ALEXANDER MIKE(THE TERRORISTS)

CHAPTER 6

The stealth jet took off from the runway. Its design was intriguing. It was painted in all black. The jet had a very flat bottom and it was absolutely fast. It was actually a f-117 jet with only one compartment for the pilot. They however designed another compartment at the base of the jet where Mike stayed with the bike. He had a communicator which enabled him to communicate with the pilot and also headquarters.

"I'm feeling a little nauseous in here,?" he said to his communicator.

" Mike are you sure you're up for this?"  Elena asked, " I mean there were a lot of instructions given how are you sure to remember them all.?"

" No worries"  he said with a smile, "  I won't get myself killed." "So Mike" , the manager cut in, " remember the plan, you'll be dropped soon and then when you land locate the train which would be nearby as you'll be dropped above it."

Mike nodded his head. " Thanks for repeating what I know."   Mike went through the map on the screen of his bike, he studied the movement of the train and its surroundings. He noticed some rocks cleaved in a corner and the train was heading right through the middle. This was going to be harder than he thought.

"We're about reaching there" , the pilot announced, " we're about eight thousand feet above and I can't go lower than this. Prepare yourself, when the countdown reaches zero I'll drop you. Its going to be sudden because the floor where you are would just open and you'll fall through so try not to be caught unaware."

Mike took a deep breath. He positioned himself well on the bike ready for the countdown. "Good luck"  Kate said over the communicator. He had told the secretary to keep her safe till he return, if he return.

"Thanks"  he replied. "We're there"  the pilot announced, " the count down begins now."

"Ten,nine,eight,seven,six."  Mike closed his eyes and activated the magnet. His hands and feet glued immediately to the bike. " Let's hope there are no mistakes in this things"  he muttered to himself.

" Three, two one."  Mike held his breath as the ground below him suddenly popped open and he was dropped. His stomach churned as he fell. He could hear the jet speed away above him. Huge breeze rushed against him. He could feel the wind almost pushing him away from the bike but the magnets were still holding him tight. He was gasping for air as the available air around him were rushing in with too much pressure for his lungs to process.

The bike bent slightly. It was as heavy as they said it was but Mike still had to put his own pressure for it not to roll to another side. His vein bulged from his body. The pressure of the wind blowing against him sent chills down his spines. He was above the clouds. He could see them outstretched below him. He couldn't hear anything except the rushing of wind which was louder than he hoped.

He fixed his eyes on the screen. His altitude was retarding as he fell. Six thousand feet,five thousand feet. He wondered how fast he was falling. The altitude was decreasing rapidly as he fell. A strong wind tried to pull him away from the bike but his body still remained clenched to it. This was getting scary. Four thousand five hundred feet. Mike held on. His brain was probably getting air filled and he felt light headed. There was still that sickening feeling in his stomach. He could feel his eyes water though he didn't feel any trace of tears dripping.

"Shit!" He screamed between clenched jaws. Three thousand five hundred feet. His eyelids struggled to remain open as the amount of rushing in made visibility more difficult. He maneuvered his fingers to the right and left a with buttons on the handles. He had now descended lower than the clouds and could now see the horizon below. It was breathtaking. Not as if he was breathing anyway.

He struggled on. Two thousand five hundred feet, two thousand four hundred feet. Mike held on, his eyes on the screen. As soon as it got to two thousand feet he pressed the buttons on the left and right handles at the same time. Two parachutes emerged from the front and back of the bike at once. They were painted white and had little black strips on top of them. They unfolded from the chambers holding them and spread above him.