A Story a friend of mine came up with and asked me to finish. Please R&R. No flaming.
A US army C-17 flew across the Bermuda triangle.
"This is Raptor 317 calling Jackson airbase."
"Copy raptor this is Jackson"
"Mission update. Flying is smooth but visibility is decreasing due to thick fog."
"Copy that"
"Actually scratch that, fog is clearing."
(in background) "Sir you might want to see this."
"What the hell."
"Whats going on raptor."
"Our compass is going crazy and so are all our navigation systems."
"Roger that, maintain present course and altitude"
"Copy tha…" (CRASH)
MAYDAY MAYDAY were under attack. Oh my god it's a giant…... (Static).
Raptor 317 do you copy, what is it.
Raptor 317 please respond.
(Static).
In a briefing room at Jackson airbase.
"20 minutes ago we lost contact with a C-17 carrying food and medical supplies for this base." Said a tough looking lieutenant. "What you just heard was our last radio message received before it disappeared."
The four pilots leant forward in their chairs. Their names were John Taylor, Simon Macdonald (or Mac for short), Jonathan Price and Mike Sisisky.
The Lieutenant continued. "We want you four to take two black hawks and go out on a search and rescue. You'll be going heavily armed as whatever brought the C-17 down could come back.
The four pilots stood and saluted. "Sir Yes Sir" they all shouted and walked out of the briefing room.
On the run way there were a few black hawks being prepped for action. The two that they would take were heavily armed with two side mounted 7.62mm machine guns. They were ready for war.
Taylor and Mac took one and Price and Mike took the other.
"Lets get these birds airborne" Mac said through his mike and began firing up his choppers rotors." Soon the two birds were ready for take off. A ground crew member gave a signal and Taylor and Price pulled back on the stick. The two choppers lifted off and began flying east towards the C-17's last reported position.
Several hours of uneventful flying later.
"Were approaching the area where the C-17 disappeared." Said Taylor through his mike. "Stay alert we don't know what's out here."
"Sir, fogs rolling in" said Price through his mike.
"Copy that. Position update please." Said Taylor. In his mind he thought. Great now the search will be all the lot harder.
"Copy….that." There was silence for a few seconds. "Sir our navigation system is fried."
Taylor looked at his own compass. It was spinning like a top.
"Roger mine is too. Stay alert." The fog encased the two black hawks like a wet blanket. Then suddenly it was gone.
"What the…" Taylor began to say when he was interrupted by a shout from Mac.
"Look below."
Below them was an island and on the island there was a fire burning. Quite a large fire.
"Pass the binoculars." He heard Price mumble to Mike.
Price glanced through the binoculars. He saw fire. A lot of smoke and the letters US Army printed on side of a broken wing.
"It's the C-17. Lets get down there." He shouted through his mike. Both choppers began to descend rapidly until they landed on a small stretch of open ground just outside of the fire. They all grabbed fire extinguishers and race out to douse the flames. It took some doing but finally the last flame flickered out.
"Whew lets see about the crew." Said Taylor stepping into the plane with is side arm drawn." He walked up to the cock pit while the others inspected the cargo. He came out again shaking his head. "The pilots are dead." He held up two dog tags and then placed them into his pocket.
"Lets salvage what we can and get outta here." Said price glancing around at the cargo strewn around him.
"Good plan" said Taylor scooping up a few crates. It was hard and strenuous work but finally they got all the cargo stored into the black hawks.
They were about to board the choppers and take off again when Taylor thought he heard something. He drew his side arm and pointed it at a nearby bush. "I know your in there." He called. "Come out or I'll shoot."
The bushes rustled slightly and out came an owl. But no just any owl. This owl was enormous, almost head height with Taylor.
"What the hell." They all muttered at once.
"I mean you no harm." Said the Owl.
"Am I the only one seeing and hearing this." Said Taylor to the others. They shook their heads and continued to stare at the owl.
"My name is Soren." It said.
If your nice and the feed back is good i'll put up chapter 2.
For those who don't know "Bird" is military slang for Aircraft.