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“Are these live
images?” Kenneth asked, astounded.
Mike whistled.
Touching the screen, he zoomed to street level. Images of soldiers working
furiously, and even the exhaust from one of the jeeps, could be seen.
It looked so
realistic and so close, almost as though you could reach out and touch the
people. One of the soldiers looked up.
“Can they see us?”
Derek asked.
“Yes. And they
just have.”
Soon, more
soldiers looked up at them. Some even opened fire with their rifles.
Mike smiled grimly.
“Good.”
“Good? But
they’re shooting at us,” Kenneth said.
“Yes, which means that everyone will be alert for when the ground forces
attack. ”
“But we’re not
sending any ground forces,” Kenneth replied.
“No, but the
incoming aircraft will be.” Mike tilted his brow at Carl. “Search the sky.”
Carl adjusted the
controls and the buildings of Redding disappeared. “If they’re aiming for maximum damage, they’ll be as
high as possible.”
Everyone was
silent as Carl searched the surrounding sky. No aircraft could be seen. Kenneth
let out a sigh of relief. “Looks like we got here in time.”
“Maybe. Okay, we’ll head for …” Mike jerked
his head around as something emerged from one of the nearby clouds. He cursed. “There
she is. Come on, we’ll need to distract it.”
Chapter 9
As Mike and Carl
rushed off to the control room, the others took a closer look at the aircraft
heading toward them.
Kenneth narrowed
his eyes. ”It’s the same damn type of aircraft that we saw when fleeing San Francisco . Logan called it the
Destructor, and for good reason.” Twice the size as the Striker, this flying
killer was imposing even from a distance.
“It looks just
like a glider,” Molly said.
Kenneth just
grunted. The material was shiny, and even though the wings were thin, they seemed
strong, not flimsy like most glider wings. Maybe this was because they appeared
to be covered in the same material that had covered the briefcase. There was
one other major advantage the Destructor had over the Striker. It was as quiet
as a mouse at a cat convention. It could probably glide from the stratosphere
to the height of a treetop and drop a bomb in their laps before they even knew
they were in trouble.
As their aircraft
tilted to one side, they rushed back to their seats. After strapping in, they
stared through the glass as the Striker approached the Destructor.
“What’s the plan?”
Kenneth asked , staring as the glider got closer and
closer.
“Are you going to
shoot it down?” Derek said.
“No. The armor is too powerful. Any attack, even from our weapons,
would fail,” Mike said.
As the Striker
flew above the Destructor, the other aircraft didn’t even deviate from its
path. It started to circle the city.
As Mike took the
controls and flew directly above the glider, Carl went to the back of the
Striker. Mike lowered the aircraft until there was only fifteen feet separating
them from the Destructor.
“Is he going to
place explosives on the aircraft?” Kenneth asked.
“Yes, though we
don’t carry ones that are strong enough to blast through the armor , so they’ll have to be placed inside the aircraft,”
Mike said.
“I’m going now!” Carl
bellowed.
Mike turned to
Kenneth. “Use the screen in the other room to tell me when he’s on the other
aircraft.”
Kenneth raced
off. The teens were already staring at the screen. Kenneth didn’t know how to
adjust the camera, but fortunately, he didn’t have to. The Destructor filled up
the entire screen. On the edge of the screen was a rope ladder that Carl was
climbing down. The ladder dangled to and fro, but Carl kept his cool and soon
stepped onto the other aircraft. “He’s reached it!”
The Striker drew
back a little and rose slightly higher as Mike fine-tuned the controls. Kenneth
wasn’t sure why he had done this, but at least Mike could also watch.
“Why isn’t the
other aircraft firing on us?” Molly
“Are these live
images?” Kenneth asked, astounded.
Mike whistled.
Touching the screen, he zoomed to street level. Images of soldiers working
furiously, and even the exhaust from one of the jeeps, could be seen.
It looked so
realistic and so close, almost as though you could reach out and touch the
people. One of the soldiers looked up.
“Can they see us?”
Derek asked.
“Yes. And they
just have.”
Soon, more
soldiers looked up at them. Some even opened fire with their rifles.
Mike smiled grimly.
“Good.”
“Good? But
they’re shooting at us,” Kenneth said.
“Yes, which means that everyone will be alert for when the ground forces
attack. ”
“But we’re not
sending any ground forces,” Kenneth replied.
“No, but the
incoming aircraft will be.” Mike tilted his brow at Carl. “Search the sky.”
Carl adjusted the
controls and the buildings of Redding disappeared. “If they’re aiming for maximum damage, they’ll be as
high as possible.”
Everyone was
silent as Carl searched the surrounding sky. No aircraft could be seen. Kenneth
let out a sigh of relief. “Looks like we got here in time.”
“Maybe. Okay, we’ll head for …” Mike jerked
his head around as something emerged from one of the nearby clouds. He cursed. “There
she is. Come on, we’ll need to distract it.”
Chapter 9
As Mike and Carl
rushed off to the control room, the others took a closer look at the aircraft
heading toward them.
Kenneth narrowed
his eyes. ”It’s the same damn type of aircraft that we saw when fleeing San Francisco . Logan called it the
Destructor, and for good reason.” Twice the size as the Striker, this flying
killer was imposing even from a distance.
“It looks just
like a glider,” Molly said.
Kenneth just
grunted. The material was shiny, and even though the wings were thin, they seemed
strong, not flimsy like most glider wings. Maybe this was because they appeared
to be covered in the same material that had covered the briefcase. There was
one other major advantage the Destructor had over the Striker. It was as quiet
as a mouse at a cat convention. It could probably glide from the stratosphere
to the height of a treetop and drop a bomb in their laps before they even knew
they were in trouble.
As their aircraft
tilted to one side, they rushed back to their seats. After strapping in, they
stared through the glass as the Striker approached the Destructor.
“What’s the plan?”
Kenneth asked , staring as the glider got closer and
closer.
“Are you going to
shoot it down?” Derek said.
“No. The armor is too powerful. Any attack, even from our weapons,
would fail,” Mike said.
As the Striker
flew above the Destructor, the other aircraft didn’t even deviate from its
path. It started to circle the city.
As Mike took the
controls and flew directly above the glider, Carl went to the back of the
Striker. Mike lowered the aircraft until there was only fifteen feet separating
them from the Destructor.
“Is he going to
place explosives on the aircraft?” Kenneth asked.
“Yes, though we
don’t carry ones that are strong enough to blast through the armor , so they’ll have to be placed inside the aircraft,”
Mike said.
“I’m going now!” Carl
bellowed.
Mike turned to
Kenneth. “Use the screen in the other room to tell me when he’s on the other
aircraft.”
Kenneth raced
off. The teens were already staring at the screen. Kenneth didn’t know how to
adjust the camera, but fortunately, he didn’t have to. The Destructor filled up
the entire screen. On the edge of the screen was a rope ladder that Carl was
climbing down. The ladder dangled to and fro, but Carl kept his cool and soon
stepped onto the other aircraft. “He’s reached it!”
The Striker drew
back a little and rose slightly higher as Mike fine-tuned the controls. Kenneth
wasn’t sure why he had done this, but at least Mike could also watch.
“Why isn’t the
other aircraft firing on us?” Molly
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