“Do we have any information from the RADIF?”
“They say there are aeroplanes on a bearing of two- six- five.”
“A lot. They could not say more. The rockets have started landing.”
“Torpedoes will be little use against aircraft no matter how few or how many.” Karn commented.
“There must be some ships to follow that many aeroplanes. Try the spotter plane channels.”
The wing continued toward the approaching air fleet, on a pointless intercept. The Corkscrews flanked the plane, holding back until they knew what the plan was.
“Sir, I have the target ship. They have spotted a convoy of landing ships.”
“Can we get to them without having to go through the planes?”
There was a brief conference between the radio operator and navigator. “Two- three- Oh. Though that may take us through the edge of the air fleet.”
“We will need to be on the deck for the torpedoes anyway.” Karn pointed out.
“We will. Radio, tell the Corkscrews what we are planning. They can come with us or carry on.” Harren began banking and descending before the message was even sent. The Corkscrews followed at height to provide cover.
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