the robots attacked.' She took the satchel from him eagerly, even as she discreetly pocketed the test tubes. She decided to keep them hidden. Sky Captain didn't need to know everything — not yet.
As he watched, Polly unfastened the satchel's catch. Inside, she found a stack of papers. Her brows knitted as she leafed through them, understanding only snippets. 'They're in German.'
'We can translate them. At least five members of the Flying Legion — '
Suddenly the frightening wail of air-raid sirens filled the air for the second time in as many days. The bone-rattling tone echoed off houses and buildings. In the neighborhood, some residents frantically switched on lights, while others did exactly the opposite.
'Not again!' Polly said as she and Sky Captain raced to the laboratory window, looking up as searchlights crisscrossed the cloudy sky. They could both hear an ominous droning sound in the distance. Something powerful was approaching fast.
'I have to get back to the base,' Sky Captain said.
Forced to leave the dead scientist behind, Polly grabbed the satchel and stuffed the papers inside. 'I'm coming with you, Joe.'
10
The Fearful Flying Wings. An Unwelcome Passenger. A Signal Located
Back at the Flying Legion's base in the distant hills, Polly's Packard roared onto the airstrip, covered with mud from skidding along the dirt roads. Before she screeched to a complete stop, Sky Captain had already jumped out of the car.
Receiving the alert signal even before New York's air-raid sirens activated, his flight crew had prepped the P-40 Warhawk. They sprinted along with him to the waiting airplane. 'Didn't have time to touch up the paint job on the nose, Cap. Sorry. Looks like one of the painted fangs is chipped.'
'At least tell me you fueled her up and reloaded the ammo.'
The crewman impatiently rolled his eyes. 'Of course we did that, Cap!'
On the airstrips, other planes thrummed, their props spinning, engines warming up. Several members of the Flying Legion had taken off and now patrolled the skies. The surveillance zeppelins lifted higher on their tethers.
Sky Captain shouted questions as he ran, leaving Polly behind. He did not want to be at the tail end of the other mercenary fighters. 'So what is it? What's happening up there?'
'Reconnaissance picked up something on radar traveling at over five hundred knots — and coming straight for us.'
'How soon before it gets here?'
Suddenly, in the sky above, a dozen shapes emerged from the sunset-tinged clouds. The crewman pointed upward. 'Right about now, I'd say, Cap.' Slanted daylight splashed across the sleek metal hulls of flying craft that looked like mechanical vultures.
Obscured by a rippling haze of air distortion, the shapes took on the form of giant silver bats. Perfectly streamlined, as if made of quicksilver, the graceful yet deadly flyers flapped long and narrow wings like mechanized pterodactyls. They made a shrill whistling sound like a pipe sliding through a metal sleeve. The enemy Flying Wings dove forward, blunt noses marred by clusters of 50mm cannons. The black gun barrels extended, then began to spit fire.
Sky Captain scrambled for his plane, stepping up onto the wing and sliding the cockpit canopy aside. 'Time to get going! Remove the wheel blocks.'
The enemy wings swooped down like hawks upon the Legion's airfield. Crewmen ran for shelter into the hangars. Two of the Legion's warplanes screamed down runways and took off. Swooping along with mechanical grace, the fearful enemy flyers spat out heavy machine gun fire. The ammunition struck home in a searing hailstorm that blew up a row of unoccupied aircraft parked on the field. As the Flying Wings rose upward again with an eerie whistle, they left a firestorm in their wake. Row after row of Legion airplanes detonated after the strafing barrage.
'Does everybody know where our secret base is?' Sky Captain muttered as he swung himself into the Warhawk's cockpit. He raced through the takeoff checklist, glancing at the dials and controls as he fastened his helmet and seated his goggles over his eyes.
'Wait a minute, Joe.'
As the enemy Flying Wings raced past for another attack, engaging the Legion fighters already in the air, Sky Captain looked down in astonishment to see Polly climbing the narrow fuselage ladder up after him. 'What are you doing?' He had to shout over the deafening roar of the P-40's engine.
'I'm coming with you!' Another volley of explosions ripped through one of the supply hangars, igniting barrels of aircraft fuel.
'Don't be stupid, Polly. Remember what happened the last time you flew with me?' The chaos and noise all around them made it impossible for him to manage a reasonable tone.
'We had a deal!' She didn't even slow, but kept climbing.
'This isn't a game, Polly. People are going to die! In fact, some of my best men probably already have.'
Determined and beautiful, Polly refused to let go of the rungs, even though the airfield was exploding around her. Howling alarms and roaring engines increased the racket during the bombardment. 'You're not leaving without me, Joe! Not this time! It's my story.'
Sky Captain curled his gloved fist, anxious to go and considering just how much more time Polly could waste with her incessant arguing.
Wings flapping briskly, the alien-looking machines circled around and struck again and again until they succeeded in blowing up the main hangar from which the P-40 had just emerged. Ducking from the backwash of the explosion, he shielded his head from the debris and shrapnel pelting all around them. The tiny impacts on his plane's fuselage sounded like a hailstorm on a metal roof.
Like a swarm of alloy-plated bats, even more of the Flying Wings converged on the Legion's hidden base. Sky Captain gritted his teeth, fuming. No time to argue. 'Get in!'
Polly scrambled up behind him and threw herself into the cockpit's backseat. Sky Captain didn't waste even a second checking on her as he slid the canopy shut. The Warhawk's engine seemed to be screaming a challenge as he accelerated forward, taxiing down the nearest runway.
In the sheltered map room, Dex sprinted toward a massive, blinking communications array. He pushed past several of the radio operators who were frantically trying to coordinate the defense of the base. Taking control, Dex began to flip a series of buttons, causing a jagged signal to appear on another oscilloscope display. He stared at the bouncing radio signal expectantly, adjusting dials to triangulate. An oddly melodic Morse code tone came through the small speaker, sounding similar to what he had heard earlier — only closer.
'There you are!' Dex made a victory fist. 'This'll do it!' He grabbed a headset microphone from one of the pasty-faced radio operators and hurriedly spoke into it. 'Cap, do you read me?'
The sounds of emergency sirens and explosions continued in the background. The lights dimmed briefly from the attack going on outside. It was only a matter of time before the Flying Wings leveled the control hangar — if Sky Captain didn't stop them first.
The Warhawk streaked through the sky in fast pursuit of three Flying Wings. Like superfast metal vultures, the enemy aircraft flapped furiously, pumping with pistons and powerful whistling engines. They wheeled and evaded, reminding Sky Captain of crows on the wing.
'Dodge all you want,' he muttered, forgetting that Polly was sitting behind him, 'but you can't outrun this.' He lined up the nearest quicksilver machine in his crosshairs. His finger hovered over the trigger on his flight stick.
A voice burst over the radio set. 'Cap, this is Dex! Come in!'
He lifted his microphone. 'Hang on, Dex. I'm a little busy.'
