Chapter 50: Sabre Jet, Part 5

"Feeling any better, Liquidator?" Herc asked.

Liquidator shook his head.

"Look, the others and I were going out to get some drinks. Want t-"

Just then, the alarm began blaring.

"Attention, all personnel! We are under attack by an unidentified foe! All non-essential personnel and civilians are advised to find shelter or evacuate the premises! All combat-ready personnel are ordered to prepare for immediate mobilization! This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill!"

The color drained from Herc's face.

"Let's see the general."


"Ramstein ATC, I have visual contact with the hostile, and it isn't pretty." a pilot radioed.

"Describe it."

"It's big. Really big. I'd estimate about 20 feet tall. It's blue, squat, got one eye, stumpy arms with flabby claws, and a great big mouth full of teeth- what the- SON OF A BITCH THAT THING'S TRACKING ME- RAMSTEIN, THIS IS BLACK FLAG! I'VE BEEN HIT! THE BEASTIE'S GOT ACID FOR SPIT- OH GOD I'M GOING DOWN MAYDAY MAYDAY M-"

The jet fell to Earth as its fuselage corroded, while the heat of the reaction caused its munitions and fuel to detonate.


"About time you guys got here! I've been losing men and materiel-" General Fischer began.

"We're the experts in fighting monsters, sir. We'll handle this one." Herc interrupted.

General Fischer nodded.

"Do me proud, boys. Especially you, Marcus."

"Got it, Dad." Bombardier replied.

Herc cleared his throat.

"Earth Corps- suit up!"