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Spartako came in low and fast, not so much riding the jetcopter as wearing it. His targeting software picked out the patrol car parked on the verge of the airport runway. The man standing beside the patrol car fit the profile for Frank LeJeune and wore Frank LeJeune's cellphone, which Spartako confirmed by ringing the cell. Still a half-mile away, the cyborg assassin twisted the tails of two incendiary rockets and sent them on their way.
Billy Blueblazes left the edge of the river just at that moment, racing up the sandy wall of the riverbed and the low hill between the water and the streets around the airport. Not even a mile away and slowing now from nearly fifteen hundred mph to about one thousand. The shockwave around him had some peculiar properties due to his flaming forcefield but there would be lots of broken windows in Marshalldale and Wenatchee today.
Spartako dived lower, under the curve of the hill, and changed heading to intercept just where Billy would reach the street. He armed his transonic missiles and prepped their target computers; for a cyborg, a matter of attention and thought. When Billy topped the rise, Spartako would release the transonic hunter-killer missiles.
East of the city and above it, Penny directed the Knight to switch from atomic jets to chemical, using the residual heat from the atomic fire to super-charge her directed flames. The golden alloys of the sixteen-foot tall Knight-body glowed with re-entry as well and internal heat pumps shed that energy into the jets, too. Lasers and masers from the robot's head beamed at the jetcopter, hoping to scramble the control signals from the cyborg to its missiles.
LeJeune dived behind his car and rolled under it, intending to come up behind the fire and rescue truck beside it.
In the Munson sedan, Tessie screeched at Leo from the backseat, "Turn here!" Leo cut the corner, almost hitting the curb, but controlling the turn onto a service road at the opposite end of the airport from everyone else.
On the runway to their left, a puddle-jumper commuter aircraft taxied toward the terminal building. Down at the end of the service road, two missiles arced out of nowhere at a parked fire truck.
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Ooohhh weeee..
Suddenly we're at the pointy end. I still have no idea what's going on, but that's cool. I'm just along for the ride. We just cranked up the slope and now it's on the down run. Hands in the air and screeeaamm...
Kristina
You do realize...
... that a good portion of us reading have NOT got a clue as to what's going on in the least -- but that's okay, we're reading anyway becaue Tessie's so damn cute!
I'm with her!
I'm with Edeyn on this one. Whee!
Hugs Erin!
grover
Hang on tight
The switchbacks and the inside-out loop-de-loop are just ahead!
:)
And Chris is complaining about stuff being boring? I'm writing this by the seat of my pants, it ain't boring to me! :)
- Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
So ho-hum
Yeah, air-to-ground missles are so f***ing boring. Yawn! Now, if Billy were to "run" through LeJune at about 700 MPH, that would be exciting. Blood and guts everywhere! Descriptions of the splatter, etc.
Of course, then the rest of us boring people would likely tune out.
But I'll be sticking around, still trying to figure out what all is going on! Haven't figured out if the "bad" guys are all that bad, misguided, or what. And there seems to be several different agendas here. Hope you've got plenty of clean pants!
Karen J.
"A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off you."
Francoise Sagan
“When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.” - Turkish Proverb
OMG! Not the fire truck!
.. Poor fire truck... it never hurt nobody! now 2 missiles from nowhere are going to blow it to smithereens! Now I'm on edge to see the next chapter and what happens to the poor engine! (Hope it lives)
Hugs Erin :)
Sephrena Lynn Miller