too
fast!” Derek clutched his harness until his knuckles burned white.
“The controls are
stuck!” Frank shouted. “I can’t turn left or right.”
“We’re all going
to die!” Molly screamed.
“Do something!”
Lucy shrieked, shutting her eyes.
Frank did the
only thing he could think of. He pressed a small, green button. “This is going
to be close.”
Everyone gazed
downward at the other Striker as it came closer and closer. Suddenly, a
missile-type object appeared and shot toward the enemy aircraft. It hit the
Striker in the same spot that had been damaged by the red bolts.
Everyone waited
for something to happen as Frank desperately tried to get the controls working
again.
“It didn’t work!”
Lucy screamed. She watched in horror as the Striker began to fill up the
screen. In just a few seconds, they would collide.
Before Frank
could reply, the enemy Striker blew up, producing a massive explosion. The
aircraft split in half and crashed toward the snow.
Frank desperately
tried to pull the controls up as their craft shot through the space where the
other aircraft had been moments earlier. Just as the snow came into view, the
controls responded.
“Yes!” Frank
cried out as the Striker leveled out, just barely
missing the snow below. For just a second, he caught a glimpse of the others
huddled next to a rock.
Molly smiled from
ear to ear. “We’re alive!”
“Thank God,” Lucy
said. “I was really worried.”
“Me too. If that missile thing hadn’t
worked …” Derek edged closer to Lucy. “Why didn’t you use it earlier?”
Frank waited for
a moment as he slowed the craft down to a standstill. As soon as it was
hovering on autopilot, he jumped up and stretched out the cramps in his palms. “Now
that was tight!” He shrugged at Derek. “I only had one left and wanted to make
it count. Also, I had to weaken the armor first for
it to be most effective.”
“Hey, we didn’t
see if everyone is all right,” Lucy said. “Can we check?”
Suddenly, a red
bolt shot toward them. Before they could do anything about
it, it slammed into the glass screen. The armored glass held, but the bolt caused a small fracture, one that kept growing.
“What was that?”
Derek said, glancing down.
Frank hurriedly
scanned the nearby area and cursed as he caught sight of one of the weapon
emplacements hidden deep in the mountain. As he watched, another red bolt
screamed toward them. “They know we’re here.”
“Can you take
them out?” Lucy asked.
“I could try, but
if …” Frank spotted another red bolt, this one coming from a different
direction. “We have to flee.” He adjusted the controls, spinning the Striker
around. The aircraft shuddered as two red bolts struck the back of the
aircraft.
“How many hits
can this machine take?” Lucy asked, not sure how worried she should be.
“Plenty. Just not
too many in the same place.” Frank maneuvered the Striker until it was out of harm’s way.
Frank had just
slowed the aircraft down to a hovering position when Molly pointed to an
aircraft that had appeared through the clouds. “Look!”
“It’s the same
one that appeared over San
Francisco ,” Lucy said.
“A Conqueror,”
Derek muttered.
Lucy frowned as
she studied the sleek, black aircraft as it slowly made its way across the sky.
“How did you come up with that name?”
Derek studied the
aircraft. Similar in shape to a B-2 Stealth Bomber, it was the length of three
football fields and triangular in shape. It was also taller as well, perfect
for carrying cargo. “I didn’t. Kenneth did. We saw one at Lake Tahoe one night and he
called it that.”
Lucy stared at
the aircraft. “The Conqueror is a good name for it. It looks like it could
conquer anything.”
Frank nodded, his face grim. “It’s an impressive aircraft.” He
adjusted the controls and the Striker started to climb.
“What are you
doing?” Lucy asked.
“Getting out of here. That aircraft
could blow us
fast!” Derek clutched his harness until his knuckles burned white.
“The controls are
stuck!” Frank shouted. “I can’t turn left or right.”
“We’re all going
to die!” Molly screamed.
“Do something!”
Lucy shrieked, shutting her eyes.
Frank did the
only thing he could think of. He pressed a small, green button. “This is going
to be close.”
Everyone gazed
downward at the other Striker as it came closer and closer. Suddenly, a
missile-type object appeared and shot toward the enemy aircraft. It hit the
Striker in the same spot that had been damaged by the red bolts.
Everyone waited
for something to happen as Frank desperately tried to get the controls working
again.
“It didn’t work!”
Lucy screamed. She watched in horror as the Striker began to fill up the
screen. In just a few seconds, they would collide.
Before Frank
could reply, the enemy Striker blew up, producing a massive explosion. The
aircraft split in half and crashed toward the snow.
Frank desperately
tried to pull the controls up as their craft shot through the space where the
other aircraft had been moments earlier. Just as the snow came into view, the
controls responded.
“Yes!” Frank
cried out as the Striker leveled out, just barely
missing the snow below. For just a second, he caught a glimpse of the others
huddled next to a rock.
Molly smiled from
ear to ear. “We’re alive!”
“Thank God,” Lucy
said. “I was really worried.”
“Me too. If that missile thing hadn’t
worked …” Derek edged closer to Lucy. “Why didn’t you use it earlier?”
Frank waited for
a moment as he slowed the craft down to a standstill. As soon as it was
hovering on autopilot, he jumped up and stretched out the cramps in his palms. “Now
that was tight!” He shrugged at Derek. “I only had one left and wanted to make
it count. Also, I had to weaken the armor first for
it to be most effective.”
“Hey, we didn’t
see if everyone is all right,” Lucy said. “Can we check?”
Suddenly, a red
bolt shot toward them. Before they could do anything about
it, it slammed into the glass screen. The armored glass held, but the bolt caused a small fracture, one that kept growing.
“What was that?”
Derek said, glancing down.
Frank hurriedly
scanned the nearby area and cursed as he caught sight of one of the weapon
emplacements hidden deep in the mountain. As he watched, another red bolt
screamed toward them. “They know we’re here.”
“Can you take
them out?” Lucy asked.
“I could try, but
if …” Frank spotted another red bolt, this one coming from a different
direction. “We have to flee.” He adjusted the controls, spinning the Striker
around. The aircraft shuddered as two red bolts struck the back of the
aircraft.
“How many hits
can this machine take?” Lucy asked, not sure how worried she should be.
“Plenty. Just not
too many in the same place.” Frank maneuvered the Striker until it was out of harm’s way.
Frank had just
slowed the aircraft down to a hovering position when Molly pointed to an
aircraft that had appeared through the clouds. “Look!”
“It’s the same
one that appeared over San
Francisco ,” Lucy said.
“A Conqueror,”
Derek muttered.
Lucy frowned as
she studied the sleek, black aircraft as it slowly made its way across the sky.
“How did you come up with that name?”
Derek studied the
aircraft. Similar in shape to a B-2 Stealth Bomber, it was the length of three
football fields and triangular in shape. It was also taller as well, perfect
for carrying cargo. “I didn’t. Kenneth did. We saw one at Lake Tahoe one night and he
called it that.”
Lucy stared at
the aircraft. “The Conqueror is a good name for it. It looks like it could
conquer anything.”
Frank nodded, his face grim. “It’s an impressive aircraft.” He
adjusted the controls and the Striker started to climb.
“What are you
doing?” Lucy asked.
“Getting out of here. That aircraft
could blow us
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