Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
Onward and down toward the mighty city shot our fleet, and as Macklin
and Hilliard gazed down with me we saw the cruisers that landed upon
the white-lit plazas across the immense floating city surrounded at
once by joyful crowds, their weary crews carried high on shoulders.
The whole great city, indeed, was rejoicing, though that rejoicing was
not extravagant, being tempered by the knowledge that it was but the
first attacks of the European and Asiatic Federations and that other
and greater attacks might be expected to follow soon. So although the
great city blazed with lights as our fleet slanted down toward it, its
great towers and pinnacles and pyramids seeming like magic palaces of
radiance floating there in the night of the upper air, yet its great
watchful searchlights stabbed and circled still, and there came and
went still high above it and to north and east and south the humming
patrols, on guard now and challenging every craft that approached the
city.
Then our cruiser was landing, and Macklin and Hilliard and I were
emerging from it with our crew, mindless of the shouting crowds that
surrounded every landing plaza, stumbling in our utter weariness
through those crowds to our barracks, to fall into a stupor-like sleep
of utter exhaustion....
The Respite Ended
It was the middle of the afternoon when we awoke, more than a score of
hours later. Our quarters lay in one of the uppermost levels of the
great barracks-tower, and as I rose and after dressing joined Macklin
and Hilliard at the window, we could see far out over the air-city's
great expanse. Above us blazed the afternoon sun shining on numberless
patterned windows of all the gigantic metal towers about us. Far
overhead there still hummed and flashed the ceaseless patrols, still
watchfully hovering above and around New York. Beneath, on the city's
landing plazas, there rested still the hundreds of cruisers of our
returned fleet, and now we saw that upon the great central plaza where
our own ship lay there were gathered now some two hundred and fifty
of our twelve hundred and fifty ships, and that about these central
ships were swarming a great horde of mechanics and attendants; caring
for and inspecting their great motors, filling the liquid-air tanks
that supplied constant breathable air, refilling their magazines with
shining masses of heat-shells.
I turned puzzled toward the other two. "Strange that they should be
giving such swift attention to those two hundred and fifty cruisers," I
said.
Macklin nodded, frowning. "And our cruiser among them," he commented.
"One would almost think that--" He stopped short as our door snapped
open and an attendant stepped inside, saluting.
"Captain Martin Brant to report at once to the First Air Chief's
headquarters in the tower," he said, "and all cruiser officers and
crews of Squadrons 1 to 4 to rejoin their ships at once!"
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