Rogue Forces (2009) by Brown Dale - Patrick Mclanahan 15

Author:Brown, Dale - Patrick Mclanahan 15 [15, Brown, Dale - Patrick Mclanahan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-26T18:06:46+00:00

"Jabburi is off the net, sir," Weatherly said.

"Find his ass and get him back here," Wilhelm snapped, then Wilhelm clicked open his command-wide channel: "All Warhammer units, this is Alpha, inbound Turkish VIP aircraft ten minutes out, all air defense stations report weapons tight directly to me."

Weatherly changed one of the monitors to a position-and-status map of all of the air defense units along the border area. The units consisted of Avenger mobile air defense vehicles, which were Humvees fitted with a steerable turret that contained two reloadable pods of four Stinger heat-seeking antiaircraft missiles and a .50 caliber heavy machine gun, along with electro- optical sensors and a datalink allowing the turret to be slaved to Second Regiment's air defense radars. Accompanying the Avengers was a cargo- carrying Humvee with maintenance and security troops, spare parts and ammo, provisions, and two missile pod reloads.

"All Warhammer AD units reporting weapons tight, sir," Weatherly said.

Wilhelm checked the monitor, which showed all of the Avenger units with steady red icons, indicating they were operational but not ready to attack. "Where's your second Loser, General?" he asked.

"Three minutes from the patrol box." Patrick flashed the XC-57's icon on the tactical display so Wilhelm could see it amid all of the other markers. "Passing flight level three-five-zero climbing to four- one-zero, well clear of the inbound Turkish flight. We'll start scanning the area shortly."

"Show me the veep's fl ight."

Another icon began blinking, this one far to the south over Baghdad. "He's just taken off, sir, about thirty minutes early," Cotter reported. The flight data readouts showed a very rapid increase in altitude and a relatively slow ground speed, indicative of a max-performance climb- out from Baghdad International. "Looks like he's on board the CV-22 tilt rotor, so he'll be well behind the Turkish Gulfstream for the arrival," he added. "ETE, forty-fi ve minutes."

"Roger."

Things seemed to be going along routinely--which always worried Patrick McLanahan. He scanned all the monitors and readouts, looking for a clue as to why something might be amiss. So far, nothing. The second XC-57 reconnaissance plane reached its patrol box and began its standard oval patrol pattern. Everything looked . . .

Then he saw it, and mashed the intercom button: "The Turkish plane is slowing down," he spoke.

"What? Say again, General?"

"The Gulfstream. It's down to three hundred and fifty knots." "Is he getting ready for descent?"

"That far away from Irbil?" Patrick asked. "If he did a normal approach it might make sense, but what Turkish aircraft would fl y into the heart of Kurdish territory on a normal approach? He'd do a max performance approach--he wouldn't start a descent until thirty miles out, maybe less. He's about a hundred out now. He's drifting south of course, too. But his altitude is--"

"Bandits! Bandits! " That was Hunter Noble, monitoring the data from the second XC-57 aircraft. "Multiple high-speed aircraft inbound from Turkey, heading south at low altitude, fifty-seven miles, Mach one-point-one-fi ve! " The tactical display showed multiple tracks of air targets streaming south from Turkey.

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