Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
Now, poised there miles above the great air-city, which was itself
poised high over the earth, our great triangle of ships hung like
so many birds of prey for the moment. Beside me Macklin was gazing
downward as tensely as myself, Hilliard beneath with our waiting
gunners, while under my fingers lay the four rows of white buttons the
pressing of each of which would release from our cruiser's bomb-slots
a portion of the immense heat-bombs they held. Poising there in that
tense moment the whole scene was imprinted unforgettably upon my
brain--the gloom of night about us, the vast radiant circle of the
colossal air-city beneath, the patrols swarming over it, the throngs
that filled its streets, excited no doubt over the beginning of the
long-expected war that was to annihilate the American Federation. Then
I spoke one sharp order into the distance-phone and instantly with all
our motors droning suddenly loud our great triangle of cruisers was
diving straight downward upon the radiant air-city beneath!
Down we shot with dizzying speed in that mighty swoop, down with my
own cruiser flashing foremost and with all our others close behind it,
down through miles of space in a flashing moment, it seemed, until
our hurtling wedge of ships had crashed down into and through the
swarming patrols above the city, had driven like light down through
them toward the eastern mass of military structures and cruisers that
was our goal! From all of our ships no single gun sounded nor from the
patrol-cruisers through which we dropped, so stunned were they by our
great crash downward through them. It was as though for that moment a
tense silence had been enforced upon all the world, a silence broken
only by the drone of our motors as we plunged. Then I was aware in a
swift succession of flashing impressions of the white-lit city's towers
and buildings rushing like light up toward us, of the great square
military arsenals and buildings with the gleaming ranks of cruisers
about them, just beneath us. Then as we plunged to within a half-mile
of those buildings and cruisers my own foremost-flashing cruiser
curved forward and, as our down-plunging ships levelled out behind it,
I pressed swiftly a row of the buttons beneath my fingers. The next
moment our cruiser was swaying from side to side as it rushed on, and
down from it and from all the massed ships behind and about us were
plunging thousands of giant, cylindrical heat-bombs!
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