Eric Flint: Ring of fire II

No caps, but it didn't matter. Press Richards had a baccalaureate from Stubborn Like a Mule College. Graduated magna cum laude.

Noelle went out the door.

Regensburg

The Upper Palatinate, under USE imperial administration

"Idiots," snarled Colonel Moritz Kreisler. "We've got at least three Bavarian regiments moving around just the other side of the Danube"-he pointed an accusing finger at the river, as if it were the guilty party-"and they want me to disrupt my disposition of forces in order to hunt down some fucking thieves?"

"I'm just passing on the message, sir," said the radio operator apologetically. "How should I respond?"

Kreisler took a deep breath, controlling his temper. He reminded himself that whatever the legal formalities might be, a message from any figure of authority in Grantville-even a miserable be-damned police chief-had to be handled diplomatically.

"Tell them we received the message." With an effort: "No, thank them for sending us the warning. Assure them we will do everything possible. Emphasize 'possible.' "

After the radio operator left, Kreisler went over to the window of his office and looked down on the Danube passing almost directly below.

They might be using a barge or other rivercraft.

"Oh, marvelous," he muttered, between teeth that were almost clenched. Just at a glance, he could see five such vessels on the river. Four of them were piled high with goods, and two of those were carrying a number of passengers as well. Did the cretins think that merchants and farmers and I-need-to-see-my-poor-uncle-before-he-dies suspended their activity because of a war?

Still, he should do something, just for the record. "Lieutenant Muller!" he bellowed.

His orderly appeared almost instantly.

"Send word to whatever squads are monitoring the river traffic-no, one squad should be enough; and make sure it's a squad right inside the city-I do not want the men watching the river up and down stream to be in the least bit distracted-to keep an eye out for a large party of American traitors-accompanied by a Hungarian officer; probably two or three other soldiers-who might attempt to pass through Regensburg on their way to Austria."

Lieutenant Muller was a little cross-eyed. "Yes, sir. Ah…"

"How should I know what 'American traitors' look like?" the colonel said testily. "Try to spot excellent teeth combined with a shifty expression. But if I were you, I'd concentrate on the Hungarian officer. You know what those look like, don't you?"

Muller practically sighed with relief. "Yes, sir. Of course."

"All right, boys, you heard him," said Corporal Brenner. "Keep an eye out for one of those Hungarian dandies. Can't be hard, since they're even more vain than Austrian noblemen."

As usual, Private Sandler looked confused. Sighing, the sergeant planted a large forefinger on the top of his helmet. "Just look for the plume, Jochen."

Kelly Aviation Facility

Near Grantville, State of Thuringia-Franconia

"Please, Bob. It's the only chance that's left."

Noelle felt like an idiot. Princess Leia, in a movie. Please, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're our only hope.

Bob Kelly shook his head. "But… the authorities…"

"There are no authorities. Not in town that I can reach in time who have the clout to get anything done. But if I get there myself…"

Bob looked from her to one of the planes in the hangar. The one that looked as if they'd been working on it round the clock. Noelle had figured they might be, with Kay up in Magdeburg doing the full court lobbyist's press.

"Well… The Dauntless II is ready to fly, sure enough. But we haven't got it fitted with the bomb attachments yet. The best you could do would be to toss a grenade out the window."

Noelle set her teeth. "Bob, I am not planning to bomb anybody."

He peered at her nearsightedly, over the half-moon glasses he favored. He looked for all the world like a chubby middle-aged elf. Not one of the Tolkien-type heroic and dramatic elves, either. One of the Santa's-helpers elves. Exactly what Noelle was afraid she'd look like at that age if she let her figure go and didn't pay attention to her solemn vows to eliminate all elflike mannerisms.

"Then how do you plan to accomplish anything once you do get there?" he asked.

Good question. But Noelle was not to be thwarted.

"I'll simply summon the garrison to its duty. With an official from Grantville on the scene who's directly involved in the matter, I'm sure that'll be sufficient."

Which was a laugh, from Noelle's past experience with military commanders. They swore by Chain of Command the way other people swore by the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

But she'd deal with that when she got there. First, she had to get there. By nightfall-and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, in late November. They just had enough time.

Fortunately, Lannie piped up. "They do have a landing strip in Regensburg now, boss. Been operational for a month."

Kelly rubbed his jaw. "Kay'll have a fit, when she hears about it."

"Why?" Noelle tried to look as self-assured as she possibly could. She was pretty good at that, actually. "It'll just be another test of the capabilities of the Dauntless line."

She even said "Dauntless" without a waver.

"Well…"

But it was enough, she could tell. Bob Kelly had been smarting for years over the constant jokes about his unfinished planes.

"Yeah, sure. What the hell. The weather's clear and Regensburg's only a hundred and fifty miles away. Be there before sundown, easy. Lannie, take her there. Keenan, you go with them."

Unfortunately, Noelle didn't think to ask about the condition of the radio until they were half an hour into the flight.

"Well," said Lannie.

From the rear seat, Keenan's hand appeared over her shoulder, clutching a map. "I remembered to bring this, though."

Naturally, it was the wrong map.

"Never mind," she said, after checking to make sure-you just never knew with these guys-that the plane did have a functioning compass. "Just head south until we reach the Danube. Then follow it."

"Which way?"

Not. To. Be. Thwarted.

"I'll figure it out when the time comes."

She did, too. It wasn't even hard, since Noelle had a good knowledge of geography and she knew Regensburg was at the crest of a large northerly bend in the Danube. Between that and the compass, she could figure out where they were.

A bit too far to the east, as it happened. Here, the river was coursing southeast.

She pointed upstream. "Thataway."

Regensburg

The Upper Palatinate, under USE imperial administration

Sure enough, the airfield was in good shape. Lannie brought the plane down as smoothly as you could ask for.

The soldiers guarding the field, of course, were practically jumping up and down with fury.

No one had informed them! They should have been notified of the flight plan by the radio!

But at least they weren't suspicious. Everyone knew that practically every country in Europe had started aircraft projects. But except for a handful of commercial craft operating out of the USE or the Netherlands, all the airplanes in existence were still in the USE's air force.

Besides, she'd brought a magic wand.

Documents. Official Documents. Testifying that she was indeed an official for the State of Thuringia-Franconia and never mind exactly what her powers were and where her jurisdiction began and ended.

They even let her take one of the unit's horses to ride into town and summon the garrison to its duty.

"I am afraid that Colonel Kreisler has gone out of the city, checking some new reconnaissance reports. He is not expected to return until tomorrow at the earliest."

Lieutenant Muller clasped his hands behind his back. Allowing for variations, it was the well-known and detestable gesture. As were the capital letters.