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Flint yanked on the steering column trying to steady the plane. The smoke was starting to get thick in the cockpit. Beach Head unstrapped himself from the seat.

"Where are you going?" Flint asked struggling with the controls.

"To kill two birds with one stone!" Beach Head moved to the back of the plane. He opened the back door of the plane. Smoke started clearing out. Crouching low to avoid the smoke, he braced himself against the side of the plane. He quickly counted three Rattlers. Taking aim with his gun, he waited until one of the Rattler came close. Then Beach Head fired with deadly accuracy. The turbine burst into flames as the Rattler went down. The pilot ejected. Gunfire ripped through the hull from the other two Rattlers. Beach Head jumped out of the doorway to avoid getting hit. He peeked back out to see another Rattler. Beach Head fired hitting the glass plating. The glass cracked forming deep lines obscuring the pilot's view. The plane was forced to retreat. One plane left. Beach Head continuing firing until his pistol was out of ammo. He then threw his firearm at the plane. It bounced off harmlessly. The bullets that ripped through their plane, however, were not. Beach Head stumbled back to the cockpit.

"I need your gun!" He shouted to Flint.

"What good is it going to do?" Flint asked. "So you might shoot out that last Rattler. That might buy us some time but we still need another plane. This one's a goner."

"Yeah, yeah, leave that to me. Just give me your gun!" Beach Head snapped. Flint tossed him his pistol. Beach Head ran back to the door. Waiting patiently for a Rattler to get close, he tucked the pistol into his waist band and jumped. He landed on the wing of the Rattler. He wedged himself between the turbine and the body of the plane. The startled pilot gawked at the man glaring at him from the wing of his plane. The Cobra pilot immediately dipped the plane. Beach Head hung on for dear life.

Flint saw Beach Head as the Rattler passed in front of the plane.

"Holy sh... Is he crazy? He is! He's out of his freaking mind." Flint gasped. He watched as the Rattler tried to shake the determined ranger off his wing.

When it was clear that Beach was not going to be thrown off, the pilot opened his canopy. He aimed his pistol at Beach Head and fired. But luckily it is difficult to fly and shoot accurately at the same time. The bullet just missed Beach's head. Beach Head pulled out his gun and fired. The bullet knocked the gun out of the pilot's hand. He grabbed his hand in pain. Beach Head began pulling himself toward the cockpit. The pilot in a panic tried to close the canopy. As the glass was about to seal shut, a foot blocked it. Flint could barely see what was happening. Although the open door in the back helped with some of it, the smoke was making it hard to see. All he could tell was that the Rattler was flying erratically. To him that was a good thing. It meant that Beach Head was still alive. Then he saw a parachute. Peering through the dirty glass he tried to see what was going on. A second later the Rattler floated past him. It was Beach Head. He gave a thumbs up. Then he pointed down. The Rattler flew past him. Flint was stunned for a moment before a grin spread across his face.

"I'm glad he's on our side." Flint got ready to land the plane.

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Cover Girl walked into the medical ward. It was empty and quiet. She wondered where everyone was. As she entered the main offices she smelled a sickeningly sweet odor. She gagged. Running to the sink she soaked a rag and held it to her nose. She knew it was something that the medics used to knock out someone. Cover Girl went to open a window to let out the fumes. When she was sure that it was safe to breath, she went to investigate where it could have come from. When she opened Doc's office, she found Timber lying on the floor. She quickly ran to him. He was breathing but the gas had rendered him unconscious.

"Where's your master?" She knew that even if Timber was awake he couldn't talk to her. She gave him a pat. "Hang in there, fella." Realizing something was wrong and she was weaponless, she ran to the phone. Picking up the handset she heard nothing. The lines were cut.

"Oh great." She had to make a decision quickly. Leave and get help but in the meantime, whoever was here would get away. Or stay and possibly be killed. "Well, I've always been a gambler." She muttered under her breath.

Eyeing a mop left by a custodian, she grabbed it. She carefully peered outside. Slowly, she walked through the corridors checking the rooms. When she got to the medical rooms, she peered inside. Beach Head was supposed to be here. The room was dark so her view was limited. Carefully, she opened the door.

"Beach?" She whispered inside.

There was no answer. Going into a defensive stance, she turned on the light. No one was there. Relaxing she got up, then she felt someone behind her. Swinging her mop around the cloth almost connected with Beach Head's scowling face.

"Trying to clean my clock?" He asked slightly amused.

"Beach? You scared me." Cover Girl lowered her weapon slightly. "What's going on? There's a weird smell. And I can't find Doc anywhere."

"Beats me. I was in the bathroom." Beach Head shrugged. "Maybe the spook's wolf knocked over something."

"Well, we need to let General Hawk know." Cover Girl said as she started walking out.

"Let me come with you." Beach Head said.

"No, it's okay. You stay here. You still have to recover." She edged away from him.

"Please, I'll recover when I do my morning run." He scoffed.

"Sure." Cover Girl agreed moving more quickly.

"What's your hurry?" Beach Head asked as he trotted to catch up.

"Oh well, something is up and I don't want to delay." Cover Girl almost broke into a run. As she got to the exit, the door slammed. Beach Head stood looking grimly at her. Cover Girl cursed her slowness.

"How did you know?" He asked in a low voice.

"If you were in the bathroom, how did you know Timber was here? I never mentioned him." Cover Girl held the mop in between her and Beach Head. "You're not the real Beach Head."

"Are you sure?" He asked coyly walking toward her.

Cover Girl took a few steps back. "Darn right, I'm sure." She said angrily.

"That's too bad `cause, I really did like you." He held up a gun.