Even now the bomb-bay doors were opening, armed H-bombs hung above the planet, held in place only by their shackles.
And he could see that the swirling smoke inside the bomb-bay was tinted by fire.
Half frozen with fear, he stood gaping at the bomb-bay opening down through which the flaming mail bag had just disappeared.
Supposing you hadn't gone back to work the guns, and looked into the bomb-bay?
Even now, the bomb-bay doors were opening; armed H-bombs hung above the planet, held in place only by their shackles.
Then, as though still in a trance, Dawson reached out and pushed the button that closed the bomb-bay doors.