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“Is that the jet or drones?” VP asks.
It’s possible for both. Alder said a whole bunch of shit when he was telling Vapor what’s on the jet. “Could be, or the satellite is over us. Alder helped build the new jet, who knows what he’s added to it.”
Steel smiles touching his ear. “Roger, Boss.” He looks at me. “There’s a steel prepper building?”
“Prepper?” VP asks.
I nod. “A bunker, preppers are big here, it’s past the brook toward the western tree line.” I point but they’re watching the jet lower in the little section of grass to our right, then we all are because it doesn’t look like it will fit and how is it lowering like a chopper?
“You think she’ll let me fly it?”
We turn as one toward Nash then back to the jet that set down in the little grassy area.
“Probably. Hey, Brother.” VP moves with flight Security.
I turn toward Nash but he’s gone too. I go to the jet.
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SOAR Rising
Vapor
“Are you sure, Alder?” I ask because I don’t want to assume it’s okay for anyone to fly the brand-new jet. It’s Alder’s baby so he should make the call. The Night Rangers stepped aside for Badass Control on this invasion but it’s not Mase’s jet. I don’t get a chance to ask how Nash got here so quick, but he is one of the freaky people that show up and disappear.
“VP Mase say VP Nash fly. He fly all test flight prototype to me. Maybe freaky reason, maybe VP Nash just help, both good to me.” So, Nash is the test pilot too.
I climb out of the seat. “Okay. I like the seats side by side.”
He smiles at me. “Behind pilot no work to me. Badass say all equal.”
I was sold on them from the first but I’ve seen that equal playing out so I’m a believer. “It wouldn’t work for me either. I love the jet and all the options you added.”
He nods and I bend. “Climb on so I can get us on solid ground.”
He grabs his bag and gets on my back. “Two-minute, Boss Angel, order shoot to they move to bunker disarm, Brothers stay safe.” Com–Ops rogers LP. Mase always calls him LP with an air of respect.
I laugh. “I’m good with the plan so whatever floats your boat. They’re going into the bunker until they learn some manners.”
“You no kill dickass?” My copilot has used the word a couple of times now, but it still causes me a smile. He looks like a seven-year-old glowing cherub with bright white skin and hair.
He can’t see my smile as I take the stairs down but I feel it. “I think we’re going to need security for the kids and this land.They were willing to show and try for money here. If that fight is normal, we need security right away. Who better than men who obviously need a better job.” I bend and smile at his little laugh.
“Dickass turn to dumbass, maybe Security Brother. I like.”
I laugh. “Me too. I don’t know if it will work, but I can try and may have some fun with them while I’m trying.”
“Good plan.”
“Glad you got here when you did.” I turn and see Julius standing alone.
“We are too. Where did the team we saw go?”
He points but I don’t see anyone. “Bringing the infiltrators to the bunker. They were floating a second ago.” He doesn’t look like the floating is good.
“Do I want to know?” I ask before I ask the wrong thing here.
“Nope. I was magicked today and never want to live it or talk about it again.”
