Still, he could see his target, the great Scarlet Beast that was moving through the ridges east of Jerusalem. His aircraft was armed with retarded 500 kilogram bombs fitted with fuze extenders. The reports from Hell Had been very clear. It was hard to kill the daemons and angels but massive damage and bleeding out would do the trick. With a little luck, his six bombs would do that. If they didn’t, there were four more Skyhawks behind him who would take their turn. They were taking off as fast as they could be armed, each pilot desperate to get to the scene in time to save the city.
Gerev rolled out of level flight and started the long dive down towards the Scarlet Beast in front of him. Looking more carefully, he could see that the Beast had an angel on its back, her red and purple robes streaming back as her mount loped along. Well, that made things more interesting. He kept his Skyhawk under careful control, she was an old lady and had already reached the end of her years. Pushing her too hard would be a terminal mistake and this wasn’t the time to make such errors.
As a matter of fact, it didn’t matter. The Skyhawk was too old and too slow for the job it was being asked to do. Making its bomb-run at subsonic speeds, the scream of its engine could be heard well before it was within drop range of its target. Sitting on the back of the Scarlet Beast, Dumah heard the noise and saw the jet approaching. Her mind focussed on it and she summoned her strength to emit a trumpet blast that rocked the clouds and shook the dust in the cracks of the rocks.
The old Skyhawk couldn’t take the shock. The trumpet blast crushed its structure as thoroughly as any mechanical scrapping equipment could have done. It folded up and disintegrated in mid-air, trapping Gerev in his cockpit. He was still there when the wreckage plowed into the ground just outside Jerusalem.
Triumph joined the exhilaration that came from riding the Scarlet Beast. Dumah reached forward and scratched it between some of its ears. “Well done Fluffy. We’ll show them how humans should be treated, right?”
Then Dumah looked ahead of her. A small group of humans had formed up around some green vehicles and they were firing on her. She lifted her golden goblet to her lips and blew hard, sending a stream of dust-like smoke towards their positions. The men vanished under it and by the time it cleared, they were dead. sprawled out on the ground. As Fluffy galloped over the scene, one of his paws crushed the vehicle into fragments. Ahead of them, Jerusalem was wide open.
Chapter Thirty Nine
Over Los Angeles, California
“Just where the blazes is he?” Commander Mike Wong pulled his F-18H around, allowing its radar to scan the volume over Los Angeles. An older radar would have been swamped with returns, so many aircraft were crowding into the airspace over the City. But, the AESA radar could cope with the workload and, in any case, they had a E-3 AWACs up controlling the air battle. Or what would be the air battle if they could find somebody to battle against.
“Not up here, Squid.” The voice on the radio was gently mocking. An Air Force pilot taking the opportunity to goad his naval equivalent.
“Cut the unnecessary chatter.” The controller in the AWACs bird snapped the order out. “We’ve got enough to do making sure you hot-shots don’t fly into each other.”
“Say again, Coronet, he’s not up here. All contacts are accounted for. He’s got to be on the ground. Unless he’s already made a run for it.”
“Negative on that Dolphin-One. Ground reports the attack is still continuing, First deaths are being reported now.”
Wong’s mouth twisted as he pulled his F-18 into another turn. The theory was that the deaths from a Uriel attack would be exponential, a mere scattered handful at first but picking up numbers quickly as people’s strength gave out. “If he is on the ground, he could be anywhere. We’ve got a real problem here.”
Aboard E-3G “Coronet”, Over Los Angeles
It was lucky Coronet had just arrived from the upgrade facility with her new displays and data processing computers. She’d been sent to Edwards for testing before the rest of her kind were pulled in for similar upgrades. Now, even the advanced data handling capability was being strained as far as it would go.
“The Squid is right, Sir. He just isn’t up here. He’s got to be on the ground somewhere.” Captain John Lacrosse stared at the displays showing the aircraft orbiting Los Angeles. He had a strange feeling that he was looking at Uriel’s location right then, but he just lacked the insight to dig the answer out of the data. “Colonel, let’s assume he is on the ground right?”
“We can take that as being pretty definitive.”
“Well, he usually flies over the target but he’s learned that’s just too unhealthy for him. So, he’s going to do the next best thing. Find himself some high ground and look down from there.”
Colonel Findel thought that one over. “Do we know Uriel’s capability is line-of-sight?”
“Do we know it isn’t?”
“The DIMO(N) network location on the portal just said Los Angeles, it wasn’t specific as to where. I don’t think its accurate enough for that. Uriel’s down there somewhere. Even on the roof of a building.”
“Doubt that Sir. Everybody with a heavy-caliber hunting rifle would be shooting at him. What we need is a display that shows us where the effects of the attack are being felt. That’ll give us an idea. Problem is, we can’t do it. Our equipment isn’t set up that way. Now if we had a JSTARS here it could be different. They’re built to give land pictures.”
Findel stared at the displays of the fighters circling the city, then glanced down at the brilliant lights of the city below. Finally, the penny dropped. “We have got a display, we’ve got the biggest one ever built.”
The communications center was a few feet further forward from where he was standing. He took the few paces needed and patched through to the emergency control center on the ground.
“Report center? We need help up here. Uriel’s grounded and we can’t find him. We need to know what parts of the city are under attack and which ones are not…… Yes, killing the lights in the unaffected part of the city will do fine. Just a minute or two should do it.”
Down below, the lights covering more than half the city winked out. The E3Gs electro-optical system recorded the picture and by the time the lights came on again, the image was displayed in the airborne command center. The computers had superimposed a map on the image. Findel looked at it. Everything north of a line from Pico Rivera to Culver City was blacked out. So was everything east of a line from La Habra to Huntington Beach.
“So it is line of sight.” Captain Lacrosse was relieved that his guess had been right. “And the only place that can give us that pattern is here, Hacienda Heights. If he was on Beverly Hills, he’d be hitting the whole coastline, not just this segment of it. And if he was south by lake Irvine, we’d have more coverage east. It has to be Hacienda Heights. All we need is to flush him out.”
“We can do that. If we assume he’s in an unpopulated bit, it has to be around here, by Turnbull Canyon. Get those two Bones on the line. We won’t flush him out, we’ll blast him out.
Harvelles Blues Club, 4th Street, Santa Monica, Los Angeles, California
People were weakening, slowly but surely. Fantasia could see it and feel it within herself. The animals weren’t doing so well, a tank of fish had already died and were floating on the surface of their aquarium. The reptiles were doing just as badly, the snakes and lizards were dead or dying. Looking around, she could see the dogs were doing best but even they were in grave distress, drooling helplessly and whimpering. There was a distinct pattern, the animals that bonded best with humans were surviving, those that did not were dying. As her drinks tray was refilled, Fantasia had a flash of insight, was the time-honored alliance of man and dog a relic of the time when both had sheltered together against the fury of a Uriel attack?