“Copy that. You sitting this one out?” “That’s right, Joe.” The Albatross rocked beneath Cannon as the hangar crew moved it from the skyhook to the hangar rails. “I’m a little banged up. You’ll be in command out there.” “Sure … Continue reading
“This is Whiskey One,” said Lecocq over the radio. “Do you see bandits?” “Whiskey Three says negative,” Henderson replied. “Whiskey Two, also negative.” “No need to stick around, then,” Lecocq said. “Meet at rendezvous point one.” The radio clicked twice. … Continue reading
Emma waved for the others to haul on the rope one more time, and then yanked Cannon in through the cargo door. “All aboard,” she said into her headset mic. “Good to have you back, skipper,” she added, sparing only … Continue reading
Cannon caught sight of Masaracchia through the windshield, holding on for dear life as Emma and the others jerkily pulled him toward the plane. The cab’s roof bowed inward as Burr mounted it, then popped back to normal as the … Continue reading
“Isea, you’re up.” Burr spun her machine pistol the right way around, sighted in on the pursuing British truck, and laid down a barrage of covering fire. “Jump when the lassie says go,” Iseabail told Masaracchia, “an’ we’ll haul ye … Continue reading
Hanging onto a framing member in the cargo hold, Emma plugged her headset into the intercom panel, and leaned out through the open cargo door into the slipstream. “Slower!” she shouted into the microphone. “Merde,” she heard in reply. Hydraulics … Continue reading
Lecocq spun his radio knob to ‘Intercom’ and said, “No time. Go to the cargo hold and be ready with the grappling hook. The captain will be alongside in twenty seconds. You will have to talk me close enough.” Emma’s … Continue reading
“Whiskey Two, I will soon be low and slow. Keep them away from me. Over.” Lecocq rolled into a gentle right-hand turn as his Albatross crossed the shoreline. The two Kestrels still in formation broke the other direction, wheeling to … Continue reading
The city fell away beneath the plane. Lecocq’s compass read 315 degrees, and directly ahead was the T-shaped peninsula jutting out into the deep blue of the Mediterranean. To its southwest, boats clustered in the harbor, behind a breakwater perhaps … Continue reading
Fires cast twisting shadows on the streets, the predawn gloom just now bright enough to light the stretches between them. A flaming boulder soared overhead and crashed through a wooden building a hundred yards away. Debris clattered to the road … Continue reading
