Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
Massed there as they were, the hundred mighty air-cities seemed, even
as the European ones had seemed to me, but one vast plain of metal
towers and streets. As far as the eye could reach, there stretched away
the tremendous forest of those soaring towers, with here and there
rising from them the taller spires of each city's great electrostatic
tower. And, everywhere among those towers, everywhere around the rim
of each great circular air-city and at its center there loomed great
batteries of giant heat-guns; while here and there, on the plazas
of the cities rested the turret-like cubes of the recalled great
air-forts, their own grim heat-guns protruding expectantly. And through
streets and towers, between the batteries and around the air-forts and
across the plazas of the assembled cities, there swarmed the millions
of their peoples, wild with excitement now as the last dread hour
approached. And, massed there above all the great floating cities,
hung grim and motionless the two thousand or more cruisers that still
remained of the American Federation's eastern and western fleets.
It was toward these massed battle-cruisers, at a level somewhat higher
than that of the air-cities, that our own hundred cruisers were
rushing. Over those assembled giant cities we raced, the great mass of
them below us almost hiding the ground beneath. As we shot above them,
I saw now that they had been ranged in a tremendous circle, the great
capital of New York hanging in the center. Across the great ring of
the air-cities we rushed; were racing at last above New York, toward
its own giant power-tower. Then we had reached it, and were sinking
vertically downward, until our hundred cruisers came to rest upon the
central plaza. Here, even as in Berlin, the central plaza was reserved
always for the ships of the First Air Chief and his followers; so that,
although immense crowds now beat through all the streets and plazas
about it, there were none around our hundred ships. And in an instant
Macklin and Hilliard and I were out of that which had brought us and
hastening across the clear space toward the static-tower's base.
Preparations
On past its guards and through the ante-rooms we strode, and in another
moment were in the office of the First Air Chief. There was unfamiliar
apparatus among the great switchboards of its walls, I noted as we
entered. The First Air Chief himself had risen from his great table-map
as we entered and was coming toward us; beside him, another figure,
whom I recognized instantly as Connell. Then both of them were grasping
the hands of Hilliard and of myself.
"Brant!" Yarnall was exclaiming: "I got Macklin's report of your escape
and his rescue of you--man, but I'm glad that you got free! And it was
what you did there in Berlin, what you did to help Connell and Macklin
escape, that has enabled us to use Connell's knowledge and fit our
air-cities for the coming battle!"
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