Skyfire by Vossen Doug

Author:Vossen, Doug [Vossen, Doug]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boulevard East Publishing
Published: 2015-12-08T18:30:00+00:00

CALLIE

Almost there. I got this! Callie chose the helicopter in the middle of the nearest row; it appeared to have the least commotion around it. Out of eleven seats on the Blackhawk, only two remained. A soldier who looked wounded but was still conscious and ambulatory took one of them, assisted by a civilian already on board.

This agitated Callie. “Someone,please! I need to get this little girl on this fucking helicopter!” Callie found herself in a shoving match with a woman in her late 50s. “Lady, please!”

“Look here, I am GETTING on this helicopter, bitch!” said the woman, forcing her way on.

Callie couldn’t believe the woman’s audacity. Begrudging a child medical attention – it was baffling. She stumbled back as people began fighting over the final seat on the helicopter. It was a mess, a prime example of survival instinct overrunning more rational human behavior.

This isn’t happening. I’m going to get trampled by these animals! Callie was knocked to the ground. She was on her rear end pushing backwardwith her heels, clutching Jessica to her chest. Two large men clawing each other’s face fell on top of her. She tried with all her remaining strength to push away from the commotion so she could reassess the situation. I can’t get my leg out from under these two fat-asses! Goddamn it!

The two men were now locked in an intense wrestling match, nose-to-nose and completely unaware of their surroundings. Callie was able to pull one leg loose and kick the top man repeatedly. She aimed for his head and didn’t stop. She could feel the reverberations of her foot against a human skull, over and over again, the vibration dissipating through the rubber sole of her knee-high leather boot. After several kicks Callie realized her foot hurt very badly. She was on the verge of giving up when she felt a pair of hands grab underneath her armpits and forcefully drag her backward. She was surprised at how fast she was moved backward; the pressure of the person’s fingertips dug into the top outside corners of both her breasts. Just then, she felt a sting in the back of her head. It took every ounce of self-discipline not to release her death-grip on Jessica. What the fuck was that?

Callie turned to see the silhouette of a man in a baseball cap. It was Trent. The sting on the back of her head was from his knee as he stumbled backward.

“Shit, my bad Callie,” said Trent. “I saw what happened. Fuck that. Jessica is getting on that helicopter no matter what. That shit was shameful!”

“What the hell can we do?”

Trent flicked the selector level on his carbine to ‘semi’ and hit the quick release on his gear. “Follow me. Be ready to hand over Jess. And to use that gun of yours again.”

Oh shit. What does this psycho have planned?

Trent ran back to the commotion by the helicopter. There was no semblance of control. It was an embarrassing sight - humans acting in such a selfish, underhanded manner.

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