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Part 3, Chapter 10

June

CHESF aerial training field

June was running, or rather, flying away from the two fighter jets that pursued her. All she could hear were their engines sounding, their machine guns firing, and her own energy exploding. Her suits altimeter showed that she was just over 10,000 feet in the air. Her suit was pressurized, and it had a massive oxygen reserve which allowed June to fly really high and not feel the effects. The cold didn't bother her anymore, her new powers took care of that.

Out of her hands and feet were streams of highly compressed incindeary energy that exploding out of her with such force that gravity couldn't take hold.

Basically, she was a super powered, flying, good looking flame thrower.

Her suit was awesome. It was mainly red with black on the sides of her torso and hips, with cool black fire designs that bled into the front of her midsection. There was a bright yellow stripe on each of her joints, and the top of her arm as well as the entire back of her leg. Her helmet looked like that of a hawk or eagle, with sleek sides that framed her face perfectly. Her Glass eye sockets were black and triangular. Right in between the eyes, the helmet jutted out and curved to resemble a bird beak, but It didn't affect June's vision whatsoever.

The jets were just drones, and their weapons were on stun so they wouldn't hurt her.

They just wanted to see how good she was in a fight.

The jet on the left started firing first. Machine gun bullets ripped past June, just barely missing her as she banked right to avoid the onslaught. The other drone was right at her heels. She dodged up after seeing the triple barreled guns rotating and about to fire. June went to fly in a verticle circle in the air. One of the drones followed. Mistakes were made. June thought.

When she did half of the circle(she was now facing downwards) and the jet on the other half(flying upwards), she let loose a fireball from her left hand. June sighed as she could feel the heat energy build up, and explode out to cause a fiery destruction to anybody she wanted. The drone, being hit with a near 1000 degree fireball, exploded, and the wreckage fell down to Earth in a beautiful fiery death ball.

June was halfway done.

She stopped and hovered in midair for a minute, trying to find the other drone. She heard a high pitched whistle coming from behind her. She turned around,only to be hit head on with a miniature rocket propelled warhead.

In other words, she was hit with a missile.

Hard.

The impact of that would kill anybody else, but thanks to her new suit and the shield system, it just blew her off balance, and she quickly recovered. She heard the whistle again, and she dodged by diving downwards. In her brief dive, she saw a blue flash race across the ground and up into the mountains.

Hmm, that was weird. But there was no time to dwell on that that. The missile had turned with her. It was heat seeking, and with her body temperature, it was probably not going to get diverted by, say, a bird or something. She looked at the stream of flames that were coming out of her hands.

Wait, flames! June thought. She mustered up all the energy and power she could, and let loose a huge fireball off to the side. The missile scored a direct hit. Not on June though. The explosion made the fireball even bigger and hotter than they were before. June spun around and let out a fire blast from both hands, which the second drone hit head on. It also exploded.

June, being done with the exercise, flew back down to where she started, only to find three very surprised looking people holding clipboards and stopwatches.

"How did I do?" June asked.

"You did fracking amazing." said a hispanic boy with short cropped hair.

"You were truly outstanding." the black haired girl on his right said.

"We'll need to do more tests." said the third girl in a low nasally voice.

"Let's give this little bird here a bit of a break. That fancy flying should have winded her." The boy said.

Little bird, fire. June was getting an idea.

"I have a name for myself."

"I typically do the naming." The boy said.

"They're my powers."

"Touche. Let's hear it."

This was the day the hero Firebird was born.