Bomber Gone by Dogfish
The Damocles prototype soared through the air more smoothly and naturally than anything that size had any business to. The vast delta wing aircraft howled through the sky like an angry dragon, the sheer bulk and speed of the monster ripping the air apart in a deafening din that threatened to drown out the engines. The Damocles was a marvel of modern engineering, the ultimate expression of technical superiority. It was not enough to just drop bombs any more, no, you had to scare people. They had to know what was coming. They had to fear it. Once airborne the Damocles had the range to reach any city on the planet and the firepower to remove it from existence. It could do it from high altitude, or it could come down good and low, shattering windows and shaking buildings by its mere presence. The designers were all very proud.
Within the belly of the beast things were much quieter. The flight crew sat at their stations, carefully running their scheduled inflight checks while a