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NORTH ATLANTIC
She was pissed off。 Sure； she thought； I'm good enough to fly。 I'm good enough to be an instructor pilot for the Eagle。 Engineering test pilot； assistant project officer for the ASAT program…I'm good enough to get an invite to Houston； even…but will they let me fly bat？ No； there's a war going on and I'm nothing but a Goddamned ferry pilot！
〃Shit。〃 Her name was Amy Nakamura。 She was a major； United States Air Force； with three thousand hours of jet time； two…thirds of it in F…15s。 Short and stocky like many fighter pilots； only her father had ever called her beautiful。 He also called her Bunny。 When her fellow pilots found that one out； they shortened it to Buns。 She and three men were ferrying four brand…new Eagle fighters to Germany where others…men！…would get to use them properly。 They each carried fast…pack conformal fuel tanks to make the trip in one long hop； and for self…defense a single Sidewinder missile； plus their usual load of 20mm cannon shells。 The Russians let women fly bat in World War II！ she thought。 A couple even made ace！
〃Hey； Buns； check your three o'clock！〃 called her wingman。
Nakamura had phenomenal eyesight； but she could scarcely believe it。 〃Tell me what you see； Butch。〃
〃Badgers 。。。 ？〃
〃Fuckin' Tu…16 Badgers…tallyho！ Where's the Navy supposed to be？〃
〃Close。 Try and raise 'em； Buns！〃
〃Navy task force； Navy task force； this is Air Force ferry flight Golf…Four…Niner。 We are eastbound with four Foxtrot…One…Fives。 We have a visual on a Russian bomber formation position…shit； do you read； over？〃
〃Who the hell is that？〃 a Hawkeye crewman asked aloud。
The munications technician answered； 〃Golf…Four…Niner； we need authentication。 November Four Whiskey。〃 This could be a Russian playing radio games
Major Nakamura swore to herself as she ran her finger down the list of munication codes。 There！ 〃Alpha Six Hotel。〃
〃Golf…Four…Niner； this is Navy Hawk…One； say your position。 Warning； we are calling in the clans on those Badgers。 You'd better get clear； acknowledge。〃
〃Like hell； Navy； I got visual on three…plus Badgers northbound； position forty…nine north； thirty…three east。〃
〃Northbound？〃 the intercept officer said。 〃Golf； this is Hawk…One。 Confirm your visual。 Say again your visual。〃
〃Hawk…One； this is Golf； I now have a dozen Badger； say again Tango…Uniform…One…Six bombers visual； south of my position； heading towards me and closing fast。 We are engaging。 Out。〃
〃Nothing on radar； boss；〃 the radar operator said。 〃That's way the hell north of here。〃
〃Then what the hell is he talking about？〃
Major Amelia 〃Buns〃 Nakamura reached down without looking to toggle up her missile and head…up display to tactical。 Then she flipped the switch for her air…intercept radar。 Her IFF system interrogated the target as a possible friendly and came up blank。 That was enough。
〃Frank； take your element east。 Butch； follow me。 Everybody watch your fuel states。 Charge！〃
The Badger pilots were a little too relaxed； now that the most dangerous part of their mission was behind them。 They didn't spot the four American fighters until they were less than a mile away； their robin's…egg…blue paint blending them in perfectly with the clear morning sky。
Buns selected her cannon for the first pass and triggered two hundred rounds into the cockpit of a Badger。 The twin…engine bomber went instantly out of control and rolled over like a dead whale。 One。 The major howled with delight； pulled the Eagle up into a five…g loop； then over to dive on the next target。 The Soviets were alerted now； and the second Badger attempted to dive away。 It had not the slightest chance。 Nakamura fired her Sidewinder from a range of less than a mile and watched the missile trace all the way into the Badger's left…side engine； and blast the wing right off the airplane。 Two。 Another Badger was three miles ahead。 Patience； she told herself。 You have a big speed advantage。 She nearly forgot that the Russian bomber had tail guns。 A Soviet sergeant reminded her of it； missing； but scaring the hell out of her。 The Eagle jerked in a six…g turn to the left and closed on a parallel course before turning in。 The next burst from her cannon exploded the Badger in midair； and she had to dive to avoid the wreckage。 The engagement lasted all of ninety seconds； and she was wringing wet with perspiration。
〃Butch； where are you？〃
〃I got one！ Buns； I got one！〃 The Eagle pulled up alongside。
Nakamura looked around。 Suddenly the sky was clear。 Where had they all gone？
〃Navy Hawk…One； this is Golf； do you read； over？〃
〃Roger； Golf。〃
〃Okay； Navy。 We just smoked four； repeat four； Badgers for you。〃
'Make that five； Buns！〃 the other element leader called in。
〃Something's wrong； sir。〃 The radar operator on Hawk…One motioned to his scope。 〃We have these buggers just popped through； and they say they bagged some； gotta be three； four hundred miles away。〃
〃Clipper Base； this is Hawk…One； we just had contact with an Air Force ferry flight eastbound。 They claim they just splashed five Badgers northbound several hundred miles north of us。 Say again northbound。〃
Toland's eyebrows went up。
〃Probably some had to abort；〃 Baker observed。 〃This is close to their fuel limit； isn't it？〃
〃Yes； sir；〃 replied Air/Ops。 He didn't look happy with his own answer。
〃Burn…through；〃 announced the radar operator。 〃We have reacquired the targets。〃
The Kelts had flown on； oblivious to the furor around them。 Their radar transponders made them look like hundred…ten…foot Badgers。 Their own white…noise jammers came on； somewhat obscuring them yet again on the radar scopes； and autopilot controls began to jerk them up； down； left； right； in hundred…meter leaps as an aircraft might do when trying to avoid a missile。 The Kelts had been real missiles once； but on retirement from front…line service six years earlier； their warheads had been replaced with additional fuel tankage； and they had been relegated to a role as target drones； a purpose they were serving admirably now。
〃Tallyho！〃 The first squadron of twelve Tomcats was now a hundred fifty miles away。 The Kelts showed up perfectly on radar； and the intercept officers in the back seat of each fighter quickly established target tracks。 The Kelts were approaching what would have been nominal missile…launch distance…if they were the bombers everyone thought they were。
The Tomcats launched a volley of million…dollar AIM…54C Phoenix missiles at a range of a hundred forty miles。 The missiles blazed in on their targets at Mach…5； directed by the fighters' targeting radars。 In under a minute the forty…eight missiles had killed thirty…nine targets。 The first squadron broke clear as the second came into launch position。
USS NIMITZ
〃Admiral； something is wrong here；〃 Toland said quietly。
〃What might that be？〃 Baker liked the way things were going。 Enemy bomber tracks were being wiped off his screen just as the war games had predicted they would。
〃The Russians are ing in dumb； sir。〃
〃So？〃
〃So this far the Soviets have not been very dumb！ Admiral； why aren't the Backfires going supersonic？ Why one attack group？ Why one direction？〃
〃Fuel constraints；〃 Baker answered。 〃The Badgers are at the limit of their fuel； they have to e in direct。〃
〃But not the Backfires！〃
〃The course is right； the raid count is right。〃 Baker shook his head and concentrated on the tactical plot。
The second squadron of fighters had just launched。 Unable to get a head…on shot； their missile accuracy suffered somewhat。 They killed thirty…four targets with forty…eight missiles。 There had been a hundred fifty…seven targets plotted。
The third and fourth Tomcat squadrons arrived together and launched as a group。 When their Phoenixes had been fully expended； nineteen targets were left。 The two fighter squadrons moved in to engage the remaining targets with their cannon。
〃Clipper Base； this is SAM Boss。 We're going to have some leakers。 Remend we start lighting up SAM radars。〃
〃Roger； SAM Boss。 Permission granted；〃 answered the group tactical warfare coordinator。
NORTH ATLANTIC
〃I have air…search radars； bearing zero…three…seven；〃 the Bear ESM officer noted。 〃They have detected us。 Remend we illuminate also。〃 The Bear lit off its Big Bulge look…down radar。
USS NIMITZ
〃New radar contact。 Designate Raid…2…〃
〃What？〃 snapped Baker。 Next came a call from the fighters。
〃Clipper Base； this is Slugger Lead。 I have a visual on my target。〃 The squadron mander was trying to examine the target on his long…range TV camera。 When he spoke； the anguish in his voice was manifest。 〃Warning； warning； this is not a Badger。 We've been shooting at Kelt missiles！〃
〃Raid…2 is seventy…three aircraft； bearing two…one…seven； range one…three…zero miles。 We have a Big Bulge radar tracking the formation；〃 said the CIC talker。
Toland cringed as the new contacts were plotted。 〃Admiral； we've been had。〃
The group tactical warfare officer was pale as he toggled his microphone。 〃Air Warning Red。 Weapons free！ Threat axis is two…one…seven。 All ships turn as necessary to unmask batteries。〃
The Tomcats had all been drawn off； leaving the formation practically naked。 The only armed fighters over the formation were Foch's eight Crusaders； long since retired from the American inventory。 On