Pulse-pounding suspense and nonstop action, the twists keep coming. Air Force duty frequently takes Chad and Kate’s pilot father far away, but their lives change completely when a car accident takes their mother. Chad, Kate, and their father start a new life, with a new family company—AirQuest Adventures. They fly across the globe helping missionaries, but for all the good they do, every trip brings bad luck—a crash in Indonesia, an Alaskan blizzard, a wrongful arrest in South America, one life-threatening situation follows another! Three books in one, this revised and updated bind-up by New York Times bestselling author Jerry B. Jenkins combines adventure, thrills, and a message of hope in tragic circumstances. Jerry B. Jenkins is the author of more than 200 published books with sales of more than 73 million copies. He wrote The Left Behind series and novels to accompany The Chosen TV series, created by his son, Dallas Jenkins. He served on the board of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago for 18 years, seven of those as chairman, and now serves on the board of Colorado Christian University where he is the titular head of the Creative Writing major. He teaches writing online through the Jerry Jenkins Writers Guild. Connect with him online at jerryjenkins.com; Facebook: @jerry.b.jenkins Sudden Impact AirQuest Adventures By Jerry B. Jenkins ZONDERVAN Copyright © 2013 Jerry B. Jenkins All right reserved. ISBN: 978-0-310-73311-9 Contents Misery in Mukluk.........................13Dad's Annoucement........................24The Trip.................................36Cannibal Valley..........................46The Crash................................58Getting to Work..........................67First Things First.......................77Progress.................................91News.....................................101The Attack...............................113The Standoff.............................125Like Guardian Angels.....................136Epilogue.................................154 Chapter One Misery in Mukluk Chad Michaels bounded out of Mukluk Middle School in northern Alaska. He ran as fast as he could despite his huge boots, down-filled snow pants, mittens, and hooded parka. At noon, he and the other sixth-grade guys usually engaged in daily snowball fights against the seventh graders. Chad hated these fights; he would have skipped them if it weren't for the name-calling he'd have to endure. Today's snowball fight couldn't ruin his day though. He had two special things to look forward to that afternoon, and that's what he thought about as he ran out into the snow. The winter sun set early in Mukluk, so the whole school was let out for recess before lunch every day. That meant there were just too many kids to watch at once, and the boys could get away with breaking the no-snowball rule. Besides, these guys had been snowball fighting for so long, they knew where to play without getting caught. Chad glanced over his shoulder. The other sixth graders were right behind him. Chad hadn't even had time to stop and scoop up a ball of his own when he saw Rusty Testor, his least favorite seventh grader, standing a few feet away, a huge snowball in his palm. The icy wind stung Chad's exposed cheeks as he sprinted for all he was worth, but the bigger, older Testor had the angle on him and was closing fast. Rusty had a gap-toothed, freckle-faced grin that gave Chad nightmares. I'd love to pop him, just once, Chad thought. He imagined himself rushing Testor, driving his head into the bigger boy's stomach, and knocking the wind right out of him. That's what his friends would do. But not me, Chad thought as he ran. Rusty's right. I'm a wimp. Chad headed for the highest, deepest drift he could find, planning to hurtle over it and fight back from the other side. But from the corner of his eye he saw Testor draw back his throwing arm. Chad mistimed his leap over the snowdrift and left the ground too early. He spread his arms and legs, but instead of lying over the top to safety, he lopped face-first into the side of the drift. As he called to his friends for help, Rusty's snowball smacked his cheekbone and drove ice and water into his ear and eye. It burned, and he wanted to cry, but he would never do that. It was bad enough he was a klutz; he wasn't going to be a baby too. At least he wouldn't show it if he was. Chad turned and saw Rusty scooping more ammo from about ten feet away. Several other seventh graders joined in, grinning just like Rusty. Chad squatted, covering his face with his arms and drawing up his knees to protect himself as the fusillade pummeled him. Here was the perfect opportunity for his friends to charge the seventh graders from the rear, while they were all occupied with him. But where were they? Was he sacrificing himself for no purpose? He peeked through his hands in disbelief. They just stood outside the circle of older kids, looking