CARRIER 4: FLAME-OUT By Keith Douglass

dropped his nose and started diving. The high yo-yo was one of the classic

fighter moves, and this time it went off with textbook precision. The Tomcat

settled in squarely on the MiG’s six. The reticule centered on the enemy

plane. “Tone! I’ve got tone!” He fired his second Sidewinder. “Fox two!

Fox two!” It raced toward its target trailing smoke and fire.

0919 hours Zulu (0819 hours Zone)

CIC, U.S.S. Thomas Jefferson

Northwest of the Outer Hebrides

“Goddamn them!” CAG Stramaglia exploded. “What the hell is happening up

there?”

He had listened to the radio traffic in disbelieving horror as the

situation had unfolded. From that first call of “I’m hit!” it had taken

almost no time at all for a full-fledged aerial battle to erupt.

“Sir?” A young crewman was looking up from one of the consoles at him.

“Sir … it’s the admiral.”

He picked up a handset. “Admiral. Stramaglia here.”

“What’s the situation, CAG?” Tarrant’s voice was level but strained.

“We don’t know what started it, Admiral,” Stramaglia said carefully.

“But the Bear and one of our planes are both out of action, and the rest are

in a furball.”

“Goddamn,” the admiral said, echoing Stramaglia’s feelings. There was a

pause. “All right, CAG. Pull those Tomcats out of there. Fast. There’s

going to be hell to pay for this one.”

“Aye, aye, sir,” he answered slowly.

He replaced the handset and reached for the radio microphone.

0919 hours Zulu (0819 hours Zone)

Tomcat 201 Redwing Flight

The Russian tried to evade again, but this time the Sidewinder got a

piece of him. Coyote watched as the MiG started coming apart. Somehow the

pilot had time to eject.

“Splash one!” John-Boy said.

“Good chute! I’ve got a good chute from the Soviet!” Coyote added.

His threat warning buzzed. “The other guy’s coming down on us,” Nichols

announced. “He’s at five o’clock!”

“Fox two! Fox two!” That was Batman’s voice, announcing another

Sidewinder attack. Coyote threw his plane into a sharp right turn, hoping

that even if the missile didn’t tag his opponent it would at least keep the

Russian busy enough to allow him to turn the tables.

“No good! Missed the bastard!” That was Malibu, sounding distinctly

unlike a laid-back surfer now.

“Where is he, John-Boy?” Coyote asked. He scanned the sky through the

canopy, searching for the MiG. “I’ve lost him.”

“One o’clock! One o’clock high!” Nichols shot back.

Coyote spotted the MiG. “All right, Ivan, I’m tired of this game.” He

pulled back on the stick and went to full afterburner. “Batman, let’s nail

this sucker so we can go home!”

“Ninety-nine aircraft! Ninety-nine aircraft!” That was CAG’s voice

giving the code that signaled the message was for all planes. “Break off and

RTB. Repeat, return to base!”

“Is he kidding?” Lieutenant Baird asked. “Five to one odds and he wants

us to run?”

“I think there was an up gripe about my radio in the last maintenance

log,” Sheridan added rebelliously. “I’m having a lot of trouble reading them

back at home plate.”

“All aircraft return to base. Acknowledge.” Stramaglia sounded

insistent … angry. But whether it was at the grumbling or at the orders he

was required to give, Coyote couldn’t be sure.

“You heard the man,” Coyote said. “Break off! Break off! Herd them out

of here, Batman! I’ll stay on him until you’re clear.”

“Roger, Two-oh-one.” Even Batman, who should have known better, sounded

like he was plotting mutiny. But the dots representing Ajax Flight on his VDI

were turning away, heading back toward the carrier. That left only the MiG to

worry about.

He almost hoped the Russian would give him an excuse to finish the job.

0920 hours Zulu (0820 hours Zone)

Misho Leader

South of the Faeroe Islands

Captain Second Rank Terekhov gaped at his radar display, unable,

unwilling to believe what it showed. Why were the Americans breaking off?

They’d outnumbered him, out gunned him. Yet at the moment when they could

have destroyed his aircraft four of them had turned away, and the fifth was

doing nothing to close in for a kill.

“Cossack, this is Misha,” he said on the carrier control frequency.

“Enemy has discontinued action. Request instructions. Over.” Part of him

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