This story is going to be entirely about our favorite pal Siddeley! Short chapter...
A silver bodied jet looked up at the clouds. He boredly started his black twin engines rimmed with silver and sighed.
" A113! Your flights in 10 minutes! You're not at this joint to sit and rot in the sun, you piece of scrap metal!" The plane looked down to see the furious eyes of a red and blue airport van. He had a name and wished at least someone would use it: Siddeley.
It was indeed time for his next flight and the van wasn't going to let him be late. Siddeley wheeled to his position next to a white L1011(plane) with the number A114 on his tail. Once all Sid's passengers were in, he slowly backed up and started down the tarmac.
He had been at this small, private airport for only three months and was already tired of it. As Siddeley adjusted his wing flaps for takeoff, he hoped his journey out of England was a safe one.
…
Halfway into his journey,something flew in front of him. Nothing on radar. He continued flying. A loud roaring noise filled the night air. A jet? Rocket? Something flew by him with a trail of fire behind it. Siddeley squinted. It became louder. As the object became fully in view, he saw what it was: A missile!
" Woah!," he exclaimed and dived out of the way. The jet turned on the intercom as he watched the missile explode.
" Sorry for the unexpected maneuver. weapon emergency. We will be arriving in Venice, Italy in 7 minutes." 7 minutes later, he landed smoothly on the Italian tarmac. Most of the light came from the setting sun and rising moon.
As he let his passengers out, he noticed that they gave him looks of pure hatred. The barrel roll wasn't his fault. There goes my promising career at Skyheave.
He knew that they would complain to Skyheave International Airport, but he didn't understand… why would a missile come out of nowhere? Some one had to have fired it. But who? One day, the young jet was determined to find out… whatever the cost.
This is just the beginning ;) I'll update soon