July 5, 2013
"So how was your fourth?" "The usual." Angel sat side by side with her lead C-130 named Michael or just Mike. The 747 took a sip off her tea. She couldn't stand coffee. It made her jittery. "Always nice when its quiet isn't it?" He asked and she chuckled. "A pity that's about to change. I was just beginning to enjoy my vacation." She said. If only she knew how right she was...
The C-130 was painted in Air Force decals but she was anything but. Born in Korea she was stolen as a baby and brought across the DMZ. She knew nothing but her North Korean masters and had served for decades in the US Air Force undercover before working her way to Mike's unit at Andrews. Now she would fulfill her destiny. She noticed the F-15s off her wing as she approached the Potomac. "Attention unknown aircraft this is the fighter off your starboard wing. Request you redirect to vector 280 immediately." He made the call 2 more times. That was one thing she loved about Americans. They preferred to shoot later. She preferred it that way as well but her destiny and theirs no longer converged and now they were enemies. They needed to be treated as such. A quick burst of anti-aircraft fire took care of the fighters but she heard one call for help before he crashed. She had only minutes before more came after her from Andrews. She turned sharply, her nose aimed straight for the iconic white building in the center of DC.
The men on the rooftop, though brave, never stood a chance. They all fell under her relentless cannons. An F-15 fired a missile but her angel flares did their jobs and the missile was rendered useless. The fighter himself was shot down microseconds later. His partner or perhaps his mate, screaming revenge, let loose with her own volley and this time her flares weren't fast enough. The C-130 cried out as her tail was struck. Trailing smoke and with her number 1 engine on fire, part of her wing burned off, she banked hard, scraping paint with the Washington Monument before crashing in the south lawn of the White House. The ground enveloped her in darkness and she went silently, at peace for her own destiny was fulfilled.