Chapter Two Thousand Ninety-Nine
15th October 1971
Curicó, Maule, Chile
“There are two truths that are working for us here” Manny said when he had explained the new plan to the others. “The first is that every South American city of any size seems to have been built around a local garrison and the second is that there is one thing that no General can resist. Chewing out a subordinate with an audience”
The original plan had been to shoot the General north of the city as he passed through on his inspection tour. That plan was toast as soon as they had spotted the Chilean Army’s 3rd Mountain Division. The new plan that Manny had come up with was better in that it killed two birds with one stone, and it revolved around the strange package that had arrived the day before. The item inside had been what looked at first like a video camera, the thing was it was no video camera.
Manny still intended to “shoot” the General, just not with a rifle. The item in question fired a laser beam, which Christian had thought was a joke at first. Until Manny explained that the laser wasn’t the weapon, it guided the weapon that had been dropped from somewhere high overhead. Still, that sounded like something from science fiction. Apparently, it wasn’t an accident that they had not heard of this before, few outside of Wunsdorf had.
That was why they had worked their way to the wire at the edge of the airfield that housed the local garrison and were watching as a Packard Limousine stopped and a man who you tell was an asshole just by the way he walked got out after the door was opened for him and he started berating another man.
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The Second World War had shown the value of high-flying recon planes that could loiter over the area and observe what was happening on any given battlefield. The recon plane in question looked like a large pencil with almost comically long wings. The fuel and engines were in wing mounted pods to reduce volume inside the fuselage. While orbiting satellites had cut into their mission somewhat, they still provided a valuable service. There was also one more secretive mission that they had perfected in recent years involving technology that no one else in the world had and the High Command was interested in keeping it that way. However, a high value target had presented itself and a field test was in order.
“Rook, we are nearing waypoint omicron” Oxcart, the pilot, said into the radio. “Are we to proceed?”
“Oxcart, Gold Three is in position” Rook said, “Mission is a go.”
Oxcart heard that. This Gold Three must have massive balls to be so deep in enemy territory and play the role of forward air controller. Better him than me, Oxcart thought to himself as he flipped the switch to arm the heavily modified AS500 that was in an unused camera bay.
As soon as they reached the waypoint, the bomb automatically fell free of the plane and started the twenty-three-kilometer fall to earth. It swiftly accelerated past the speed of sound in the cold, thin air. The two fuses on the nose and tail armed automatically as the aircraft that had dropped it passed out of range. Passing through layers of clouds, it was buffeted by turbulence and would have been knocked off course, except the seeker in the nose fed the fins correcting information. Then it “saw” the thing it was designed to seek. A single point of bright infrared light…
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Manny understood Generals, he had three of them in his family, his father, Aunt Katherine, and Uncle Stefan. When he had studied Augusto Pinochet, he had seen the same sort of arrogance that all three of them were certainly capable of. So, when he learned about the presence of a contingent of the 3rd Mountain Division, he had seen an opportunity within the crisis. Namely that this Regiment was somewhere that it wasn’t supposed to be and when General Pinochet questioned the Commanding Officer, he would probably get a vague comment about Presidential orders. If the CO were in on Allende’s plans in any way, he couldn’t exactly tell the truth, now could he.
Manny looked through the scope of the Laser Designator watching the two men. Pinochet was ripping the Officer, who Manny assumed held a Rank that was equivalent to Oberst, a new asshole as the men around him stood at attention, looking uncomfortable. He had the laser aimed right at the hood of the General’s car. With Pinochet just a few meters away, it wouldn’t matter if the shot hit him directly or not. Manny remembered a phrase the Green Beret had used to describe situations like this when he had trained with them in Upstate New York. Horseshoes and hand grenades. He heard Ralf tell him that the shot was incoming but was focused on the task at hand. When Tilo had told him about this technology and how it was part of the contingency plan, he had hardly been able to believe it. Still, there he was.
Manny only caught a glimpse of it, a black streak that crossed his field of vision so fast that it was gone before his mind even had time to register it. He released his breath the same way that he would have with a rifle shot out of long habit. The limousine and the men around it who were standing around it on the tarmac vanished in the same instant.