Young Skies: The Black Acts

CH12

February 21st, 2006, 2:27 p.m.

Once again the F-17 rose up like helicopter. Super stealth mode went off as the jet began to transform into HSI mode. A loud alarm suddenly sounded.

"Looks like they've spotted us! Let's boogie!" exclaimed Jadian.

"On it!" I floored the accelerator more than it could go! We blasted forward as rushing blue flames gushed out from the engines.

"Tch! The kid's better than I thought," congratulated the tall bald man. "Tell the men to board three Air Cruisers. Blow them out of the sky. And do be quick about it!"

"Yes sir!" The woman picked up a microphone and addressed the base, "This is not a drill! We have escaped prisoners fleeing in a fighter jet aircraft! Take three Air cruisers and give chase. Hold nothing back, spare no bullet or missile! Shoot them down!"

The alarm blared louder as men scrambled to and fro. Quick as lighting, three airships fired up their engines and took off. With their three powerful engines, they blasted forward at great speed. Felix-A was at Mach 3, but they still managed to catch up to us!

"Dude, we got bogeys on our tail!" relayed Jadian.

"Those aren't bogeys, they're monsters!" I snapped.

"Then we got bogey monsters on our tails!" he replied. I shook my head at that remark.

'Bang! Bang! Bang!' They all fired their forward cannons at us, making dodging extremely difficult. The Felix-A barrel rolled left and right, looped figure 8s, and did basically every maneuver possible, and we were still taking damage! 'Plow, plow, plow, plow, plow!!!' went the bullet rain hitting us!

"J-Ja-mo! D-do s-something!" cried Nyomi.

"Felix! C-contact the c-carrier! J-jadian, speak to them! T-tell them we n-need help, oh!" I struggled to say with all the racking.

"Yes... I'll try while... you focus... on flying!" said Jadian slowly. I heard some static as Jadian spoke into the microphone, "Come in CAR dash 37! Come in! This is, oh! Jadian Christopher of, oh! The F-17. We are under heavy fire, ah! And we need back up, like yesterday!"

The reply was a mix of static and words, *Ccrrr!* "This is CAR-37! *Ccrrr!* What is your current position!" *Ccrrr!*

"We are currently... flying towards you from... the southern Pacific near... the tip of South America!"

*Ccrrr!* "I'm sorry but! 'Ccrrr!' You are too far away! *Ccrrr!* You have to hold on as long as you can! *Ccrrr!* Help is on the way! *Ccrrr!* ETA is 4 hours flying at Mach 2.5! Over and out!" *CCCRRRRR!!!*

"Darn it! They said 7 hours!" said Jadian to me.

"FOUR hours!" I repeated. "But we need help now-" 'BOOM!' "Aah!"

"Aaahh!" screamed Nyomi and Scarlet.

'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!'

"WHOA!" shouted Jadian. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!?"

'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!'

"WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!" chirped Felix like a doomsday bell.

The damage indicator screen started flashing. I noticed red squares over the engines. "Oh no! We just got hit by a missile! Our engines are damaged!"

"WHAT! That can't be!" Jadian retorted as he looked behind. Sure enough, he saw crackling flames and a cloud of thick black smoke trailing behind us. "We're on fire!"