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searching for them。 With its high power and small arc； the Foxfire stood a good chance of acquiring them； Stealth technology or not。 〃The Mainstay might have us。〃
〃Anything locked on us？〃
〃Not yet。〃 Eisly's eyes were glued to the threat…receiver instruments。 No missile…control radars had centered on the Frisbee yet。 〃ing under the target。〃
〃Right。 Climbing now。〃 Ellington eased back on his stick and punched up full afterburners。 The Frisbee's engines could only give him Mach 1。3； but this was the place to use all the power he had。 According to the weather people； these clouds topped out at twenty thousand feet； and the IL…76 would be about five thousand above that。 Now the Frisbee was vulnerable。 No longer lost in the ground clutter； her engines radiating their maximum signature； the Stealth aircraft was broadcasting her presence。 Climb faster； baby 。 。 。
〃Tallyho！〃 Ellington said too loudly over the inter as he burst through the clouds； and the night…vision systems instantly showed him the Mainstay； five miles away and diving for cover in front of him。 Too late。 The head…on closing speed was nearly a thousand miles per hour。 The colonel centered his gunsight pipper on the target。 A warbling tone came into his headset： the Sidewinders' seekers had locked onto the target。 His right thumb toggled the launch…enable switch； and his forefinger squeezed the trigger twice。 The Sidewinders left the aircraft half a second apart。 Their brilliant exhaust flames dazzled him； but he did not take his eyes off the missiles as they raced for the target。 It took eight seconds。 He looked them all the way in。 Both missiles angled for the Mainstay's starboard wing。 Thirty feet away； laser proximity fuses detonated； filling the air with lethal fragments。 It happened too fast。 Both of the Mainstay's right…side engines exploded； the wing came off； and the Soviet aircraft began cartwheeling violently downward； lost seconds later in the clouds。
Jesus！ Ellington thought as he rolled and dived back to the ground and safety。 Nothing like the movies。 The target was hit and gone between blinks。 Well； okay； that was easy enough。 Primary target gone。 Now for the hard part 。 。 。
Aboard an E…3A Sentry circling over Strasbourg； the radar technicians noted with satisfaction that all five Soviet radar craft had been killed within two minutes： it all worked； the F…19 really did surprise them。
The brigadier general in mand of Operation Dreamland leaned forward in his mand chair and toggled his microphone。
〃Trumpeter； Trumpeter； Trumpeter；〃 he said； then switched off。 〃Okay； boys；〃 he breathed。 〃Make it count。〃
Amid the clouds of NATO tactical fighters hovering near the border； a hundred low…level attack fighters broke clear and dove for the ground。 Half were F…111F Aardvarks； the other half 〃GR。 I 〃 Tornados； their wings heavy with fuel tanks and smart bombs。 They followed the second wave of Frisbees； already sixty miles into East Germany； fanning out to their ground targets。 Behind the strike aircraft； all…weather Eagle and Phantom interceptors； directed by the Sentries circling over the Rhein； began to launch their radar…guided missiles at Soviet fighters that had just lost their airborne controllers。 Finally； a third team of NATO aircraft swooped in low； seeking out the ground radar sites that were ing on to replace the radar coverage of the dead Mainstays。
HOHENROARTHE； GERMAN DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC
Ellington circled his target at a thousand feet； several miles away。 It was a double bridge； a pair of concrete arches； each about five hundred yards across； and with two traffic lanes； that crossed the River Elbe in the middle of a gentle S…curve。 Pretty bridges。 Ellington guessed that they dated back to the thirties； since this main road from Berlin to Braunschweig had been one of the first autobahns。 Ole Adolf himself might have driven across these bridges； Ellington reflected。 So much the better。
At the moment； a low…light television in his targeting systems showed them to be covered with Russian T…80 tanks； all heading west。 Ellington evaluated the picture on his television screen。 This could only be the second echelon of the army deployed to attack NATO。 There was an SA…6 battery atop Hill 76 south of the bridges on the east bank； sited there to defend them。 It had to be fully alert now。 His earphones chirped constantly with noise from his threat receiver as the search radars from a score of air…defense batteries swept continuously over his aircraft。 If only one of them got a good return 。 。 。 Pucker factor； Ellington reflected grimly。
〃How's the Pave Tack？〃
〃Nominal；〃 Eisly responded curtly。 Pilot and back…seater were both under enormous stress。
〃Illuminate；〃 Ellington ordered。 In the back seat； Eisly activated the Pave Tack target…illumination laser。
The elaborate Pave Tack gear was built into the Frisbee's drooping nosecone。 Its lowermost part was a rotating turret containing a carbondioxide laser and television camera。 The major used his joystick controls to center the TV picture on the bridge； then unmasked the infrared laser。 An invisible dot appeared in the center of the north span's bridge deck。 A puter system would keep it there until told to do otherwise； and a videotape recorder would make a visual record of the raid's success or failure。
〃The target is lit；〃 Eisly said。 〃Still no fire…control radars on us。〃
〃Nemo； this is Shade 4。 The target is lit。〃
〃Roge。〃
Fifteen seconds later the first Aardvark screamed south a bare thirty feet over the water； popped up； and loosed a single GBU…15 Paveway laser…guided bomb before it turned hard to the east over Hohenroarthe。 An optical…puter system in the bomb's nose noted the deflected infrared beam； centered it； and adjusted the fins accordingly。
South of the bridge； the SAM battery mander was trying to decide what the noise was。 His search radar did not show the Frisbee。 He had been told not to expect the presence of 〃friendly〃 aircraft…the safe travel lane was fifteen miles to the north； over the Frontal Aviation base at Mahlminkel。 Maybe that's where the noise was ing from； he thought。 No special alarm has been sent out…
The northern horizon went bright yellow。 Though he did not know it； four Luftwaffe Tornados had just made a single pass over Mahlminkel； leaving hundreds of explosive cluster munitions in their wake。 A half…dozen Soviet Sukhoi attack fighters went up in flames； sending a fireball of jet fuel that rose up into the rain…filled sky。
The battery mander hesitated not at all…he shouted an order for his men to switch their fire…control radars from stand…by to active； and trace them around 〃their〃 bridges。 A moment later； one detected an F…111 ing upriver。
〃Oh； shit！〃 The Aardvark's systems operator instantly loosed a Shrike antiradar missile at the SAM battery； another for good measure at the search radar； a second Paveway at the bridge； then the F…111 turned violently left。
A missile…launch officer blanched as he realized what had just appeared from nowhere onto his scopes； and salvoed his three missiles in return。 The ining aircraft had to be hostile； and had just separated three smaller objects 。 。 。
His first SAM struck and exploded on the high…tension power lines that s