Through Her Eyes

Chapter 11

I was racking my brain for a way I could find out if he was alright. It suddenly hit me.

For a few years, the United States had been using satellite technology in various locations around the world to patrol and protect the air and oceans. If they spotted Dad (which they will, after noticing several things blow up in their monitored area) I would get a clear view of him. I just hoped I wouldn't get a clear view of them attacking him.

The Edwards Air Force base was the Air Combat Command Centre. All I had to do was hack into their systems to access their satellite technology.

Instantly I was up on my feet and racing to my computer. My fingers were typing away at lightning speed. I'd run into a road block. The Command Centre had all types of security systems to stop people hacking in. They were good.

But I was better.

In less than five minutes, I was in. Before I started hacking, I ran my home-made system that would stop an alert coming up to warn them. They wouldn't even know I'd been there.

The one bad side of this is that Dad would know I'd hacked in. He knew I could do it; he just didn't like me doing it. I think today I had a good enough reason.

My screen was suddenly lit up with the Afghanistan landscape. But that wasn't what I was looking at. Flying through the sky was a small red and gold aircraft. I let out a sigh of relief but that was gone in a second. If they were following him, they were attacking him.

In the next second, two F-22's came rushing up behind him. I watched as Dad suddenly span off course, spiralling in a desperate evasive mauver. Both the jets followed his tail.

The pilots were doing everything they could to get a lock on him, but Dad wasn't having any of that.

Suddenly Dad disappeared in a red and gold blur. He'd gone supersonic. Despite the dangerous situation he was in, I couldn't help but smile. The suit was working perfectly.

The satellite was having a hard time keeping up with the flying 'aircraft' but it managed to keep him on the screen. I swear my heart stopped as I watched one of the F-22 deploy a missile, heading straight for Dad. They must have gotten a lock on him.

It was getting closer. Any second it would hit him. The missile was destroyed just meters behind him. A massive explosion cloud covered my vision of Dad but I watched as the pilots quickly swerved their aircrafts to avoid the explosion.

One of the Jets began opening firing. Dad managed to avoid most of them but it was clear one hit him. He went spiralling again before he deployed his flaps. Suddenly the Jets had overtaken him and Dad wasn't to be seen on any of the screens. A few tense seconds went by when one of the Jets turned to head back. On the underside of it was a human in red and gold armour, clinging for dear life.

They had obviously spotted him too, because in the next second, the Jet was rolling like there was no tomorrow. Dad lost his grip and went flying off, straight into the wing of the following Jet. The suit didn't look like it had a scratch on it, but the Jet's wing had been completely ripped off and was now falling out of the sky.

I watched as something ejected from the plane. The pilot. I waited, holding my breath, for a parachute that wasn't opening. The satellite wasn't following Dad anymore, it was following the freefalling pilot about to die. I didn't want to see a man die but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen. His parachute must have been stuck.

Dad was suddenly back on screen. He was going after the pilot. Thank God. After a few seconds Dad had come level to the falling pilot and punched the side of the seat. Instantly a parachute emerged.