The Barrel; Ch. 4

"Heinrich, was hast du?"
"Nichts, nichts, nichts!"
"Was?! Gibt mir das!"
"Ok, aber horst du das?"

Suddenly the small German radar outpost near Frankfurt was completely leveled and became a pile of carbon, concrete, and metal. It was the first stage of the bombing that was soon to hit Frankfurt, the industrial center of Germany.

"Nice hit comrade!"
"I know I'm just that good!"
"You two get off your high horse, that hit was good thanks to our comrades in research and development, all you had to do was push a button."
"Thank you comrade Dmitri downer...jerk."

The T-50 PAKFA was now the backbone of Russian air supremacy. It was the best of Mikoyan and Sukhoi. A flight of T-50's rejoined with the bomber formation. The formation consisted of hundreds of Tu-95's and about 30 Tu-160's loaded with four of the new FOAB fuel-air bombs otherwise known as "the Father Of All Bombs". They also flew with a few old Su-24's fitted with heavy jamming equipment. The large formation approached Frankfurt with anxiety of whether or not the first stage was successful.

Meanwhile in Frankfurt.

"Shit! Sound the alarm!...Why didn't the Germans get this?"
"We lost our radar you cocky Brit!"
"Whatever we need to mobilize, NOW!"
"What's coming?"
"Don't know, but there's a huge ass radar blip!"

With the warning finally out every German Typhoon launched itself into the air not knowing what to target first. The typhoon radar was designed to lock on to multiple targets, but this was ridiculous! All of the sudden their radars lit up behind them, it was a flight of T-50's and they had just switched on their active homing AA missiles. The typhoons tried to turn hard and around the back of the PAKFA's. The T-50's countered by hitting the afterburner, allowing the typhoons to get behind. Then they executed a perfect 180* Kulbit maneuver and launched their new generation missiles. The Typhoons dropped out of the sky like flies.

Just then Hanz was awoken from his sleep.
"Was ist los?!"
"agh...stupid kids and their fireworks...hey you need to shut the hell...what the...?"
When Hanz slammed the door open the air raid sirens began their wining and he looked into the night sky with shear aw. There were hundreds of large aircraft and every minute one would try to evade a large light and then burst into flames. Just when he was trying to understand what was happening an anti-aircraft tank along with half the houses on his street exploded and his ears began to ring. His first thought was to get his family and his shotgun. When he turned around, however, his wife's body lay motionless on the crisp ground that was once his home. He didn't no what to do except hate everything and everyone. In his tattered mental state he loaded the shotgun, bit the muzzle, and pulled the trigger. Just as he performed this act a Tu-95 bomber was shot down and crashed right on that spot assuring that there were no survivors of Hanz's family.

By now the formation was over the city and releasing their payloads. The people ran around the streets frantically trying to find cover in the confusion as air raid sirens blared, bombs made buildings crumble into heaps of pebbles, and thunderous anti-aircraft weapons shot aimlessly into the night sky. The loudness of the Tu-95's turbo-props only made it more hectic. Also, the Tu-160's dropped their fuel-air bombs and kicked their afterburners and dove toward the streets. The fuel-air bombs targeted large populated areas, killing thousands. By this time every gun in the city was being fired upward. Even civilians with shotguns were trying knock the large Russian birds out of the sky.

It was no longer dark by the time the formation exited the airspace. The city was ingulfed in flames. Tracers still lit up the sky in case there might still be something up there and occassionaly a Surface-to-Air-Missile would light up the sky only to not home in on anything...it was a sad site of mass destruction that made the WWII bombings look like an accidental firecracker show.