The Intruders Weren't Soviet

Major Holloway’s skull throbbed. He could not remember the crash. One moment his Sabre was scrambled to intercept an intruder over Green River AFB. Then… nothing. Holloway lay in a hospital bed. He hated hospitals, but at least he was alive. He rose. Something was off. An element was missing—that awful smell. He panicked. Suddenly, the nurses, the IV bags, the garden view from the window—everything was dead wrong. Like someone hadn’t done proper research. Holloway stared out the window. The “world” outside was just an image projected over the blackness of space. Now he knew there was no crash.