Air Battle Force
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In military circles it's known as Air Battle Force—an air combat unit of the future, under the command of aerial warfare expert Major General Patrick McLanahan, capable of launching stealthy, precision-guided firepower to anywhere on the globe within hours. And now McLanahan and his warriors have their first target.
Driven from Afghanistan, the parasitic forces of the deposed Taliban regime have decided to feed on a new host—an isolated, oil-rich Central Asian neighbor that's ripe for the conquering. The battle for control of the world's largest oil deposits has begun, with unsteady alliances forming and opposing forces set to collide. And now a handful of American commandos half a world away, aided by McLan-ahan's unproven robotic warplanes, will have to triumph against overwhelming numbers in a war that nobody—including "friendly" forces at home—wants them to win.
replied. He had launched in the MV-32 Pave Dasher tilt-jet aircraft off the deck of their covert-operations freighter as soon as he saw Patrick's turn inland to pursue the errant StealthHawk. Loaded with extra fuel as well as electronic warfare jammers, Hal and his crew sped inland and established an orbit right along the Pakistan-Iran frontier, then activated their jammers and decoy transmitters. The decoy transmitters made the MV-32 appear a hundred times larger than its actual size
not go mission-ineffective because someone hasn't done the basics." "I'll take responsibility for the mission-effectiveness of myself, my crews, and my planes," Daren said firmly. "Believe me, I know what I'm talking about." He then handed Long a sheet of paper: the completed boldprint emergency-procedures test. He'd done it so quickly that Long didn't even notice he was filling it out as they were talking. Long checked it carefully, but he needed only a moment to realize it was perfect--every
underground parking garage with very low ceilings--it seemed as if every girder and piece of concrete above them was sure to hit the vertical stabilizer, and even with the wings fully swept, the wingtips seemed to pass just a few inches away from the other parked jets. He instinctively ducked his head when approaching a structural crosspiece in the ceiling. Daren saw B-52 bombers as they were towed past, including a couple with huge rounded-nose turrets. "Those must be the Dragons," he said.
assessment on Patrick's multifunction display. She had a lot of experience with the thermium-nitrate explosives and knew that that same mini-Mav missile could take out a main battle tank--"overkill" was a gross understatement when describing a thermium-nitrate warhead hitting a little Toyota pickup. "Pretty awesome weapon." "StealthHawk engaging the second pickup," Patrick said. "Missile two away. . . ." The StealthHawk leveled off two thousand feet above the ground and headed for its second
ferociously. "We're jihadi. We fight for our tribes and for our mullahs, not for a nation. And we sure as hell don't invade other countries, occupy military bases, and capture dams and power plants. And to answer your question--yes, I am scared! I'm scared of any operation that has no real objective! I'm scared of any operation that runs counter to what we have pledged our lives and our future to support and defend! I'm--" "You will be silent, Colonel," Zarazi snapped. "My intentions are plain: