to see. I loved Floyd like I loved my brother Ricky, but right then I could have blackened both his eyes for him. Of course, my brother broke my arm once, before the big creep went off and got killed under MacArthur on some jungle trail in the Philippines.

It was a cargo convoy, pretty small just three vehicles. But there were SS troopers escorting it, and the troops were letting it by. That was kind of unusual, you see. By that time in the war the Germans were having a rough time of it, so combat units always got top priority. The SS had better things to do than ride herd on supplies.

What was on the trucks? asked Mary Ann.

Floyd winked again. I cant rightly tell you. Thats a matter of national security and Ive been sworn to secrecy. But you can bet I followed those trucks and snooped a look at their cargo that night.

As a matter of fact, I did have a security clearance, because of my work in the aircraft industry. I knew perfectly well that people involved in security matters never talked about it. All through the latter part of the war, since I graduated from Kansas State, Lois thought I was a parts manager at the Boeing plant in Wichita. I really did that job, part-time, but I had actually been working with a combined team from Boeing and North American on improving ordnance deployment from bomb bays. Still, there wasnt much point in stopping Floyd when he got going. I could tell from the soft, shiny look in Mary Anns eyes that Floyd was going to get whatever he wanted tonight.

Floyd settled back in at his parents farm out east of town, about halfway between Augusta and El Dorado on Haverhill Road. His dads health had broken while Floyd was away, so like the good son Floyd pitched in with fixing the run-down farm equipment that was all Mr. Bellamy could afford. Harvest time wasnt far off, even in August, and Floyd was needed.

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