Chapter 22: Shuriken Shredder Attack
Paris, France- Patton Air Base
1 Hour and 38 Minutes After Contact…Lieutenant Henry Black- NATO Air Force Division 2
Charlie Fox-Trot 41- F-15 Eagle Pilot
The airstrip at Patton Air Base was being left and landed on by various aircraft, helicopters and jets. It was heavily defended by the American, German, French, British, and Norwegian forces, soldiers and tanks watching the front gates. Watch towers were being occupied by more than two armed soldiers, over watching the outside. The sky blue sky above was being filled with aircraft, heading and leaving the airstrip. The sound of roaring jet engines was soon accompanied by the sound of helicopter rotors thumping as they rotated. Pilots were rushing everywhere to get to their aircraft, hopping into their cockpits and their seats in the cargo holds of the helicopters.
Hangar bays were lined up along the air strip, totaling seven hangar buildings in total. Helicopters were vertically lifting off and landing and jets were prepping for combat. Pilots loaded on boxes of ammo for their helicopter guns. They fixed and adjusted their equipment on board. They already know about their radar being disabled, so they now counted on their co-pilots to see their targets visually. The jet pilots themselves rushed to their separate stations, either jumping into their cockpits or just landing and getting out.
Henry Black, a lieutenant in the NATO Air Force Division 2, had landed after strike missions in Paris and the outskirts. He had flown with Eagle 20 the last mission, and was expected to land shortly. Henry's plane sat in the hangar next to Eagle 20's current hangar, Hangar 4. Henry hopped out of the cockpit, landing on his feet as his co-pilot climbed the ladder out. The green jumpsuits of the pilots were as green as the grass and trees around the air base. His five o'clock shadow was as black as night and so was his hair. His voice sounded a little like Elvis, which made him likable to other pilots. His co-pilot, Donald Trey, followed behind him, walking by many pilots rushing for their aircraft and carrying supply and tool boxes.
As they walked over to where several other pilots were circled around a table with a map of France on it, they ran into a mechanic who was working on a helicopter, his face covered in grime.
"Yo, your ride need fixin'?" the mechanic asked.
"Nah, we're fine." Henry replied. The two then continued to walk, then joining the several pilots huddled around the map. A commanding officer of the small division stood over the map, pointing out several locations that strikes were called for, his finger gliding along the map's smooth, white surface. The surrounding pilots focused on what he was pointing at on the map, which was at the center of Paris. It was circled in red pen twice to remind the others where their objectives were. Henry and Donald stood next to the rest of the pilots, listening to the briefing.
"Good to see you, lieutenant." the officer said.
"Good to see you too, sir." Henry replied, his shades off and placed in his jacket pocket.
"Alright, here's the situation." the officer began. "We have numerous strike missions in the center of Paris. Most of them are either on the enemy towers, which are being constructed, or on large masses of large enemy vehicles and walkers."
"So, sir, all of our strike missions are based in the center?" one of the pilots asked.
"No." the officer replied. "As I said before, most of our strike missions are here. But, not all of them." He then cleared his throat, trying to continue. "Now, as I was saying…." As the officer was about to finish his briefing, another pilot ran up to the officer in the middle of his briefing, his breathing becoming heavy.
"Sir… we have a problem." the pilot said.
"What's the problem, pilot?" the officer asked, now open to the pilot's explanation.
"We have… unidentified contacts heading towards us." the pilot then said.
"How do you know this?" the officer asked. "Our radars are down."
"I can see them heading this way." the pilot explained. The officer's eyes widen, his eye brows raised. He then started to run out of the hangar and out onto the air strip, where the lieutenant and his co-pilot followed, as well as the rest of the pilots at the briefing table. They stared at the sky, the sun in their eyes. As the officer looked into the sky, he saw three black dots. He squinted as he tried to see it clearly. He then tried to squint harder, his hand covering the light from the sun.
"What the hell is that?" the officer asked. As he stared at the three objects, they started to grow larger fast. As they got closer, it became clearer to them. They saw spinning blades rotating a full 360 degrees. An orange glow was glowing from the center of the objects, then being covered by one lone set of bigger blades. The left and the right side of the objects had sets of four huge blades. Each blade was thick and sharp, like a katana sword. They rapidly spun and spun as they hurdled themselves toward the airstrip. The lieutenant then put his shades on to look at the objects, then getting closer.
"Oh shit." Henry said. As the objects reached the airstrip, the officer turned to the others, then looking back into the air and then back at the pilots.
"Get off the airstrip!" he yelled then sprinting with the rest of the pilots into the hangar bays. The helicopters on the strip were lined up in rows of eight and the jets were behind them on their own strip, the jets sitting still at their launching areas. Then, as the pilots soon realized that they were about to be hit by mysterious objects, the objects themselves impacted the airstrip with tremendous force, knocking concrete and rubble into the air, then bouncing onto their first target, smashing through the helicopters. One of them hit the ground on their side, then smashing into a parked AH-64 Apache. The object rammed itself into, the chopper exploding and sending fire and burning metal into the sky. The chopper's blades flew all over the place, along with shards of metal and hot glass from the cockpit.
"GO, GO, GO!" one of the pilots shouted, scrambling for their aircraft, with helmets in their hands. The pilots scrambled for their stations as the objects continued to wreak havoc, smashing themselves into helicopter after helicopter. The other two objects did as well. As one of the other objects finished another helicopter off, it found itself rolling onto the concrete airstrip, shredding the strip as it sped along. Then, as the pilots on the strip tried to outrun the objects, one of the objects zipped around a group of pilots, doing a quick donut and then smashing itself against another helicopter. As it smashed through the other chopper, a parked Black Hawk helicopter had its gunner on the gun. He rushed into the chopper, climbing onto it as the pilots stayed in their seats.
"I'm on the gun!" the gunner yelled.
"Shoot the son of a bitch!" the pilot said, the gunner holding down the trigger on his .50 Caliber machine gun. The bullets screamed through the air, then hitting its target. The rounds bounced off the objects, hitting the concrete strip. Then, as it got closer, the gunner continued to fire. It then smashed itself into the chopper filled with the crew, with no remains left of them. A fireball of smoke and flame rose high into the sky as a chopper blade from the rotor bounced off the surface of the strip several times. It bounced once, then twice, then three times. As the object got closer, the chopper blade hit against the glass windshield of another helicopter, the pilot trying to lift off from the strip. As it got closer, the chopper lifted into the air, the object passing under it, scratching the under belly of the helicopter. As it passed by, the chopper got higher in the sky. The object then launched one of its blades into the sky, the shuriken shaped projectile blades spinning wildly into the sky. As it flew and spin, it cut through the tail wing of the helicopter, a clean cut through it. The tail fell right off of the chopper, hitting the airstrip. The object stopped and watched as the chopper lost control, spinning and then hitting the ground with tremendous force. As it hit the ground, it hit it sideways and the blades were bent and shards of metal were scattered all over the strip. The chopper then exploded, sending millions of bits of metal flying as a large fire ball of orange and red flames and black smoke rose high into the sky. The object then did another donut, the blade placing itself perfectly back into the object. It spun and shredded the concrete, then continuing on to creating destruction.
Henry ran into the hangar, only to find it filled with pilots rushing for their aircraft and for safety. The jets outside were parked in a row of five, the pilots trying to board them. He then remembered that his jet was next to Hangar 4 in Hangar 3. Donald followed him into the hangar as then stopped himself, then staring at the row of jets out on the other strip. He then saw another one of the objects crashing into the jets, one by one, exploding and sending fire balls and smoke into the bright, blue sky. His jaw dropped as he saw the jets being destroyed so quickly. He then noticed that not all of the pilots escaped the destruction, only a few of them survived, running and sprinting from the chaos outside. Then, as he continued to stare, Donald yanked on his shoulder.
"Uh, Henry?" Donald said. "ONE'S RIGHT BEHIND US!" Henry quickly looked back and started to run with Donald next to him, trying to evade the object. It buzzed and buzzed as it started to shred into the hangar, crushing tool boxes, tables, equipment. It smashed into a jet, then exploding. The explosion made the entire hangar go up in flames, sending metal and debris into the sky. They continued to sprint away from the hangar to their hangar, Hangar 3. As they continued to run, another object spun around them. Henry fell to his knees and Donald fell flat on his stomach as it did two donuts around them, the loud buzzing noise filling their ears. It then stopped to face them, staring at them.
"What the hell are you?" Henry asked, confused. It stared at them and the sped off and out of the base, its blades shredding into the concrete. The other two followed in behind, buzzing and shredding with its lead.
"What the hell were those?" Donald asked Henry.
"I don't know." Henry replied. "But it just messed us up pretty bad."