410 | John W. Warner IV Well theyre aggressing now! exclaimed Bea. Hit badly, a burning Russian fighter started his suicide run. Hes going to ram us! yelled Geer. Everyone watched in horror as the plane barreled in. Alice noticed the warning yellow light on the panel. Did anyone notice the cargo bay door was open? Why did Sound collision!yelled Bernie as the plane hit them in the cargo area.The ship shuddered hard. Another alarm claxon sounded, then more. The electrobubble must be weak at the cargo bay, it should have protected us, said Porsche, horrified. Walters done more sabotageIll never trust a physicist again! Gwafa and Bernie examined the cargo bay; parts of it were on fire with plane debris, the cargo door bent outwards; cold air rushed in. Part of the port side wing was lodged into a bulkhead. The automatic fire control gushed CO2 and foam from the ceiling, killing the fire in minutes; toxic smoke was thick. Still some fuel on the floor, coughed Bernie. He tapped a gauge on the wall which read empty. Lucky for us the Luftwaffe takes fire seriously. Gwafa coughed violently. Hopefully the outside air will evaporate it soon. Walter must have reduced power to the ships bubble, said Porsche, wet hanky over mouth. The hatchway to the engine room is blocked. Blau Aluminum melts only at very high temperature, but it can deform out of shape at a much lower one. Klemperer tried to prybar the hatch open behind the hot smoking debris. The aviation fuel.. .its melted the bulkheads alloy! As I feared… said Porsche. Bernie and Gwafa helped. No dice. The doors fused shut, moaned Bernie. Gwafa strained with all his might to pry it open. All this way.. .and we are attacked by one ally only to be defended by an enemy. There must be, mmphhhh, some philosophy at play here, Bernard. Errggnnnn…must be I reckon. Beas Law of Confusion and Bewilderment… He pitched his crowbar to the slick floor. Forget it! We have other issues to contend with. Bea checked their altitude as they- lost their pursuers. Were losing a meter every couple of minutes. Just a guess. So much for Planters Punch, said Alice, who went to the intercom. /Hey back there, we need a new heading.