An hour later, he was reluctantly coming to the conclusion that he’d guessed wrong. The enemy wasn’t coming from the north, as he had suspected. He’d swept the entire quadrant, going as far north as he dared, and hadn’t seen a damned thing, except empty sea.
Perhaps they’re not coming at all, Jesse thought as he flew back toward Wismar. Maybe they’ve gone on to Rostock, or something.
He was perhaps forty miles away from the town when he heard a partial radio call from what he surmised was the fishing boat.
“They come! The Danes come!” an excited voice said.
Despite his own jumpiness, Jesse tried to calm the disembodied voice.
“Station calling, this is the Belle II. Please identify yourself and give your location, over.”
The reply was immediate, if only a little more helpful. “This is the Elizabet, on the port tack, west of Wismar. The Danish fleet is two leagues to the west of us with the wind on its port quarter. We’re coming about. Uh, over.”
Jesse puzzled over the Elizabet’s message, but only for a moment. So much for airborne reconnaissance.
“Roger, Elizabet. Belle II understands and will relay your message. Break, break, Outlaw, this is Belle II. Did you copy the Elizabet?
“Negative, Colonel.” Jesse recognized Cantrell’s voice. “We only copied your transmission. Say again, Elizabet’s message.”
Jesse passed the message while looking at the conditions in Wismar Bay. The fog had burned off, just as he had predicted. He ended with a request.
“Outlaw, request you send someone to the airfield. Inform Lieutenant Richter that Colonel Wood directs him to take off and assist the defense of Wismar. I will land, load rockets, and return as soon as I can.”
Hans must have been listening in the Belle I.
“No need, Colonel. I am rolling now.”
“Roger, Belle I. Good hunting.”
“I wish Jack were here,” Larry muttered as the Outlaw went purring out of the harbor.
“You and me both,” Eddie agreed. He stood in the well between the cockpit’s two consoles, peering ahead through a pair of binoculars. Then he lowered the glasses and looked at his friend. “Sorry, Larry! Didn’t mean to sound like I don’t trust you, or anything. It’s just—”
“Just that we both want him to be okay . . . and that he’s a hell of a lot better at this than I am,” Larry finished for him with a grin which combined nervousness with true humor. “That’s the same reason I wish he were here, dummy.”
“That’s ‘Dummy, sir,’ from you, Lieutenant!” Eddie corrected him. They both laughed, and if the strength of their laughter owed itself to the tension coiling deep inside them, that was their business.
Eddie raised the binoculars again, sweeping them back and forth. They ought to be seeing something soon, he told himself, and wondered again if he’d made the best available dispositions.
The sheer speed and power of the Outlaw, even with Larry at the wheel instead of Jack, made it the logical choice for the first strike at the enemy. The Chris Craft and the Century were tagging along behind, but they were there strictly for backup this morning. The Chris Craft carried an eight-cell launcher like the one on the Outlaw’s foredeck, but the Century had only a six-cell launcher . . . and neither of them carried any reloads. They were both slower than the Outlaw, as well. So the plan was to use the Outlaw to attack the enemy and the other two speedboats as threats. After all, the Danes could hardly be expected to recognize the differences in the capabilities of up-time power boats, so the Chris Craft and the Century ought to seem just as dangerous and threatening to them as the Outlaw.
Of course, if everything went perfectly and the Danish formation came unglued, the other two boats could certainly close in, as well. But for right now, Eddie would settle for just convincing the Danes to hesitate long enough for General Aderkas’ reinforcing column to reach Wismar.
“I see them.” Eddie lowered the glasses again as Hans’ voice came from the Outlaw’s radio. He looked up at the airplane buzzing steadily along above them. Jesse was still on the ground at Wismar, refueling while the understrength ground crew mounted rockets on the improvised hard points, but Hans sounded confident.