Chapters (62)
- Prologue
- Part 1
- Chapter 2: Rude Awakening
- Chapter 3: Well-Lit Corridors
- Chapter 4: Their Eyes Upon Us
- Chapter 5: Blissfully Ignorant
- Chapter 6: Over Arching Introduction
- Chapter 7: Improbable vs. Immovable
- Chapter 8: Communicating with Hammers
- Chapter 9: Mr. Precedent
- Chapter 10: Testing the Waters
- Chapter 11: Tested But Not Found Wanting
- Chapter 12: Mind if I Come In?
- Chapter 13: With Utmost Dispatch
- Chapter 14: A Black Spot
- Chapter 15: An Indiscretion
- Chapter 16: The Wrath of God
- Part 2
- Chapter 18: Friends in High Places
- Chapter 19: Conference of Equals
- Chapter 20: Playing the Fool
- Chapter 21: It’s Bad to be Home
- Chapter 22: HMS Dauntless
- Chapter 23: The Setting Sun
- Chapter 24: Origami’s Antithesis
- Chapter 25: History of Travel
- Chapter 26: Leaps and Bounds
- Chapter 27: Hiring Decisions
- Chapter 28: Enemy Within
- Chapter 29: Willing and Able
- Chapter 30: A Very, Very, Very Fine House
- Chapter 31: Officer’s Club
- Chapter 32: Excess
- Part 3
- Chapter 34: Rough Hewn
- Chapter 35: Nobility Overall
- Chapter 36: Suppression
- Chapter 37: Hans On
- Chapter 38: Little Princess
- Chapter 39: Newborn
- Chapter 40: Guilt Plating
- Chapter 41: A Higher Echelon
- Chapter 42: Sowing the Seed
- Chapter 43: On the Street Where You Live
- Chapter 44: London Calling
- Part 4
- Chapter 46: Spread Your Arm(ament)s
- Chapter 47: Little Dutch Boy
- Chapter 48: Catalyst
- Chapter 49: A Dark Night
- Chapter 50: Hidden Pathways
- Chapter 51: Launch Protocols
- Chapter 52: Flash Exposure
- Chapter 53: Consequential
- Chapter 54: Well Done
- Chapter 55: Violent Reactions
- Chapter 56: Thermobaric Defense
- Chapter 57: Red Sky at Night
- Chapter 58: Showdown
- Chapter 59: To the Heart of the Matter
- Chapter 60: Fallen
- Epilogue
Back on the bomber’s flight deck, they did not have long to mourn the loss of their friend as the beeping of their radar began afresh. Jack glanced down at his screens once more, but Martin already had a fix on the new source.
“I have another set of bogies inbound from the east,” he said, “coming in hot, Mach 1.3. Jesus, those things are supersonic.” He whistled in spite of himself, but Jack was less nonchalant.
“They can’t be missiles that far out.” Jack said, studying the screen himself. It tore at him not to spend a moment on what he had just seen happen to Lord Mantil below them, but his training told Jack to focus on what he could affect, and he did so.
“I have them at three hundred miles out, but closing fast.” said Martin, “At that rate they’ll be on us in no time.” he went on, turning to face the major, “But they can’t see us, right? They can’t get missile lock. They’re just coming to investigate … right?”
Jack paused a moment then said, “Well, it’s true that they can’t get a bead on us too far out, but once they close enough, they’re going to be able to go to guns, and that is bad. To be coming in that fast, they must be either F-22s or one of the European Typhoons, Rafales, or Gripens.”
“So, they’re on our side then?” said Martin, hopefully.
“Well, not quite: the moment we stole a B-2 Bomber, there ceased to be anyone that was on ‘our side’ … except Mr. Mantil,” he said, soberly, “but either way, I can tell you that there are also no F-22s currently deployed in Afghanistan. Which means it must be either the French or the British.”
Jack looked pensive, then changed tacks, “Martin, do you have the sniffing salts to hand?” Martin looked over at his friend and then back at the two pilots unconscious behind them. Then he nodded and rifled around in his flight bag to find the small canister.
“You want me to wake them up?” said Martin, retrieving the salts.
Jack nodded, “We have only a few minutes before those planes are in visual range, and once they see us I don’t know what is going to happen. Under the circumstances, I think those two deserve to be awake for this. In case it goes badly.”