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erpiece of electronic technology inside; she usually didn't use her active systems。 Radars and radios made electronic noise that an enemy might detect; and the whole idea of the Frisbee was that she didn't seem to exist at all。
Far over their heads on both sides of the border; hundreds of fighter aircraft played a deadly game of bluff; racing toward the border and then turning away; both sides trying to goad the other into mitting to battle。 Each side had airborne radar aircraft with which to control such a battle and so gain the advantage in a war which; though few yet knew it; had already begun。
And we're getting a quick one in; Ellington thought。 We're finally doing something smart! He'd had a hundred missions over Vietnam in the first production F…111A fighters。 The Duke was the Air Force's leading expert on covert low…level missions; and it was said that he could 〃bull's…eye a chuckhole in a Kansas tornado at midnight。〃 That wasn't quite true。 The Frisbee could never handle a tornado。 The sad truth was that the F…19 handled like a pig…a consequence of her ungainly design。 But Ellington didn't care。 Being invisible was better than being agile; he judged; knowing that he was about to prove or disprove that proposition。
The Frisbee squadron was now penetrating the most concentrated SAM belt the world had ever known。
〃Range to primary target is now sixty miles;〃 Eisly advised。 〃All onboard systems continue nominal。 No radars are locked onto us。 Lookin' good; Duke。〃
〃Roger。〃 Ellington pushed the stick forward and dived as they passed over the crest of a small hill; then bottomed out at eighty feet over a wheatfield。 The Duke was playing his game to the limit; drawing on years of experience in low…level attacks。 Their primary target was a Soviet IL…76 Mainstay; an AWACS…type aircraft that was circling near Magdeburg; agreeably within ten miles of their secondary target; the E…8 highway bridges over the Elbe at Hohenroarthe。 The mission was getting a lot hairier。 The closer they got to the Mainstay the more radar signal hit their aircraft; its intensity growing at a square function。 Sooner or later; enough signal would be reflected back to the Mainstay to be detectable; even by curved wings made of radar…transparent posites。 All the Stealth technology did was to make radar detection harder; not impossible。 Would they be seen by the Mainstay? If so; when; and how quickly would the Russians react?
Keep her on the deck; he told himself。 Play the game by the rules you've practiced out。 They had rehearsed this mission for nine days in 〃Dreamland;〃 the top…secret exercise area in the sprawl of Nellis Air Force Base; Nevada。 Even the E…3A Sentry could barely make them out at forty miles; and the Sentry was a far better radar platform than the Mainstay; wasn't it?
That's what you're here to find out; boy 。 。 。
There were five Mainstays on duty; all a hundred klicks east of the inter…German border。 A nice safe distance; what with over three hundred fighters between them and the border。
〃Twenty miles; Duke。〃
〃Right。 Call it off; Don。〃
〃Roge。 Still no fire…control emanations on us; and no search stuff is lingering our way。 Lots of radio chatter; but mostly west of us。 Very little VOX ing from the target。〃
Ellington reached his left hand down to arm the four AIM…9M Sidewinder missiles hanging under his wings。 The weapon…indicator light blinked a lethal; friendly green。
〃Eighteen miles。 Target appears to be circling normally; not taking evasive action。〃
Ten miles to the minute; Ellington puted in his mind; one minute forty seconds。
〃Sixteen miles。〃 Eisly read the numbers off a puter readout keyed to the NAVSTAR satellite navigation system。
The Mainstay would not have a chance。 The Frisbee would not begin to climb until she was directly underneath the target。 Fourteen miles。 Twelve。 Ten。 Eight。 Six miles to the converted air transport。
〃The Mainstay just reversed her turn…yeah; she's jinking。 A Foxfire just swept over us;〃 Eisly said evenly。 A MiG…25 interceptor; presumably acting on instructions from the IL…76; was now searching for them。 With its high power and small arc; the Foxfire stood a good chance of acquiring them; Stealth technology or not。 〃The Mainstay might have us。〃
〃Anything locked on us?〃
〃Not yet。〃 Eisly's eyes were glued to the threat…receiver instruments。 No missile…control radars had centered on the Frisbee yet。 〃ing under the target。〃
〃Right。 Climbing now。〃 Ellington eased back on his stick and punched up full afterburners。 The Frisbee's engines could only give him Mach 1。3; but this was the place to use all the power he had。 According to the weather people; these clouds topped out at twenty thousand feet; and the IL…76 would be about five thousand above that。 Now the Frisbee was vulnerable。 No longer lost in the ground clutter; her engines radiating their maximum signature; the Stealth aircraft was broadcasting her presence。 Climb faster; baby 。 。 。
〃Tallyho!〃 Ellington said too loudly over the inter as he burst through the clouds; and the night…vision systems instantly showed him the Mainstay; five miles away and diving for cover in front of him。 Too late。 The head…on closing speed was nearly a thousand miles per hour。 The colonel centered his gunsight pipper on the target。 A warbling tone came into his headset: the Sidewinders' seekers had locked onto the target。 His right thumb toggled the launch…enable switch; and his forefinger squeezed the trigger twice。 The Sidewinders left the aircraft half a second apart。 Their brilliant exhaust flames dazzled him; but he did not take his eyes off the missiles as they raced for the target。 It took eight seconds。 He looked them all the way in。 Both missiles angled for the Mainstay's starboard wing。 Thirty feet away; laser proximity fuses detonated; filling the air with lethal fragments。 It happened too fast。 Both of the Mainstay's right…side engines exploded; the wing came off; and the Soviet aircraft began cartwheeling violently downward; lost seconds later in the clouds。
Jesus! Ellington thought as he rolled and dived back to the ground and safety。 Nothing like the movies。 The target was hit and gone between blinks。 Well; okay; that was easy enough。 Primary target gone。 Now for the hard part 。 。 。
Aboard an E…3A Sentry circling over Strasbourg; the radar technicians noted with satisfaction that all five Soviet radar craft had been killed within two minutes: it all worked; the F…19 really did surprise them。
The brigadier general in mand of Operation Dreamland leaned forward in his mand chair and toggled his microphone。
〃Trumpeter; Trumpeter; Trumpeter;〃 he said; then switched off。 〃Okay; boys;〃 he breathed。 〃Make it count。〃
Amid the clouds of NATO tactical fighters hovering near the border; a hundred low…level attack fighters broke clear and dove for the ground。 Half were F…111F Aardvarks; the other half 〃GR。 I 〃 Tornados; their wings heavy with fuel tanks and smart bombs。 They followed the second wave of Frisbees; already sixty miles into East Germany; fanning out to their ground targets。 Behind the strike aircraft; all…weather Eagle and Phantom interceptors; directed by the Sentries circling over the Rhein; began to launch their radar…guided missiles at Soviet fighters that had just lost their airborne controllers。 Finally; a third team of NATO aircraft swooped in low; seeking out the ground radar sites that were ing on to replace the radar coverage of the dead Mainstays。

HOHENROARTHE; GERMAN DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC
Ellington circled his target at a thousand feet; several miles away。 It was a double bridge; a pair of concrete arches; each about five hundred yards across; and with two traffic lanes; that crossed the River Elbe in the middle of a gentle S…curve。 Pretty bridges。 Ellington guessed that they dated back to the thirties; since this main road from Berlin to Braunschweig had been one of the first autobahns。 Ole Adolf himself might have driven across these bridges; Ellington reflected。 So much the better。
At the moment; a low…light television in his targeting systems showed them to be covered with Russian T…80 tanks; all heading west。 Ellington evaluated the picture on his television screen。 This could only be the second echelon of the army deployed to attack NATO。 There was an SA…6 battery atop Hill 76 south of the bridges on the east bank; sited there to defend them。 It had to be fully alert now。 His earphones chirped constantly with noise from his threat receiver as the search radars from a score of air…defense batteries swept continuously over his aircraft。 If only one of them got a good return 。 。 。 Pucker factor; Ellington reflected grimly。
〃How's the Pave Tack?〃
〃Nominal;〃 Eisly responded curtly。 Pilot and back…seater were both under enormous stress。
〃Illuminate;〃 Ellington ordered。 In the back seat; Eisly activated the Pave Tack target…illumination laser。
The elaborate Pave Tack gear was built into the Frisbee's drooping nosecone。 Its lowermost part was a rotating turret containing a carbondioxide laser and television camera。 The major used his joystick controls to center the TV picture on the bridge; then unmasked the infrared laser。 An invisible dot appeared in the center of the north span's bridge deck。 A puter system would keep it there un
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