Incoming!
Joey felt a knot in his gut. They have one on a transport. …And another—the big one—is "storming" this way. Guy has been destroying left and right and it makes little sense, except that everyone can see that he is angry. And the big brains can't tell us why.
He flew near the convoy. He couldn't help but feel a tremble in his spirit. He crossed himself and then began quietly whispering words his Christian parents had taught him. He had never believed in Heaven or Hell, but now he knew that he could potentially die this very day, maybe even this very minute, and he did not want to find out if Hell and Satan were real.
. . . . .
Deep in the bowels of the ship the young girl extended a hand over towards the edge. She placed her palm flat against the hull of the vessel. A note of something living reverberated far away. She heard and felt it, and knew what it was, and felt fear. Primal fear of what was to come. For what was coming came with hot wrath.
. . . . .
"Delta 1 and 2 on approach. Uh, it's a, uh, it's a massacre sir."
That was an understatement. The destroyers, several of them, representatives of human strength, had been laid waste. The barge was the only thing that had not been touched yet because it was at the center. The price of its living cargo was that it couldn't fight back.
But the incoming bogey wasn't being slowed. The planes hopefully could do something. Both of them let loose and prepared to make a circle and strike again. "Delta 2-AHHH!"
The massive, long tail of the body just beneath the surface, swung up and struck. In a ball of flame and fuel, Joey crashed into the ocean. Mere moments after having committed his soul to God, he was on his way to heaven.
. . . . .
Not luck with stopping or slowing it. He was coming in hot, and the only thing marking his path was the ruin of vessels. He must have hooked some of the wreckage because a shattered ship bow was now racing towards them. And on the deck, the massive occupant was howling and straining against the metallic bonds, causing the gears to complain as they resisted.
"We shoulda stayed on the darn island and never left."
WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP! "INCOMING!"