Tobias Weiss.

Chapter 11

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                                               Chapter 11

When Hands heard the alert from the interior of the helicopter, a deep penetrating repetitive tone, he yelled at the pilot, "What happened?"

"They got an air to air lock on us."

Hands looked out the window, "Can't see anything out there boy?"

"They're in stealth.  You won't see anything visually.  Or likewise my panel here won't get a bounce."

"Boy, use some of what this crate has.  Fire a rocket.  Guess this is going to look like some nice fireworks for them folks over there on that boat," he chuckled a little afterwards.

The pilot did as he was ordered, knowing their pursuers would be well capable of dealing with their offensive measures.

With the noise, JJ came through the door, "What we blowing gun smoke at.  That sure as hell shook this crate that bang."

"We got hostiles shadowing from the carrier.  We had a missile lock."

"We better get it down then nigger," his voice sang, like all Texans, southerners, "And get to that boat.  Doubt they'll fire at those folks down there."  He then gave a laugh, "Reckon they know we are here?"

"I reckon they do."

"I bet there is some nice sweet meat down there," he said looking out the window longingly.

Hands said nothing, "You better get back, in case those three try and rush Chon."

"All wrapped, hogtied, not a chance in hell," he laughed, as he looked across at the boat again. "They look like they're having fun over there," he chuckled, "But they won't know what they've been missing, once old JJ gets there.  Sure can do with some of that.  As it's been some hell of a time since I had it last."

Then turning to the pilot, "You got someone boy?"

"Girlfriend," he answered uneasily, seeing Mr Aryan Brotherhood waving an automatic pistol about like crazy, commandeered from one of the hostages. "But she isn't interested in doing much till we tie the knot."

Aryan Brotherhood laughed, "Didn't they ever tell you boy, once you give a woman a say, you sure as hell may as well reach down with a knife, and cut your thing right off; as it's going to be of no more use to you." His chuckles didn't die down for a moment.

Then he went closer, and resting the barrel on his shoulder, said more quietly into his ear, "When you get back boy, tell her, you'll dump her, if she don't come up with the goods out front. That sure will spruce things up. Sure to hell will.  Take it from old JJ, who's been beaver hunting ever since I was just past knee high.  All you got to do boy, is let them know, it's you who is wearing the trousers."  With that, he removed the gun from the young man's shoulder, and chuckling, headed to the door, which would take him back into the belly of the helicopter.

It was then Hands heard him cry out: Leaving his chair, he had just been in the process of opening the door, when the most horrendous pain shot through his own  head.  Seconds later, screaming out, till literally he felt his whole lungs were ready to pop –he dropped down dead on the floor of the chopper, with blood oozing out of his nose and mouth – with visual symptoms which resembled some massive brain embolism. 

What Hands never knew, as well as monitoring his brain, heart, repository system, the implants had also packed in them another payload; which was designed simply to kill each subject, if the need arose, which it had.

It was only on the way back, with the helicopter following to the rear, that the flight leader suddenly realized, he had lost all satellite support.  As per standard, he queried this with the other jets.  When they came back it was the same with them, he reported everything onto control.  "Control, we're having some strange things happen to us up here.  We lost all satellite.  Not sure if it's related to some weather phenomena, or something.  Can you confirm?"

"Be advised," Control came back on the USS Minnesota, "We are suffering the same.  We've switched to auxiliary.  And we're bringing you boys in the old fashioned way."

"Does that still work," he laughed.

"We'll soon see," came back the voice of a young woman, sounding almost definitely sexy.