The four passenger 2032, 450hp, custom built, vintage corvette with jungle camo print paint job, roared down the road, dodging bombs left and right. Joe looked half terrified, half insane as he wheeled the convertible around craters left by the bombers first pass down what was in Joe's mind at least, "The Highway To Hell."
Katie and Chase both crouched in the back seat swiveling their heads back and forth looking for the bombers or there payload in the near pitch black sky. "Look up ahead," Chase shouted over the engine "theres some spotter trunks setup." "Good. It should make your job easier." Katie yelled back "you keep saying me and my job. I don't know crap about psiconics you know." Katie looked straight at Chase and said "that's why I'm giving you your first two lessons." "WHAT?! NOW?!" "Yes now. Ok your First lesson, Psi sight.
This one is simple. Just close your eyes. Good, now concentrate on the inside of your eyelids. Picture them transparent. Now the outside. Picture them transparent." Katie voice seemed to flow over Chase like a soothing stream. "Hey, Katie what are those red spots?" Chase muttered blissfully "Those are the bombs. Green auras indicate positive intent or affinity. Red or orange auras are negative. Blue means psi affinity. Now, Concentrate on one of them." "Is glowing." "That means your Psiconic field of influence has touched the item. Lesson 2 Picture a giant version of your hand grabbing the front of the bomb." Katie said with a slight note of pain or struggle. BOOM! The bomb detonated in mid-air a mere seven feet above their heads. Joe swerved hard to avoid the debris causing Katie to lose her balance. As she fell her arm caught on something. She quickly pulled herself back inside before clasping on the seat.
"You all right back there?" Joe said as he turned onto the off ramp and switching the car to maximum traction. "I think she's out cold." Chase called back. "Give me the GPS." As Joe leaned over to open the glove box, the car hit a crater, jerking his attention back to the road. "Wait a minute just use that psi stuff to open the box and get it yourself." Chase focused on the handle watching it start to glow. He projected a hand grabbing the handle. Reluctantly it gave way. He immediately moved his attention to the GPS. Grabbing it with his mind. Slowly he moved it closer and closer until. "Got it!" Chase proceeded to type something in to the device. "Joe. Follow this path. It is the most open area." Chase said as he closed his eyes. Joe brought the car into a slow weave, back and forth ready to dodge and more debris.
Chase found himself detonating the bombs farther and farther away. Feeling confident he tried grabbing hold of one of the bombers fuel line. He choked it as he felt, sweat dripped down his face and fatiuge run through him, as the psiconic strain slowly puled him down. Then there was only black and adistent, boom.