CHAPTER TWO: A Plan
"Okay, great, hand it over." Cyclonis wiggled her outstretched fingers eagerly.
"Uhm," Dark Ace stalled. "Well..."
The wiggling doubled as she expectantly raised her eyebrows. "You said you had a plan."
Dark Ace tapped his head. "It's in my brain," he admitted.
The master narrowed her eyes. "When does go into action?"
Dark Ace grinned. "It already has."
Piper wearily flopped out of bed, groaning. It was summer again. And it was so warm. Unbearably warm.
She lazily shuffled out to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge. Toast, orange juice, apple, her brain thought automatically. Same old, same old.
The Cyclonians were predicted to attack today. She predicted they would win. Again. Predictable, predictable.
Piper peered out of the window into the blue without expecting to see anything.
She did, however.
A small, neatly addressed envelope fluttering down to the hangar bay, where it rested. She retrieved it and placed it on the counter. It was addressed to the Storm Hawks.
Just then, the rest of the squadron began to stir.
"Battle tactics, polish skimmers," Aerrow muttered as he wandered out. "Defeat Cyclo--" His eyes fell on the envelope. "What's that?"
She shrugged, turning to her toast.
Finn, Stork and Junko padded out simultaneously, Stork immediately rushing to the Autopilot button. Junko opened the fridge. Finn dashed to the envelope: "Fanmail!"
It wasn't fanmail, of course, but instead a curious letter from...the Dark Ace?
"An invitation?" Finn snorted.
"A trap," Stork suggested.
"A watermelon seed-spitting contest?" Aerrow said disbelievingly.
Stork moaned in despair. "Totally a trap."