Double Eagle(科幻战争)-第24部分

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have　to　do　tomorrow　morning？”
“No。”
“My　driver’s　taking　me　down　the　coast　to　Madenta　MAB。　There’s　a　pilot　stationed　there　with
the　567th。　His　name’s　Saul　Cirksen。　Seventy…two　kills；　superb　service　record。　I　will　be　inviting　him
to　fill　Harlsson’s　spot。”
“Will　he　accept？”　she　asked。
“If　you　are　invited　to　become　an　Apostle；　Jagdea；　you’re　not　allowed　to　decline。”
She　opened　the　front　door。　The　night　air　was　cold　and　smelled　of　rain。　From　the　drawing　room
behind　them；　the　raucous　singing　swelled　to　a　lusty　chorus。
“Thank　you　for　your　pains；　commander；”　Seekan　said。　“They’re　not　as　unappreciated　as　you
might　think。”
Jagdea　made　a　quick；　clipped　salute。　“Good　flying；”　she　said。
Coast　Highway；　05。50
At　first　he　thought　it　was　a　summer　storm；　glimmering　the　edges　of　the　pre…dawn　sky　with　sheet
lightning。
It　took　him　a　few　moments　to　realise　it　wasn’t。
He　brought　his　heavy　transport　to　a　full　stop；　and　jumped　out　onto　the　rockcrete　surface　of　the
hardtop；　his　scope　in　his　hand。　The　other　seven　trucks　in　the　convoy　grumbled　to　a　halt　behind　him。
The　convoy　was　an　overnight　munitions　delivery　to　Fetona　MAB；　already　overdue。　A　couple　of　the
drivers　sounded　their　horns；　revved　their　stacks。　Finally；　they　dismounted　too。
They　found　Kaminsky　on　the　far　side　of　the　highway；　near　to　where　the　pelmet　of　the　road　track
shelved　away　into　a　dry　creek…bed。　This　area　of　the　Peninsula　was　barren。　Straw　grasses；　fibreweed；
salt　bars　dotting　the　broken　ground。　Even　in　the　cold　half…light　of　dawn；　there　was　nothing　to　spoil
the　view　all　the　way　to　the　Lida　Valley。
Kaminsky　was　winding　his　scope。
“What　the　hell’s　going　on？”　asked　Velligan。
“Kaminsky；　what’s　the　problem？”　said　Anderchek　from　behind　him。
“See　that？”　Kaminsky　asked。　“That　glow？　Fire　patterns。　Towns　along　the　Lida　are　being
bombed。”
Theda　MAB　South；　06。17
There　was　something　big　going　on。　Darrow　had　slept　badly；　aware　of　a　huge　launch　activity　during
the　small　hours。　He’d　been　working　late　on　the　report　Eads　had　asked　him　to　write　up；　and　with　an
hour　and　a　half　to　go　before　his　next　shift　at　Operations；　he　went　out　to　find　Heckel；　to　get　the
major’s　comments　on　the　tangle　they’d　had　with　the　white　bat。
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A　pall　of　exhaust　fumes　hung　in　the　still　air　over　the　field。　The　majority　of　the　base’s　machines
were　gone；　on　sorties。　Darrow　spoke　to　a　Commonwealth　fitter　he　knew；　and　the　man　told　him
bombing　raids　had　begun；　north　of　the　mountains。　River　towns　had　been　hit；　agro…centres；　mills。
Someone　reckoned　the　raiders　had　got　as　far　as　Ezraville。
Everyone　he　passed　looked　pinched　and　worried。　Everyone　was　thinking　the　same　thing。　This
was　the　start　of　the　end。
Even　Commonwealth　reserve　units　like　Quarry　Flight　were　on　standby。　Morose；　in　full　flight
armour；　they　lurked　in　the　dispersal　areas；　waiting　for　the　call。　Wolfcubs　were　being　fitted　to　their
ramps。　Cyclones　were　being　wheeled　out　of　the　housing　barns；　attended　by　fuelling　trucks　and
munition　trains。
“Heckel？”　No　one　had　seen　him；　and　no　one　was　in　the　mood　to　chat　for　long。　According　to　the
posts；　Heckel　should　have　been　amongst　the　standby　pilots。
Darrow　got　a　room　number；　and　headed　down　to　the　blast…proof　hab　block　at　the　west　end　of　the
dispersal　yards。　By　the　light　of　the　dingy　corridor　lamps；　he　found　the　right　door　and　knocked。
“Major？　Major　Heckel？　Are　you　there；　sir？”
He　knocked　again。　“Major　Heckel？　It’s　Darrow。　Have　you　got　a　minute；　sir？”
He　was　about　to　turn　away；　but　an　ominous　feeling　made　him　try　the　door。　It　was　unlocked。
In　the　narrow　room；　the　cot　was　unmade。　There　was　a　clutter　of　papers　and　possessions　on　the
small　desk；　clothes　laid　out　on　top　of　the　officer’s　trunk。　A　camp　chair　lay　on　its　side　in　the　middle
of　the　room。
Major　Heckel　had　hanged　himself　by　a　harness　strap　from　the　ceiling　bracket。
“Oh　God…Emperor！”　Darrow　cried。　He　rushed　forward；　seizing　the　major’s　legs；　struggling　to　lift
him　down　and　ease　the　constriction。　“Help　me！　Someone　help　me！”　he　shouted　out。　He　couldn’t
unhook　the　body。　Heckel　was　a　lead　weight。　Darrow　cried　out　in　frustration。　He　let　go；　found
Heckel’s　kit　knife　in　the　pile　on　the　trunk；　then　righted　the　chair　and　climbed　up；　sawing　at　the
harness　cord。　It　was　aviation　issue；　tough；　designed　not　to　break。　Darrow　yelled　out　again；　and　cut
his　fingers　on　the　knife　as　he　wrenched　it　back　and　forth　against　the　thick　fabric。
“Don’t　you　die！　Don’t　you　die！”　he　bawled。　“How　dare　you　do　this；　Heckel！　How　bloody　dare
you！”
Darrow　was　vaguely　aware　of　two　aviators　coming　in；　drawn　by　his　yells。　He　heard　their
appalled　cries。　They　grabbed　Heckel’s　legs　and　raised　him。
“Cut　it！　Cut　it！”　one　shouted。
“I’m　trying…　I…”
The　harness　parted。　Heckel　fell　heavily　into　the　arms　of　the　other　men；　knocking　Darrow　off　the
chair　and　onto　the　cot。
They　wrestled　the　noose　off　his　neck　and　started　emergency　resuscitation。　Darrow　got　up；　and
dropped　the　knife。　He　knew　they　were　wasting　their　time。　The　lividity　around　the　neck；　the　pallor　of
the　cheeks；　the　cyanotic　blue　of　the　lips。
“You　poor　bastard；”　Darrow　sighed。　“You　poor；　stupid　bastard。”
In　his　efforts　to　perform　chest　compressions；　one　of　the　men　had　dislodged　an　envelope　from
Heckel’s　flight　jacket。　Darrow　picked　it　up。　The　envelope　was　blank；　as　if　Heckel　had　been　unable
to　think　of　anyone　to　address　it　to。　Inside　was　a　single　sheet　of　paper；　inscribed　with　a　single
handwritten　sentence。
May　the　God…Emperor　forgive　me；　I　cannot　do　this　any　more。
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DAY　257
Theda　Old　Town；　07。31
The　service　was　over。　There　had　been　many　more　in　attendance　that　morning；　three　times　the　usual
number　for　the　daybreak　blessing。　Beqa　had　had　to　wait　in　line　to　light　her　candles。　Everyone　was
scared。　You　could　almost　smell　it　in　the　streets。　Everyone　had　been　scared　for　months　now；　of
course；　but　they’d　got　used　to　it；　and　got　on　with　living　through　it。　But　over　the　last　two　nights；　the
fear　had　intensified。
From　the　west　of　the　city；　it　was　possible　to　see　the　fires　in　Ezraville。　Thousands　had　died　in　the
Lida　bombings；　and　the　raids　were　ongoing。　How　long　before　the　bombs　started　falling　on　Theda　as
well？　How　long　before　the　entire　coast　was　on　fire？　How　long？　How　long？　How　long　did　Enothis
have　left？
The　one　shred　of　good　news　had　come　in　the　hierarchy　homily。　It　had　been　officially　confirmed
that　the　first　elements　of　the　retreating　land　armada　had　cleared　the　mountains　and　were　returning　to
the　coast。　There　were　soldiers　coming　home。　She　lit　her　three　votive　candles。　One　for　Gart；　one　for
Eido。　One　for　whoever—
No。　One　for　Viltry。
Over　the　Interior　Desert；　09。07
“If　I’d　just　retreated　from　the　Trinity　Hives；　marched　all　the　way　back　across　the　desert；　not　to
mention　those　mountains；　I　reckon　I　wouldn’t　feel　much　like　fighting　any　more　after　that。”
“You　have　a　point；　Judd；”　Viltry　said　to　his　bombardier　over　the　internal　comm。　Halo　Flight　had
just　passed　over　a　shelf　of　desert　upland　across　which　a　ten　kilometre…long　convoy　of　Imperial
armour　and　weapons…carriers　was　slowly　toiling。
“I　mean；”　Judd　went　on。　“We’re　meant　to　be　holding　the　Archenemy　off　until　the　ground　forces
get　home　and　regroup。　Regroup？　That’s　a　laugh。　They’ll　be　fit　for　nothing。”
“Maybe；”　Viltry　said　lightly。　“Let’s　just　get　on　with　our　job　and　hope　appearances　are
deceiving。”
Greta　was　leading　a　flight　of　six　Marauders。　They　were　travelling　low；　skimming　the　dust　seas；
striving　to　remain　under　the　modar　and　auspex　cones　of　any　land　carriers　hidden　in　the　wastes。
Meanwhile；　recon　Lightnings　were　flying　somewhere　above　at　their　maximum　operational　ceiling；
scoping　for　the　elusive　carriers。　At　any　moment；　Halo　could　be　called　in。
The　desert　formed　an　eerie；　almost　grey　landscape　below　them。　The　shadows　of　the　low…flying
machines　flickered　and　danced　over　the　hard…lipped　dunes；　and　the　breaks　of　rock　and　scree。
Viltry　felt　remarkably　composed。　He　wondered　to　himself　if　Beqa　Mayer　might　have　anything　to
do　with　his　improved　demeanour。
“Contact！”　Lacombe　suddenly　said。　Viltry　stiffened　slightly。
“Eight　marks　at　seven　thousand；　bearing　zero…seven…five。”
Viltry　looked　at　the　scope。　Enemy　machines；　definitely；　heading　south…west；　twelve　or　more
kilometres　away。　Not　a　patrol　sweep。　Their　course　was　too　true；　too　determined。
“Lacombe—get　on　the　vox　and　see　if　Operations　can　give　us　a　back…plot　for　them。”
Over　the　engine　roar；　Viltry　could　hear　his　navigator　talking　on　the　main　vox。　The　internal　cut
back　in　again。
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“They　had　them　on　modar　about　fifteen　minutes　ago；　turning　south　over　the　Makanite　Ridge。”
“They’re　going　home；”　Viltry　said。　“They’re　going　home；　and　they’re　in　a　hurry　because　they’re
right　at　the　limit　of　their　fuel。　Halo　Flight；　Halo　Flight；　this　is　Lead。　Maintain　level；　but　come　about
on　my　mark；　bearing　zero…seven…five。”
The　six　laden　machines　banked　around；　still　hugging　the　sand。　Greta　first；　then　Hello　Hellstorm；
Widowmaker；　Throne　of　Terra；　Consider　Yourself　Dead　and　Miss　Adventure。　Viltry　ordered　all　birds
to　go　weapons…live；　arm　payloads；　and　keep　scanning。
Even　if　they　couldn’t　keep　the　bats　in　visual；　they　had　to　keep　them　on　the　scopes。
Because　they　were　going　to　le