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spinning when it
smashed into a group of trees.
“Maybe he can
climb out before it catches fire,” Molly suggested.
Suddenly, the
Destructor exploded. A trail of black smoke rose up into the air.
Molly grimaced. “Or maybe not.”
Glancing around,
Kenneth focused on Mount Shasta barely two miles away. It looked massive, bigger than the mountains
at the ski resort at Lake Tahoe and even taller than the mountains that he had seen in Stanislaus National Forest . As it was still winter, snow covered a large part of the mountain,
all the way down to the tree line.
“What are we
going to do?” Derek asked.
Mike frowned as
two Strikers appeared out of the clouds and headed toward them. “If the pilot
of the Destructor had enough time to contact his superiors, we’re in trouble. Deep trouble.”
As the two
Strikers roared past and circled them, a voice came through a communication
device. Mike quickly replied in the same language.
“What do they
want?” Derek asked.
Mike sighed. “They
want us to follow them back to Mount Shasta .”
“But we can’t go
there!” Kenneth spluttered. “Once they see us, they’ll kill us”
“I know, I know.”
Mike studied the intricate map displayed on the small screen to the right of
them. “I’m trying to think of somewhere safe we can go.”
“How long will
they wait?” Molly said, gazing up at the Strikers as they continued to circle.
“Not long. If—” The
communication device beeped again. He listened before switching it off. He rubbed
his stiff neck. “If we don’t head for the mountain in two minutes, they’ll open
fire.”
Kenneth cursed as
he paced back and forth. “Do you have someone at Mount Shasta that you can
trust?”
“Well, yes, I—”
Mike said.
“Can you contact
him now?” Kenneth interrupted.
“I’ll try.” Mike
switched on the communication device and spoke into it.
Kenneth glanced
at his watch. “We have ninety seconds left.”
As the seconds
passed and there was no reply, Mike stopped talking. “He’s not picking up.”
“Maybe he was
caught,” Derek said.
Mike sighed. “Probably.”
“So what do we
do?” Molly said.
Mike sighed. “I
don’t know.”
The seconds
quickly ticked away. When their time was up, the enemy aircraft shot red bolts just
inches in front of the Striker.
Mike took the
controls and banked the Striker toward the mountain. “I have to obey them. We
have no choice.”
The enemy
aircrafts took up positions on either side of the Striker as they headed in the
direction of Mount Shasta .
“What do you
think they’ll do to us?” Derek said.
“I don’t know,”
Mike admitted.
Kenneth tried to
think of what they could do, but the two Strikers on either side of them
complicated matters. The clouds parted and Mount
Shasta came into full view.
Even if they did
think of something, it would be too late.
~*~*~
Logan surveyed the
street outside the hospital. A few leaves rustled on the ground, but not a
single soul could be seen. He headed inside and caught sight of Jet. He was
lugging a fancy M-6 battle rifle in his hand and had an older AK-47 slung over
his back.
“Where did you
find those?” Logan asked.
“Out back, next to a dumpster and a few rotting corpses.” Jet handed the bulky AK-47 and a few magazines to Logan , but he held
on to the sci-fi-looking M-6. “There’s some ammo left
in them. Not much, but some.”
Logan glanced down
the hallway as Lucy and Xavier approached. “Did everything go all right?”
Xavier nodded as
he showed the others the bandage on his leg. “It’s going to be a bit painful
for the next twenty-four hours, but I’ll be all right. Now, did you find a car
for us to use?”
“Yes, it’s right
outside,” Logan said. “There weren’t many to pick from in the underground parking
lot, but I chose the one that had the most gas. Also, it was the easiest to hot
wire.”
Xavier noticed
the weapons. “They’ll come in handy if we’re
smashed into a group of trees.
“Maybe he can
climb out before it catches fire,” Molly suggested.
Suddenly, the
Destructor exploded. A trail of black smoke rose up into the air.
Molly grimaced. “Or maybe not.”
Glancing around,
Kenneth focused on Mount Shasta barely two miles away. It looked massive, bigger than the mountains
at the ski resort at Lake Tahoe and even taller than the mountains that he had seen in Stanislaus National Forest . As it was still winter, snow covered a large part of the mountain,
all the way down to the tree line.
“What are we
going to do?” Derek asked.
Mike frowned as
two Strikers appeared out of the clouds and headed toward them. “If the pilot
of the Destructor had enough time to contact his superiors, we’re in trouble. Deep trouble.”
As the two
Strikers roared past and circled them, a voice came through a communication
device. Mike quickly replied in the same language.
“What do they
want?” Derek asked.
Mike sighed. “They
want us to follow them back to Mount Shasta .”
“But we can’t go
there!” Kenneth spluttered. “Once they see us, they’ll kill us”
“I know, I know.”
Mike studied the intricate map displayed on the small screen to the right of
them. “I’m trying to think of somewhere safe we can go.”
“How long will
they wait?” Molly said, gazing up at the Strikers as they continued to circle.
“Not long. If—” The
communication device beeped again. He listened before switching it off. He rubbed
his stiff neck. “If we don’t head for the mountain in two minutes, they’ll open
fire.”
Kenneth cursed as
he paced back and forth. “Do you have someone at Mount Shasta that you can
trust?”
“Well, yes, I—”
Mike said.
“Can you contact
him now?” Kenneth interrupted.
“I’ll try.” Mike
switched on the communication device and spoke into it.
Kenneth glanced
at his watch. “We have ninety seconds left.”
As the seconds
passed and there was no reply, Mike stopped talking. “He’s not picking up.”
“Maybe he was
caught,” Derek said.
Mike sighed. “Probably.”
“So what do we
do?” Molly said.
Mike sighed. “I
don’t know.”
The seconds
quickly ticked away. When their time was up, the enemy aircraft shot red bolts just
inches in front of the Striker.
Mike took the
controls and banked the Striker toward the mountain. “I have to obey them. We
have no choice.”
The enemy
aircrafts took up positions on either side of the Striker as they headed in the
direction of Mount Shasta .
“What do you
think they’ll do to us?” Derek said.
“I don’t know,”
Mike admitted.
Kenneth tried to
think of what they could do, but the two Strikers on either side of them
complicated matters. The clouds parted and Mount
Shasta came into full view.
Even if they did
think of something, it would be too late.
~*~*~
Logan surveyed the
street outside the hospital. A few leaves rustled on the ground, but not a
single soul could be seen. He headed inside and caught sight of Jet. He was
lugging a fancy M-6 battle rifle in his hand and had an older AK-47 slung over
his back.
“Where did you
find those?” Logan asked.
“Out back, next to a dumpster and a few rotting corpses.” Jet handed the bulky AK-47 and a few magazines to Logan , but he held
on to the sci-fi-looking M-6. “There’s some ammo left
in them. Not much, but some.”
Logan glanced down
the hallway as Lucy and Xavier approached. “Did everything go all right?”
Xavier nodded as
he showed the others the bandage on his leg. “It’s going to be a bit painful
for the next twenty-four hours, but I’ll be all right. Now, did you find a car
for us to use?”
“Yes, it’s right
outside,” Logan said. “There weren’t many to pick from in the underground parking
lot, but I chose the one that had the most gas. Also, it was the easiest to hot
wire.”
Xavier noticed
the weapons. “They’ll come in handy if we’re
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