Kenneth were in trouble. He could see them as they stood outside of the lighted hangar. Guarded by two men and with their hands high above their heads, there was no chance that they could escape by themselves.
He wished he had a better angle from where he was, but he was grateful for the ladder he had found, which allowed him to lie down on the nearby roof. Not once had he seen anyone look up, and he hoped that it’d stay this way until he left the area.
Xavier tensed as the hanger doors suddenly swung open and he was able to see what was in the building.
He had suspected as much, but he hadn’t really thought it would be there. Sitting in the middle of the large hangar was an alien craft, the same type that Logan had nicknamed the Striker. It must have crashed through the roof, judging by the marks on the ground and how the upper half seemed in relatively good condition. But the bottom half was another story. It was damaged, but exactly how much he couldn’t be certain.
Xavier hadn’t seen many of these machines—in fact, this was the closest he’d ever come to one—but he did know that, unlike planes, they didn’t have landing gear. If the rare survivors were to be believed, it landed like a helicopter and took off just like one. To him, it just looked like a classic UFO, as it was round in shape.
Xavier could see a number of men who appeared to be trying to fix it. He had no idea why, since he’d yet to hear of a human who could fly one, but it was now obvious why this airport was guarded like Fort Knox . Whoever had control of the airspace would control the land, and a craft like that would certainly go a long way in winning the war in the sky.
He looked at Logan and Kenneth and saw that they were being led to a truck. A plan began to form in his mind. Hurrying to the side of the roof that had the ladder, he spotted two figures through his night-vision goggles. He studied the figures and saw that one had his hands up.
As they approached, he saw that the prisoner was Derek. He cursed to himself. He would have to free the boy before he could free the others. Taking his pistol, he attached a silencer and aimed the weapon at the man’s head. He would only get one shot at this, so he couldn’t afford to miss.
He waited until they passed right below him before he fired. The man collapsed to the ground. Derek glanced around, wondering what was going on.
Xavier whispered to him, “Derek, up here.”
Derek looked up and gave a thin smile. “Thanks.”
“Go back to the vehicle and drive it here pronto.”
Derek nodded. “Will do.”
As the boy rushed off, Xavier went to work. Hurrying back to the other side of the roof, he peered at the hangar. He saw the truck was getting ready to go. He wished he had more than one option, but he didn’t. He had no idea how many guards there’d be in the back of the vehicle, but he had to take the chance.
The seconds ticked by as the truck got ready to depart. As the engine started, Xavier left his position and made his way off the roof.
As his feet touched the ground, the Land Rover roared up. Xavier jumped into the front passenger side. “A truck will be coming around the corner in just a few seconds. Give it five seconds or so before you follow it.”
Xavier placed the sniper rifle in the backseat, took the two grenades out of his pocket, and put them on the dashboard. “When I give the command, gun the engine and get me as close as you can to the side of the truck.”
As the vehicle roared past, Derek asked, “Why don’t we do it now?”
“Have to wait, otherwise we’ll have the soldiers right on our backs.” Xavier reached into the back and grabbed an AR-15. Logan had taken one, but luckily, he had another. He needed an assault rifle and this would do nicely.
After waiting a few more seconds, Xavier tilted his head down. “Go!”
The Land Rover roared after the truck. The vehicle wasn't going that fast, so it only took a matter of seconds for the
He wished he had a better angle from where he was, but he was grateful for the ladder he had found, which allowed him to lie down on the nearby roof. Not once had he seen anyone look up, and he hoped that it’d stay this way until he left the area.
Xavier tensed as the hanger doors suddenly swung open and he was able to see what was in the building.
He had suspected as much, but he hadn’t really thought it would be there. Sitting in the middle of the large hangar was an alien craft, the same type that Logan had nicknamed the Striker. It must have crashed through the roof, judging by the marks on the ground and how the upper half seemed in relatively good condition. But the bottom half was another story. It was damaged, but exactly how much he couldn’t be certain.
Xavier hadn’t seen many of these machines—in fact, this was the closest he’d ever come to one—but he did know that, unlike planes, they didn’t have landing gear. If the rare survivors were to be believed, it landed like a helicopter and took off just like one. To him, it just looked like a classic UFO, as it was round in shape.
Xavier could see a number of men who appeared to be trying to fix it. He had no idea why, since he’d yet to hear of a human who could fly one, but it was now obvious why this airport was guarded like Fort Knox . Whoever had control of the airspace would control the land, and a craft like that would certainly go a long way in winning the war in the sky.
He looked at Logan and Kenneth and saw that they were being led to a truck. A plan began to form in his mind. Hurrying to the side of the roof that had the ladder, he spotted two figures through his night-vision goggles. He studied the figures and saw that one had his hands up.
As they approached, he saw that the prisoner was Derek. He cursed to himself. He would have to free the boy before he could free the others. Taking his pistol, he attached a silencer and aimed the weapon at the man’s head. He would only get one shot at this, so he couldn’t afford to miss.
He waited until they passed right below him before he fired. The man collapsed to the ground. Derek glanced around, wondering what was going on.
Xavier whispered to him, “Derek, up here.”
Derek looked up and gave a thin smile. “Thanks.”
“Go back to the vehicle and drive it here pronto.”
Derek nodded. “Will do.”
As the boy rushed off, Xavier went to work. Hurrying back to the other side of the roof, he peered at the hangar. He saw the truck was getting ready to go. He wished he had more than one option, but he didn’t. He had no idea how many guards there’d be in the back of the vehicle, but he had to take the chance.
The seconds ticked by as the truck got ready to depart. As the engine started, Xavier left his position and made his way off the roof.
As his feet touched the ground, the Land Rover roared up. Xavier jumped into the front passenger side. “A truck will be coming around the corner in just a few seconds. Give it five seconds or so before you follow it.”
Xavier placed the sniper rifle in the backseat, took the two grenades out of his pocket, and put them on the dashboard. “When I give the command, gun the engine and get me as close as you can to the side of the truck.”
As the vehicle roared past, Derek asked, “Why don’t we do it now?”
“Have to wait, otherwise we’ll have the soldiers right on our backs.” Xavier reached into the back and grabbed an AR-15. Logan had taken one, but luckily, he had another. He needed an assault rifle and this would do nicely.
After waiting a few more seconds, Xavier tilted his head down. “Go!”
The Land Rover roared after the truck. The vehicle wasn't going that fast, so it only took a matter of seconds for the
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