Einstein Must Die! (Fate of Nations Book 1) by Chris Kohout

Author:Chris Kohout [Kohout, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Unbound Reality
Published: 2014-01-09T07:00:00+00:00

As the zeppelin Orion descended lower, Captain Montgomery could now make out the details of the base. The main gate seemed to have already taken damage, which was odd. She scanned the ground, tracing the perimeter of the base in her mind. There were no specific targets in the major’s order. Her instructions called for a full saturation bombing, so she focused on where the base’s outer limits were. Everything inside that ring would be decimated.

She glanced at the altimeter. Twelve hundred feet…one thousand feet…

“Level us out, helm,” she ordered.

Lieutenant Leeson spun his wheel and watched the bubble slide back to the center of the indicator. “Level bubble, Captain.”

Nine hundred feet…

“Drop ballast for eight hundred feet,” she said.

Lieutenant Roberts nodded and spun four wheels. He watched the levels of their water tanks drop, then checked the rate of climb indicator.

Eight hundred and fifty feet…

As their rate of climb settled toward zero, he closed the ballast wheels. Releasing the water had given the ship more lift, just enough to stay level at their desired height. The huge airship soon found its balance in the cool evening air and became neutrally buoyant.

“We are now level at eight hundred feet, Captain,” he called back.

“Engines ahead one-half,” she said, then called the bomb bay. “We begin our run now, gentlemen. Full saturation. Space twelve conventional bombs across the base. Fire at will.”

The order was acknowledged, and within the bomb bay, a junior captain patted the first bomb, already set in the attack rails.

He went to the release console and opened the bomb bay doors. The sudden howl of cold air was always a shock, even when you knew it was coming.

He watched his board, leaning down to look into a sighting eyepiece. The black rubber cup shut out everything but the view directly under them. Watching patiently, the bombardier watched as the ground below slid along his view.

Then the base came into sight. He’d already calculated for the delay at eight hundred feet, and at the right moment, his finger pressed a red metal button.

Nearby, in the attack rails, a latch released. The large steel bomb hung in the air momentarily, then fell free.

***

“God in heaven,” whispered Sergeant Miller, leaning against the doorframe that led to the sick bay. The flood of wounded and dead Americans had overwhelmed the medical facility, though three doctors and a dozen nurses scrambled to deal with the onslaught.

Miller had been shot in the shoulder, but the sights, sounds, and smells of the chaos distracted him from the pain and the slick wetness of blood coating his arm and chest. The cries and screams came in different flavors, some muffled and suffering, others bright and clear. The worst came from the back, where behind a white curtain, a surgeon removed limbs, a necessary horror to prevent a bigger loss.

The large square windows were closed, but light streamed in, shooting through the bay’s dust-filled air in dramatic shafts.

Miller had no medical training, but he could offer comfort. Pushing himself off the doorframe, he shuffled into the hectic, terrible scene.

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