Dale Brown - Patrick McLanahan 04 by Brown Dale

Author:Brown, Dale [Brown, Dale]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2010-09-26T15:32:27.805000+00:00

FISIKOUS RESEARCH INSTITUTE

13 APRIL, 0315 VILNIUS (12 APRIL, 2115 ET)

Teresov stood before the incredible monstrosity and shook his head with an absolute feeling of awe. Yes, he thought, I can see why some men would kill another human being to see this thing fly.

He was standing before the Fisikous-170 Tuman stealth bomber. "Tuman" means "fog," and the name was appropriate-it looked like a huge gray fog bank. The bottom of the fuselage was well over five meters above ground, and the huge, gracefully curving body stood on tall, thick, landing gears. It was almost sixty-one meters wide, far larger than the American B-52 Stratofortress or B-2 Black Knight stealth bomber, and it had 50 percent more weapons payload capability than the B-2. The manta ray-like body looked thick and not very aerodynamic, but on closer inspection one could see that the fuselage, except along the center, was very thin. The wingtips curled down in a sexy arc, making it appear that the manta ray was flapping its undulating wings.

Teresov smiled, thinking that what was even more surprising than the machine itself was the fact that for the past ten years it was constructed in total secrecy. There had not been, he thought smugly, one word about it in the Western press or in the reports that were sometimes intercepted from Western intelligence agencies on new Soviet equipment. There had been lots of speculation about what was going on inside the three Fisikous hangars, naturally, but nothing else. Even during the political upheavals in Lithuania, the lid had always stayed screwed down tight on Fisikous. It was a testimonial, he thought, to the extraordinary security measures instituted by Viktor Gabovich. Gabovich had his fingers in every government organization in the ex-Soviet Union-anything that had to do with Fisikous, from any branch of the government, went across his desk for review and approval.

Of course, the minute they rolled out the monster from its lair, the secrecy would be over. But with the American B-2 stealth bomber project stalled at only fifteen planes-one squadron, a laughable amount for so advanced a warplane-and numerous other aircraft and weapons programs canceled, the Fi-170 would be a tremendous shock to the world. When they realized that it was truly as effective as it looked, it would throw the Soviet Union-or the Commonwealth of Independent States, or the Belarus Republic, whomever Gabovich and the scientists at Fisikous decided to support-right back into the forefront of modern miliL tary~tech~ica~ leadership.

Teresov sensed the approach of the security force commander, Colonel Nikita Kortyshkov. "What did you find out, Colonel?" Teresoy asked without taking his eyes off the magnificent machine before him.

"The radios are jammed with traffic," Kortyshkov replied. "Some breakdown in communications between several outlying bases. Partisan guerrillas may be involved."

That was a better explanation than others he'd heard-solar flares, a Baltic Sea Fleet exercise, a few others. The people of Lithuania were getting restless. They needed to be taken down another peg, starting with their hometown hero, Dominikas Palcikas. General Voshchanka had to make an example of Palcikas.

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