Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
But now we were reaching our goal, the giant Berlin that hung there
in the enemy's circle with all its mighty batteries thundering again
our doomed cities. Down toward it our cruisers swiftly rushed, unseen
by any in the wild confusion that swept that city below us; down
until we saw plainly the terrific spectacle of thundering batteries
and wildly-rushing men. Here and there were heat-shells bursting and
flaring in dazzling death, as the guns of our own cities roared savage
answer. Down toward it moved our ships, now hardly more than a score
in number, until there loomed just beneath us, that mighty central
static-tower in which we had been so recently imprisoned! As we shot
down toward it I beheld a glass ball above its tip, recognized that as
similar in purpose to the periscopic screens on our own tower's tip,
and then we had shot down past it, until our score of cruisers hoved
beside the great tower's side, at the fifth level.
Hovering there in that moment beside the tower, with all the wild
confusion raging beneath, and the plaza below still empty, we were
still unseen by any beneath, by any in the great batteries that were
thundering all around that plaza. Poised there in the darkness, we
could see that the windows beside us were bright-lighted; that guards
were swarming in the static-tower's upper levels, rushing to and
fro. Then as our cruiser's door swung open, just level with a window
beside us, Macklin and Connell and Hilliard and I were springing forth
from that door and across the narrow gap, through that window, our
heat-pistols ready in our hands! And at the same moment there burst
after us our crew, and from all the windows around that level, from all
the cruisers hovering beside those windows, a stream of black-uniformed
Americans with heat-pistols in hands were pouring into the tower's
fifth level!
Instantly the guards in that level were snapping their own weapons
up toward us; but before they could fire a score of cartridges from
our pistols had flicked and flared among them. As they sank lifeless
in scorched, burned heaps of flesh we were racing through the other
rooms and corridors of that level, killing the guards in it with our
heat-pistols, the surprise of our attack taking them unawares. So awful
was the drumming of the titanic battle all around and outside, that no
alarm of our presence penetrated to the levels above and below us, and,
now with the last of the guards wiped from that fifth level, I turned
toward my three companions.
"Connell and Hilliard! Take half our men and find your places here in
the tower, keeping anyone in its upper levels from getting farther down
than this! Macklin, watch with our cruisers outside--at this low height
the batteries around the plaza can't reach the ships, can't pivot
toward you--and be ready to keep anyone from getting into the tower
from outside!"
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