Chapters (41)
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
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- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
- NUMA 3 - Fire Ice
The runners dove onto their bellies again as the ultralight buzzed overhead like a large, angry hornet. Austin was operating on pure reflex, more machine than man. Holding the control stick between his knees, he leaned around the curved Plexiglas sheet that served as a windshield and sighted on the center of the mounted line. He squeezed the trigger and the flare streaked toward the horsemen like a miniature comet.
The awkward angle of the aircraft threw Austin's aim off. The missile struck the dune a few feet below the grassy crest and exploded in a bright scarlet shower. The horses nearest to the fiery burst reared in panic. Those animals that managed to maintain their calm lost it as the plane grazed their heads like a giant buzzing insect.
Austin made a quick turn for a second run. The chaotic scene atop the dune reminded him of the famous Picasso mural, Guernica. It was hard to know where the horses ended and their riders began. He smiled grimly and slid an- other flare into the launch gun. Again he came in, attacking from the rear this time.
A ragged hole surrounded by a lacework of cracks appeared in the windshield. One of the riders had gotten off a lucky shot. Austin felt the bullet whistle by his ear. He made a superhuman effort to keep a grip on his concentration as he aimed the pistol and squeezed the trigger.
The second flare streaked toward the confusing mass of horse and human bodies and slammed into a rider with a burst of red phosphorus. He fell from his horse and was dragged off with one foot still caught in the stirrup.
The beach flashed by in a blur, and again Austin was out to sea. He came around at an angle until he was behind the dune once more. The grass was on fife and black smoke billowed into the sky. Riders who had been thrown by their mounts were trying to roll out of the way to avoid being trampled. Others had dismounted and held tightly to the reins as they tried to calm the terrified animals. The horses bumped into one another, and the contact only served to increase their terror.