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Flight Seven Nine Three, 24 Muharram,

1538 AH (4 November, 2113)

"There's the castle," said Lee/Ling, looking through the airship's own night vision. "But . . . oh, oh . . . they've got company and there's more on the way."

Matheson, who had more than a little time under fire while praying for air support, answered, "Pity this thing doesn't have a loaded bomb rack, or a 25mm pod."

The Chinese shrugged. "Nothing we can do about that. And the winds here are going to be a pure bitch when I try to hold her steady above the castle walls."

The black nodded, then keyed the earpiece he wore. "Hamilton, Hans, this is Matheson. Report."

"We've got problems here, Bernie. More when I can talk."

Matheson heard the pffft . . . pffft . . . pffft of a silenced submachine gun in his earpiece along with the louder ringing of bullets careening off stone.