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e easy for American radar to bum through their powerful jammers； and in any case； the Americans would soon have many targets to concern them。
The Kelts continued on； straight and level。 They carried their own electronic equipment； which would be triggered automatically by sensors in their tail fins。 When they entered the theoretical arc of the Hawkeyes' radar range； transponders in their noses clicked on。
USS NIMITZ
〃Radar contacts！ Designate Raid…1； bearing three…four…niner； range four…six…zero miles。 Numerous contacts； count one…four…zero contacts； course one…seven…five； speed six hundred knots。〃
The master tactical scope plotted the contacts electronically； and a pair of plexiglass plates showed another visual display。
〃So； here they e；〃 Baker said quietly。 〃Right on time。 ments？〃
〃I…〃 Toland didn't get a chance。
The puter display went white。
〃Clipper Base； this is Hawk…Three。 We're getting some jamming；〃 reported the senior airborne control officer。 〃We plot six； possibly seven jammers； bearing three…four…zero to zero…three…zero。 Pretty powerful stuff。 Estimate we have stand…off jammers； but no escort jammers。 Contacts are lost for the present。 Estimate burn…through in ten minutes。 Request weapons free； and release to vector intercepts。〃
Baker looked over to his air operations officer。 〃Let's get things started。〃
Air/Ops nodded and picked up a microphone。 〃Hawk…Three； this is Clipper Base。 Weapons free。 I say again； weapons are free。 Release authority is granted。 Splash me some bombers。 Out。〃
Svenson frowned at the display。 〃Admiral； we're ing about to clear decks。 Remend the formation stays together now。〃 He got a nod。 〃Clipper Fleet； this is Clipper Base； e left to two…seven…zero。 Launch all remaining aircraft。 Execute。〃
On the single mand； the formation made a hundred…eighty…degree left turn。 Those ships that did not as yet have missiles on their launchers rectified this。 Fire…control radars were trained north； but kept in standby mode。 Thirty different captains waited for the word to activate。
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 cl