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He still couldn t trust Buckley to cooperate with Ralgha, and neither Flash nor
Maniac was his idea of a good point man to team with the Kilrathi. So Vagabond
was with Hobbes. With great reluctance Blair teamed the two majors together,
even though he knew he was asking for trouble. Neither one was very reliable
anyway, so it seemed better to have them let each other down instead of breaking
up two different teams if and when they let themselves run wild.
So he d crossed his fingers and put them together and ordered Cobra to fly on
his wing. He hoped neither choice would turn out to be disastrous. But Vaquero,
though physically fit after the battle with the Dralthi, was a bundle of nerves and
not really ready for duty so soon. And as for Flint . . .
He almost put her back on the roster, but with so much at stake, he wasn t
willing to risk a repeat performance. She was on duty in Flight Control again.
Cobra stuck close by him as they trailed the rest of the Terran flight, keeping
strict radio silence now. They wouldn t use their comm channels until they
engaged the enemy. Blair hoped Amazon Mbuto had followed her orders and
headed back for the carrier. He wouldn t know for sure until the operation was
nearly over. . . .
On his sensor screen, images began to appear, seemingly out of nowhere, as
he came into range of the enemy force. The blips that represented the Confed
fighters and bombers seemed pitifully inadequate to take on the Kilrathi ships,
but they were already starting their runs. Hobbes and Vagabond opened the fight
by engaging a trio of Darket close to the nearest of the two targeted capital ships.
Berterelli s bombers ignored them and plunged past, hurtling at top speed toward
the Kilrathi destroyer. There were more fighters registering beyond that large
ship, and they could pose trouble for the Longbows.
Maniac! Flash! Blair said sharply. You see that formation on the other side
of the destroyer? Get in there and have some fun with them.
Yes, sir, Colonel, sir, Maniac said. Come on, rookie last one firing is kitty
litter!
What about us, sir? Cobra asked.
We stick with Berterelli, Lieutenant, Blair told her, in case something crops
up he can t handle.
For several minutes they maintained their position behind the bombers,
spectators as Berterelli s pilots unleashed a heavy attack against the first
destroyer and then broke off to climb away from the deadly warship dodging
defensive fire all the way. One of the Longbows didn t make it out, but the other
five did. The attack didn t destroy the Kilrathi ship, but Blair s sensors registered
serious damage to shields, armor, and propulsion systems. The cats knew they d
been hit, that much was sure.
The second destroyer was a tougher nut to crack. Forewarned, it laid down a
devastating pattern of fire against the incoming Longbows. A series of shots
raked across Major Berterelli s bomber, and the Longbow came apart under the
force of the barrage . . . but not before the Italian pilot released a full spread of
ship-killer missiles. And the other bombers dropped their remaining loads
simultaneously. As if avenging the squadron leader, they received the satisfaction
of seeing those shots hit home. Explosions rippled down the spine of the
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destroyer. A few seconds later, a massive fireball consumed it. Some of the
chunks were bigger than the Terran Thunderbolts, adding to the confusion that
reigned on the Kilrathi perimeter.
Retreat! Retreat! All fighters retreat! Blair called. The Terran ships began to
disengage, even Maniac and Flash. They turned away now, on their false escape
heading, but Blair and Cobra hung back to cover the retreat.
So far, neither had fired a shot.
A pair of Darket gave chase, but Cobra took out one with a well-placed barrage
from her tail gun, and Blair used a hard braking maneuver to change vector and
let the second one shoot past him. Then he took it out with sustained blaster fire,
saving his missiles in case a real threat developed. No other fighters approached
them as they continued their retreat.
Just before losing sensor contact with the Kilrathi ships Blair saw that the
destroyers were in motion. He allowed himself a grim smile. As he hoped, they
were spreading out to throw up a detection net . . . but they were on the wrong
side of the jump point to block Victory now.
Bridge, TCS Victory Ariel System
Last of the Hellcats is aboard now, sir, Rollins reported from his post at
Communications. And the first Longbows just checked in, looking for clearance.
Looks like it s going down smooth.
Let s hope it stays that way, Eisen growled. Helm? What s our status?
ETA is fifteen minutes. sir, the helmsman reported.
Blair s cutting it fine, Rollins muttered. Hope he knows what he s doing out
there.
A little less chatter, Lieutenant, if you please, the captain said. Navigation,
begin plotting for jump. Mr. Rollins, make it ÑJump Stations, if you ×
Sir! The Sensor Officer broke in. Captain, the jump point . . . it s not there!
What? Rollins spoke before he could stop himself. It ain t there? What do
you mean, it ain t there?
Lieutenant! Eisen snapped. Explanations, people. I need explanations . . .
It s like the cats just managed to . . . to dose off the jump point, sir, the
Sensor Officer said. I don t know how. But it isn t out there any more.
And without it, we re stuck, someone else said aloud.
Rollins looked at Eisen. The man s face was darkly impassive, but he could see
the expression in the captain s eyes. However the Kilrathi had done it, there was
one thing certain. Victory was trapped
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
Thunderbolt 300 Ariel System
We haven t been able to determine exactly what s going on, Colonel, but it
appears that the Kilrathi have somehow managed to close off the jump point to
Caliban.
How the hell can they do that? It ain t poss ×
Clear the channel, Maniac! Blair snapped. He understood how Marshall felt,
but they couldn t afford to waste precious time in useless hysterics. Sorry,
Captain. Continue the message.
We re going to have to try for another jump point instead, Eisen went on as
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