Buck Rogers- A Life in the Future by Martin Caidin

Author:Martin Caidin [Caidin, Martin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Buck Rogers (Fictitious character)
Publisher: Lake Geneva, WI : TSR, Inc.
Published: 1995-05-10T07:00:00+00:00

Buck Rogers

inside their cockpit. We can fire the stingers at them at the same time."

"Wilma, it isn't good, baby. That ship is a flying tank. Either we get a direct hit on the reactor or penetrate the crew cockpit; otherwise we can't stop them. The only other way is to send some stingers right up the tailpipes of those jet engines. That way we can bust up their plumbing and—"

"Skua, Barney here. We show four missiles directed at you. Radar-homing, computers on board the missiles. You better do some fancy flying, fella, right now!"

Buck watched the incoming missiles in his heads-up display—four bright lights racing toward them. "Wilma! Do you have decoys in this fancy toy?"

"Yes."

"Set for radar disruption and absorption. Fire two at the missiles coming in from the right. Fire nowT

Two decoy missiles, slender and accelerated by pencil-thin dazzling green fire, flashed away from the Skua, rushing to intercept the larger missiles curving toward their fighter.

"Buck . . . those two on the left—" Wilma let the sentence hang.

Buck knew he had to time this perfectly. If one of those missiles hit them directly, the party was all over. But he still had a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Wilma . . . the decoys with the radar signal beacons? The moment you see the stingers explode those missiles on our right, fire them directly ahead."

He hadn't spoken a moment too soon. Two enormous roses of boiling flame followed his words. He barely had time to shout, "Fire decoys!" Wilma was ahead of him. At the first glare of the explosions, she had launched two simulator missiles, each radiating a powerful signal to attract any radar-homing device.

"Buck . . . those missiles coming in ... " Wilma's voice showed strain. He didn't have time to explain.

"Time to impact from the two on the left," he said calmly.

"Seventeen seconds," she snapped out.

"A lifetime, baby, a lifetime," he said with an unexpected lilt to his voice. "Count me down at eight seconds."

"Eleven seconds to impact."

''Now!" he shouted. He forgot about Wilma, about the enemy

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