Under the original attack plan, Germany’s Tornados were expected to attack all American missile defense ships ahead of the ASMPs — clearing a path for the nuclear-tipped missiles. Now, instead of saturating the carrier’s defenses, the three surviving planes aimed for the keystone, and hoped that would be enough.
While the Germans had been passing information to the French planes, they had also used their radars to locate the picket missile cruiser. With its location, course, and speed locked into their computers, they’d plunged to the deck. Howling in only fifty meters above the waves, the Tornados were below
Their computers knew where she was, though, and guided them toward the target. Just over thirty miles out, HUD indicators prompted the crews to fire. The Tornados popped up, climbing to five hundred feet. First one missile, then a second, left each Tornado.
Gratefully the Germans turned away, beginning a long and perilous journey back to base.
A dozen miles overhead, the five ASMPs sped on.
“New raid, bearing one six three, correlates with the Tornados we saw earlier. Probable prelaunch maneuver.”
The captain turned his head to look at the TAO, but his attention was still concentrated on coping with the first threat they’d detected.
“If they’ve fired Kormorans, Skipper, we won’t see them until they’re twenty miles out — about one minute from now.
“Then tell
The TAO replied, “I estimate five-plus missiles, sir. She probably can’t do it alone.”
Protecting
The lieutenant at the missile console announced, “Birds away.” A rippling roar from fore and aft confirmed his statement.
At each end of the ship, a massive twin-armed missile launcher swung back down to near level. In the metal skin of the ship just behind them, small doors opened up and needle-nosed missiles slid out quickly, belying their ton-and-a-half weight. Now carrying a three-ton load, the launchers slewed up and out again.
It took about thirty seconds for each launcher to go through its reloading cycle. In that time,
Her SM1 missiles had a hard time with the sea-skimming Kormorans. The German missiles hugged the wavetops, only a man’s height above the water. At that height, the water itself returned an echo to the missile’s seeker.
The first salvo of
The German seaskimmers were much closer now. As
The second group of four SAMs from
So far
The Kormorans were only seconds from impact.
Two missiles hit, slamming into her port side — one in the after deckhouse, the other near the bridge. Each carried nearly five hundred pounds of explosive moving just under the speed of sound.
Sections of
Ships in the inner screen were now in firing range. In a ragged salvo, an Aegis cruiser on the far side of the carrier, a
Twenty miles out, at thirty thousand feet, one of the American missiles hit home.
Unlike the other French missiles, this ASMP had gotten close enough to arm itself. “Salvage-fused,” it sensed its own death and detonated.
Sailors who hadn’t yet taken cover belowdecks saw a bright sphere, the size of a small coin, appear in the sky — glowing like a weak red sun.
There wasn’t any real danger at that distance. After averting their eyes from the initial flash, everyone stared at the angry symbol of Armageddon. Twenty seconds later, a sudden puff of warm wind swept past — the only tactile sign of temperatures and pressures that had briefly rivaled the sun itself.
Admiral Gibierge’s masterstroke had failed.
Ward was busy with the search-and-rescue efforts and the air battle’s aftermath. The fireball had almost dissipated by the time he stepped outside. Off to the southeast, the sky was littered with shredded white smoke trails, while a black column of smoke closer in marked
They’d been damn lucky, he thought. He’d made an unexpected move, caught the enemy off guard, and come out relatively intact. They’d lost one cruiser, about twenty fighters, but they’d decimated EurCon air power. It had cost the lives of about five hundred sailors and airmen, he reflected sadly, but without the victory they could have lost many times that number.
Another missile ship was already steaming over to take
Better yet, the carrier