The plane had no more than lifted off the runway with Peter and Sammy and the bomb onboard when the first missiles struck, rocking the air with concussions and causing everyone to hit the dirt—and Ank could only pray that he’d made the right decision.
Williams literally read his mind; they could do that now. “The altimeter was the right decision, Ank. Now they won’t have to land and physically place the bomb and we won’t have to fool with that remote detonator. All they have to do is fly over the target and roll the sucker out.”
Williams stood as even more explosions rocked the airfield and everyone scattered—rushing to aid the perimeter battalions, he presumed. “Will you know if it fails?”
Ank clambered to his feet and looked to where the remote detonator lay atop the radio on the comm
