Chapter 10

HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS IN The Soaring Eagle...

Maven: There we go! That should be a good bandage for now until we reach Albany. *she rubbed Bradley's arm lovingly*

Medic: It's the best I can do even if it's not that great for a temporarily bandage. *she finished bandaging up the bullet wound*

Flannery: I got an ambulance standing by at Albany International. Once we land, we can turn him to the paramedics for better care. *the coyote pilot stretched* Turning on Auto-pilot. *he walked over to where Maven and the medic were bandaging Bradley*

Maven: What are you doing here?

Flannery: I'm just taking a little break from being at the controls. I needed the stretch in my legs.

Maven: Oh.

Flannery: I love Auto-pilot. That's how I can communicate personally with…

*An alarm started sounding from the cockpit*

Flannery: *he dashed to the cockpit* Oh shit!

Maven: What is it? *the seatbelt sign came on and oxygen masks came down from the safe above the*

Flannery: An F-22 Raptor got a lock on us for a missile!

Maven: A US fighter jet?!?

Flannery: Mayday! Mayday! Alpha Bravo Tree India Niner Niner is being hunted down from a bogey Foxtrot 22 fighter jet!

Reply: Say again?

Flannery: I repeat: Alpha Bravo Tree India Niner Niner is being hunted and has a lock from a bogey Foxtrot 22 fighter jet! Who am I making contact with?

Reply: This is Seria Charlie from Langley Air Force Base. We have you visual. Identify bogey.

Flannery: A Foxtrot 22 fighter! An F-22 Raptor! Oh shit! He has friends with him! AB3-I99 is being hunted by a angry wolf pack of Foxtrot Eagles and with a Foxtrot Raptor leading the pack!

Reply: What is your destination AB3-I99?

Flannery: Albany International Airport. SHIT!!! MISSILE!!! *he launched flares at the homing missile and rolled out of the way*

Reply: What is your cargo and civilian count?

Flannery: A civilian, a Springfield airport medic, and a young boy who has a bullet in his arm from a recent car chase in Springfield. The only cargo is my log book, my first aid bag, maintenance supplies, and the civilian's luggage of four suitcases.

Reply: Don't worry AB3-I99. We got everything under control. We're going to scramble our fighters to take on these bogeys. Scramble! Scramble! We have a civilian transport under attack by hostile Eagles and Raptors. Close combat mission. Bogeys behind friendly bearing 290 degrees west at two o'clock.

Flannery: We need air support now! They fired another missile!

Maven: *she grabbed the co-pilot headset* They are Decepticon fighters! I repeat Decepticon fighters!

Reply: Who's this?

Maven: The civilian on board! *20 USAF F-22s flew past them, launching missiles at the relentless Decepticons* We need to land!

Reply: Copy that. AB3-I99 you are cleared to land at Langley Air Force base. You are permitted to use any runway necessary.

Flannery: They've just launched five missiles! We gotta jump!

Medic: There are only two parachutes on this whole plane!

Flannery: Take them! I'll fly over the base. You must get out safely!

Maven: *she grabbed the parachute and put it on herself*

Medic: What about your son?

Maven: He's a winged wolf. He can fly off this airplane. *she started to un-zipper the bag and revealed two eagle wings*

Medic: We have to go Madame!

Maven: Bradley, you're going have to fly off this aircraft.

Bradley: But I can't! I don't know how!

Maven: Once you get off the plane, started flapping! It will work!

Bradley: I'm scared!

Maven: You must, Bradley! Trust me! Here's your bag. Put it on immediately after you land.

Bradley: What about you?

Maven: I'm going to use a parachute. You must fly!

Bradley: I can't!

Maven: Just do it! It's like swimming, only in the air.

Bradley: *he approached the open door and jumped* AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!! *he started to fall then his wings spread out, and he started gliding*

Flannery: Seria Charlie. This is AB3-I99. We're not going to make it. The civilians and the medic already jumped. I'm going have to go down with my plane, The Soaring Eagle. Please tell my wife back home at Springfield that I love her and all ten of my children. *he looked up* I'm ready to go home now. Good-bye…ARGH!!! *all five missiles slammed into the Citation X, taking it down in a giant ball of flame*

Medic: They saw us! We're so dead now! *she started spiraling left*

Maven: No! Don't go that way…

Medic: AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!!! *she was killed from the 20mm cannon in the F-22*

Maven: *she landed on the ground* Bradley! Where are you?

Bradley: Mommy! Mommy! *he ran over to her and jumped into her outstretched arms of love*

Maven: My precious baby! I'll never make you do something like that again ever!

*a whole group of military vehicles came over*

A Captain: Are you alright Madame?

Maven: Yes I am. *she helped Bradley zipper up his backpack* But my son Bradley was shot in the arm in a car chase at Springfield.

Captain: Don't worry Madame. We'll take care of it from here.

Maven: But I must get to Albany…

Captain: Are you out of your mind?!? That place is overflowing with Decepticons, waiting for a mother and winged wolf child to arrive.

Maven: Are you sure?

Captain: Positive.

A Sergeant: Why is your son wearing that over-sized backpack?

Maven: Because I'm the mother and he's the winged wolf those Decepticons are looking for.

Captain: Wow. *she took of Bradley's backpack, revealing his eagle wings* That's incredible!

Sergeant: But why would they want you and your son?

Maven: I don't know. *she lied*

Captain: But all you know is that they want to get you.

Maven: Correct. Well they aren't really looking for me, they want Bradley.

Captain: Well as far as we're concerned, you were about to walk into a trap.

Sergeant: The Captain's right.

Captain: Sergeant, you stay here with the wreckage. We'll take over from here.

Sergeant: Of course. *he watched them leave* Ravage to Blackout.

Blackout: Go ahead.

Ravage: Apparently, Starscream and his clowns shot down the plane at Edwards Air Force base and the base personnel told her that she was walking into our trap.

Blackout: That fool doesn't know that he's interfering with Megatron's plans and not my own. He'll pay for disrupting the plans.

Ravage: What should I do now?

Blackout: Try to lure them into New York City instead. Then we'll complete our mission and the Decepticons will prevail…