We rolled up to the iron gates, a single guard watching us with narrowed eyes. Idris was leaning forward in between Ranen and I, and with an outstretched hand, she took hold of the man's mind. His eyes glassed over and robotically he stepped into the control box and punched in the key code. The wrought iron gates swung inwards and Ranen stepped on the gas. Idris gave a flick of her wrist and the man promptly walked into the electrified perimeter fence which threw him backward, temporarily paralyzed.
"He'll be up before long and if our friends back there haven't already figured out our destination, they will as soon he puts in a radio call."
Idris warned.
"Which hanger is the jet in?"
I questioned, spotting six good-sized steel buildings that reminded me of soup cans cut in half and turned on their side.
"My family has our own specific hanger in the back for our private jets."
Ranen explained, taking a left-hand turn and passing the other buildings.
"Jets as in plural? Why am I not surprised. Any of them less of a target in the sky than Dragonfury?"
Ranen gave me a sideways glance.
"You met my parents, what do you think?"
I rolled my eyes with an exasperated huff.
"Well don't blame me if we get shot down, we couldn't give them an easier target."
"Do they have the firepower to shoot us down?"
Idris questioned.
I paused and scratched my chin.
"Once we're airborne? Depends on what's in the airport I suppose. Luckily for us, the fighter jets were blown up at the Citadel but even the passenger planes had guns on board in case of emergency."
"Well, they'd have to locate a pilot first, which incidentally might be difficult since very few were trained outside of the Order."
Ranen added.
The King and his Keepers had been very careful who had been allowed to learn what. If you wanted to keep control, you had to micromanage who could learn skills that could possibly be turned against the government in a rebellion. It was a philosophy that had worked for centuries, though of course, it hadn't saved them from the Coalition ultimately.
We rounded the last building and hung a right, spotting a massive steel structure with the Amir family emblem emblazoned on the doors. Ranen put the truck in park and the five of us hopped out of the vehicle.
"It'll be locked I presume?"
Idris questioned.
"Shoot, I'm not sure I have the strength to walk through walls right now."
I worried.
Ranen gave me a small smile.
"Relax, I'm the Prince remember? I know the key code."
"Oh, right. Duh."
He jogged over to the side of the building, flipping up plastic cover and punching in a series of numbers. The massive steel doors that towered over our heads groaned and then slowly parted like the lips of a yawning cat. Inside the hanger was nearly pitch dark until Ranen located the light switches, and harsh white light flooded down from the high ceilings to illuminate three sleek jets, Dragonfury on the far right, a small narrow plane that sparkled like a black diamond in the center, and a massive Boeing 747 that was a brilliant red edged in black.
"Boy, your family really did like to be the center of attention."
Idris remarked.
"Let me guess, these two haves names as well?"
I asked, trying not to sound too sarcastic.
"The Raven,"
Ranen pointed at the small black jet.
"And FireSpirit. Yes, you can roll your eyes now."
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The Fall of the Keepers
Science FictionThe Itova Chronicles |Book 4| COMPLETED The Coalition's success is at hand, putting a certain Prince into hiding and leaving Astrid juggling the rebels, her family, her friends, and her feelings. The country is thrown into chaos as the system that...
