Unity Congress in Geneva.”
The woman’s expression went Irish somber as she looked down at her Tactical Display panel in the Battle Module. “The Unity Congress is located in the New Building, Library, old Palais des Nations core structure, Building D, Building S and in the nearby Musée Ariana . They are surrounded by the Parc de l’Ariana and the Botanical Garden that separates them from the shore of Lake Geneva.”
Jack nodded to the woman who understood that some civilians, even some children, might die in the impending attack. She was a grandma after all. But she was also a blooded battle veteran of the First Belter Rebellion. “All ships, fire antimatter at those buildings and the park area until the waters of Lake Geneva fill the landscape. Now!”
The true-light image of the ancient city of Geneva expanded in the ship’s scope view to a size large enough to show the roofs of the buildings that made up the Unity Congress. He gave thanks that the headquarters of the International Red Cross lay far enough away that its people should survey the air blast and heat wave generated by their attack.
“Firing!” cried Maureen.
Thirty-two other voices echoed her.
The middle of the front screen showed thirty-three black threads instantly reach down from his combined fleets to impact on the buildings named by Maureen. And on the landscape between them. The total conversion of matter to energy happens very quickly. And the oxygen in the air only added to the fury of Hades unleashed on a part of Geneva.
Pine trees toppled a kilometer away. Buildings closer to the blast zone swayed in the air blast generated by the total matter-to-energy conversion that now happened, bringing a small sun to rest atop a once beautiful part of the ancient city. Buses overturned on the nearby Route de Ferney and Chemin de l’Imperatrice , while trains in the marshaling yard south of the blast zone showed yellow flames on their wooden bodies as the infrared heat wave scorched or incinerated all matter within a hundred meters of the blast edge. The yellow-white mushroom flame only died when the blue waters of the nearby lake rushed into the vaporized cavity that now marked the spot where once hundreds of bureaucrats and politicians had run the affairs of Earth.
Jack looked to Elaine. “Give me a vector to put us above the South Pole Naval Academy. No need to stay in this orbital. We can blip jump there in a few moments.”
“Done. The NavTrack vector is laid in and shared with the rest of the fleet.” His sister looked his way, her manner calm, professional and with no sign of her worry for their sister Cassie.
The stars outside began to blur as gravitational lensing bent their photons.
CHAPTER FOUR
The fleets left grav-pull moments later, leaving Jack to stare at the massive white continent of Antarctica, fifth largest land mass on Earth. While mostly covered in massive ice sheets, their target was located in the McMurdo Dry Valleys at the foot of the Transantarctica Mountains, a short helitack trip from the old American McMurdo Station on Ross Island. The front screen image expanded as Nikola worked the adaptive optics CCD imagery of their ship’s Schmidt scope. The screen image now focused in on two ice-free, parallel valley systems separated by a partly ice-free ridge line. To either side of the valleys lay the ice-covered peaks of the Transantarctica range. The South Pole Naval Academy consisted of six buildings, all located in a valley area that split the central ridge line. A text overlay from Nikola labeled that spot as Bull Pass. A spaceport field and hangar sat next to a freshwater lake not far from the academy buildings. The label for that area said Wright Valley and Lake Vanda. He looked up at the screen images of his allies.
“Admiral Hideyoshi, please expand on what we are seeing.”
The man, seated