“There ought to be ten.” Iseabail rooted around in the crate. “For a pretend monk, you’re na bad.” The truck shot out into a wide thoroughfare. Tires screeched as cars skidded to avoid it. Cannon braced himself for the crash, … Continue reading
Cannon scrambled up to the cab, leaning over the crate, and rapped on the window. “They’ll be coming after us now!” Masaracchia leaned sideways in the cab, feeling around on the floor. he looked down, and then, before Cannon could … Continue reading
Cannon let out a sigh of relief and keyed the mic again. “Whiskey flight, we’ve got a little Tommy problem developing. Over.” He slung the radio pack over one shoulder and took di Giacomo’s hand up into the bed of … Continue reading
Marcel Lecocq checked the gauges in Inconstant‘s other Albatross. With a little luck, he wouldn’t have to worry about getting any holes in this plane. His escorts would go a ways toward guaranteeing that—Joe had sent four Kestrels and a … Continue reading
Masaracchia looked between them quickly. “I don’t see your point.” “Well, brother monk,” said Cannon, “we know you’re no monk. Right?” “Right,” said Burr. “Nae monk carries hi’self like tha’.” “Pietro?” Masaracchia’s voice held a pleading note. di Giacomo shook … Continue reading
“I have something here,” said the radioman. Joe covered the distance from the control room to the radio room in a heartbeat. “Let’s hear it.” The radioman spun the volume dial, and Joe bent an ear to the Morse code: … Continue reading
Several more of them went by before Masaracchia detoured through the outskirts of Cairo, and then they were on the Cairo-Alexandria road. A few hours more, and Masaracchia opened the window at the back of the cab. I can see … Continue reading
They were back on the road twenty minutes later, with Cannon behind the wheel. The road grew worse, and at times, they slowed to walking speed while Burr or di Giacomo scouted ahead with flashlights. As the sun rose, they … Continue reading
Cannon’s watch read one a.m. A few minutes earlier, the truck had sputtered to a halt. Cannon stood behind it, looking over a map spread out at the back of the bed. Burr, sitting next to it with her legs … Continue reading
Double-timing it, Joe reached the hangar before the deck crew had finished moving Lecocq’s Albatross along the overhead rails to the aircraft park. Joe saw a few jagged holes punched through the aluminum skin of the right wing, perilously close … Continue reading
