Sky High (Dreadwing Story)

The sky is gold

Garret was allergic to the spiders webbing. The medics were able to figure it out and saved him. I have never been so happy in my life. I couldn't visit him while he was in the hospital, unfortunately I had stuff I had to do in the field, and I wasn't allowed to leave. He was already out of the hospital and at home with his family by the time we all got back to base. They put him on sick leave for two weeks after he got out. Figured he needed time to adjust from the weird reaction. I don't blame him. He needs some rest. I'm just glad he's okay. It's like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I can't wait to see him when he gets back. Just so I can tell him how sorry I am.

Then there's Agent Fowler. Now I don't really know why we need a special Agent here on base. It's not like we really do anything special here. We do more patrolling the air than anything. Anyway, he has seemed to be lurking more around me. I see him in my peripheral vison a lot more than I used to lately. I'm constantly feeling eyes on me and it's driving me nuts. I'm doing my best to keep to my work and not let it bother me, but all I want to do is turn and ask him what's his problem. I'm also getting tired of being stuck in my office. I wonder if it's because of the spider thing with Garret. Maybe he's on to me. I have no idea.

I haven't been on patrol since we got back about two weeks ago, but today is my day. I can't wait to get up in the air. No one looking over my shoulder. No one lurking around corners watching me. Drake helps me get my prechecks done on my jet and soon I'm off into the sky's. The force of take off has me pushed into the back of my seat. The best feeling in the world. Within seconds I'm high off the ground and above the clouds. 

"Woohoo!" I cheer, the feeling of being free. 

Even if I'm buckled into the seat and have a mask and helmet on, but I barely even feel it. I still feel free.

"Its clear skies above the clouds." I say in an upbeat voice into my microphone. 

"That's nice, Jane." They say back to me from the flight deck.

"Beautiful clear open skies." I continue. 

"Jane, if you're not going to report something, don't talk." 

"Your no fun." I mumble. 

I turn my attention back on my never-ending open air. I sore throughout the sky, bringing my jet up and down and around and around. It feels so good to be up and not behind a stupid desk. I hate that dingy office with a passion. Up in the air is where I belong. I start to begin a spin, forgetting I'm supposed to be patrolling. I come back around, and I see the flash of blue.

A flash of royal blue and a glint of gold. My eyes widen and jaw drops. I can't believe my eyes. I can feel my heart beat start to race. A fluttery feeling seems to grow in my stomach. He brings his jet up close to me, then ahead of me. I close my mouth and push my engines to go faster. I can't take my eyes off his tail end. It's the best tail end I've ever seen. Those rotors and wings, with their perfect angles of projection. The curves of the turbos make my mouth water. It's magnificent. I just want to touch it. He does a spin and drops.

I follow him down and through the clouds, but just like he came. He was gone when I come though. He vanishes. Just like before. He's just gone. I push my thrusters to the max. Trying to catch another glimpse of him. 

"No, I can't lose you again." I whimper to myself. 

"Please come back."

I keep flying, soring lower. Wait maybe I need to go higher. I quickly get back up, above the clouds.

I groan. "Its no use. He's gone." 

I can't believe I lost him. I beat my fist down on the steering wheel and yell out in frustration. This would happen to me. It's karma getting back at me for lying to my superiors. That's got to be what this is. I frown at the thought. Though, I guess I should be happy I got to see another glimpse of him. He's just as gorgeous as I remember, well the jet is. I smile at the thought of the blue hue that seemed to glow off its frame. I hope I get to see it again.