"Sir, we have them on the radar."
"Notify the director immediately", replied the commander.
The C.S.A (Central Security Agency) were keen to learn secrets from the remaining drug lord. Embarrassingly, they had no idea who was behind the assassinations of the recently deceased four drug lords. Someone was making a power play, and whoever was responsible was not on the C.S.A. radar. Langer was fuming, and the department was a laughing stock, unable to provide any further information about the assassinations or even provide a credible suggestion.
At last, though, there was a breakthrough. Eddison was onboard his flying fortress plane, and the C.S.A. Scrambled four of its F15 aircraft to escort Eddison's plane and force it to land.
Langer came into the control room. He was recently promoted to the head of the C.S.A. after years of dedicated service and a reputation of being one of the most successful field agents and commanders the C.S.A. had ever seen. This would be one of his first critical incidents, and failure was not an option. Nervously, he watched as the F15s moved into escort position.
The guns on the flying fortress started firing at the jets, but as Eddison's unskilled goons operated them, the aim was way off. After avoiding the hail of bullets, the F15s moved back into escort formation.
"Sir, there's an unknown aircraft approaching at high speed." said the radar tech.
Langer looked confused and slightly concerned. His gut told him this wasn't good.
"Radar confirms the aircraft as a" there was a pause.
"....a blackbird!"
"Those things are retired by our own Air Force! No one else has a Blackbird," said the Commander.
"Something has been launched from the blackbird, sir."
"What the fuck is it?" demanded the Commander, under added pressure as Director Langer was present.
"Get an eyeball from the F15s ASAP" shouted Langer.
Before he could report any further, a figure swooped down by the side of his cockpit.
"Control- this is Black-four-zero. It looks like a person," reported one of the pilots.
"Control-this is Black-five-zero. Confirm the figure on the side of the four-zero. Appears human and...."
"And what?" questioned the Commander.
"Buff, hench...it's a woman. Shit!!!!"
There was a brief panic and confusion over the radio.
"Sitrep" demanded Control.
"Control-Black-five-zero, she's bending the wing, ripping it. Eject eject!"
"Four zero-priority. Structural damage to the wing. Ejecting!"
"Control-to any eyeball sitrep"
"Control-Black-six-zero, canopy released, seat ejecting...FUCK!"
"She caught the seat! Eject fail. I repeat, eject fail. She's caught it!."
"Repeat-repeat last" requested control.
"I think he said she caught it@ said another operator.
The pilot had started the eject process, pulling the lever and igniting the rockets underneath the seat. The seat launched within hundredths of a second, but Jen's reactions were quicker. As the seat left the F15, Jen raised her arm and grabbed the seat. Her powerful arm was too much for the rockets, and she could easily withstand their short thrust. Her muscles tensed as she swung the pilot seat back into the F15 with such force that the seat embedded itself in the cockpit, crushing the pilot.
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Project Xx:The Takeover
General FictionPart two of the Project Xx series. In Meganta Evans, the leader and crime kingpin of the Red Eye Gang has been brutally murdered, leaving his five lieutenants in a state of panic. Someone is after their money, power, and control; she is determined t...
