Lost Freeway
Banned
Prologue
December 29, 1944
The Atlantic Ocean, 150 miles southeast of New York City
Konteradmiral Erich Bey watched the Ju-87s and Bf-109s come up from the hangar. The deck of the Peter Strasser was alive with sailors and aircrew. Everybody knew the future of the Reich hung on this operation. This was the last chance to destroy the Western Allies' will to fight before they overwhelmed Germany. The crew of the Strasser had braved impossible odds just to get within striking distance of the American East Coast.
One by one, the planes lifted off from the deck of the carrier, heading towards New York City. The Stukas carried a special payload, one Bey hoped would shock the United States enough that it would lose its stomach for the war. The pilots knew their chances of successfully carrying out their strike-let alone coming back-were 100 billion to one, but it was a small price to pay for the preservation of the Reich.
As soon as the last Stuka disappeared over the horizon, the Strasser's air search radar picked up a large strike moving in from the north.
The Peter Strasser's time had run out.
The Atlantic Ocean, 150 miles southeast of New York City
Konteradmiral Erich Bey watched the Ju-87s and Bf-109s come up from the hangar. The deck of the Peter Strasser was alive with sailors and aircrew. Everybody knew the future of the Reich hung on this operation. This was the last chance to destroy the Western Allies' will to fight before they overwhelmed Germany. The crew of the Strasser had braved impossible odds just to get within striking distance of the American East Coast.
One by one, the planes lifted off from the deck of the carrier, heading towards New York City. The Stukas carried a special payload, one Bey hoped would shock the United States enough that it would lose its stomach for the war. The pilots knew their chances of successfully carrying out their strike-let alone coming back-were 100 billion to one, but it was a small price to pay for the preservation of the Reich.
As soon as the last Stuka disappeared over the horizon, the Strasser's air search radar picked up a large strike moving in from the north.
The Peter Strasser's time had run out.