The Lucifer Crusade (Wingman, No 3)
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With the Circle War finally over and the Russian invaders defeated, Hawk Hunter, a jet fighter ace known as the Wingman, sets out to bring the depraved Viktor Robotov, an international terrorist, to justice, following a deadly trail that takes him to the embattled Middle East. Original.
he was talking about. “The Problem” was that the Westerners had information that a large invasion force was being put together in Scandinavia by the Soviets. Once assembled, this force—which was made up of terrorist armies and mercenary forces—was to be put on ships and sent to invade the east coast of the American continent, linking up with the weakened Circle Army and cementing the Soviet hold on the eastern half of America. Thus the overall and very ambitious goal of the Western Forces was to
causing him to dip the starboard wing slightly. 200 feet. Down a little more. His speed was just 120 knots. He throttled back on Yaz’s suggestion. 150 feet out. He could see the two arresting cables now. He would try for the first one. Missing that, he could always hope to snag the second one. If that were unsuccessful, he would be swimming for his life in the dark waters of the Med. “OK, major,” Hunter heard Yaz say. “You’re looking good. Down just a hair. One hundred feet to go. Throttle back.
way that it might be carrying a kamikaze-type load of explosives. The only thing unusual was that the plane carried extra-large fuel tanks under its wings. The pilot was also requesting permission to land on the carrier. Hunter put in a call to Heath, who was up in the CIC in seconds. “God knows who he is or what he wants,” Hunter told him. “But it may be important. The large fuel tanks tell me he’s flown a long way.” “He’s taking one hell of a risk if it’s all just a joke,” Heath said,
British accent. “Ready to put on a stranglehold. We’re in trouble if we are in the noose. Those small missile ships alone could really muck us up.” “And we have to assume they are allies of Lucifer,” Hunter said. “No one with fleets of this size could survive this far east in the Med without playing footsies with that snake.” “They are still twenty-five miles off in each direction and moving fairly slow,” Heath said. “If we start turning to the southeast now, and tell O’Brien to go full speed
more will blow in anyway. So, he figured the Soviets were just about at the end of their rope about now. This would also work to his advantage. He found the Nile and turned north. This would be a backdoor operation all the way. The weapons dispenser attached to the 16’s belly carried hundreds of small but deadly bomblets, each packing the punch of a large HE grenade. The dispenser—a device custom-made for destroying runways and such—would be particularly effective against the Soviet choppers,