Demon of the Skies [Book 1]

Mayhem

I'm so, so sorry it's taken me as long as it has to get this chapter up. School, life, it's just prevented me from having the motivation to write for this story since it requires so much to do so. However, I'm back and I hope you enjoy :)

Chapter Quote:
"If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell."
~Virgil
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Chapter 11: Mayhem

Cipher

"Uncle Jason, where are we going?" Elizabeth queried, peering out the window. We'd been driving for about thirty minutes to our destination by now and honestly, I was surprised she'd waited that long to ask.

"You'll see in a moment," I promised, pulling into a busy, gravel parking lot. There were hardly any spaces available, and if there were, people stood in them chatting with other people. I had to drive around a few times before a space actually became available and even then I had to wait for some visitors to get out of my way before I could park.

"It's the air show!" Genette exclaimed excitedly.

"How did you-" I began.

"I'm an up and coming journalist. I used my resources to find events going on in the area," he explained.

"He used Google," Elizabeth announced.

"Google is a resource."

"Not a personal one. You're not a spy."

"I should be."

"Please, if you want something found out, get a girl to do it."

"Oh yeah, why's that?"

"Because girls talk. We network. Nothing can be hidden from a girl for long. Sooner or later, she finds out the truth."

"Right... so that's why I found out where we were going before you did."

"Jason wanted it to be a surprise so I was going to let it be one."

"Excuses, excuses."

"Okay you two," I interrupted before they could bicker anymore. "We're here."

The three of us got out of the car and walked to the tarmac cordoned off for the visitors to walk around and sit down in preparation for the air show. It'd actually started about two hours ago but I knew people in the program that coordinated the entire air show so they told me when the good acts were coming which of course was at the very end so that people would stay the entire time rather than coming to watch the good stuff and then leaving after.

"Look at the F-4!" Elizabeth pointed out. While the two of them had already turned their attention to something different, I cocked my head in curiosity at the jet. There was something familiar about it, and not just because I knew F-4s well from flying them. Studying the dark camouflage paint, the curious design of a playing card- an ace of hearts- being impaled by a dagger, I kept thinking back to the war but couldn't figure out why. With a shrug I carried on, quickly trying to find my niece and nephew so that I could catch up with them. They were already at the front of the crowd, watching a person strapped to an upside down plane. The act was followed by a squadron from Sand Island doing a mock dogfight. My niece was enraptured by the entire spectacle, never taking her eyes off them. Next to attending the program at Heierlark, her dream was to be stationed at Sand Island. It was where 'the best of the best' pilots were stationed because Sand Island was Osea's first line of defense against anyone coming from the west; and with certain issues with countries over there, I started wondering how long it'd be before we were embroiled in some sort of war again. Yuktobania was really our only ally in that part of the world. They had relatively decent but oftentimes strained relationships with their neighboring countries, most of whom despised Osea for some reason or another.