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danger_aceJake "Danger Ace" Stefokowski was not having a good day, thus far. Oh, he'd managed to steal the Turk's special mind control blend of hashish from the Ubiquitous Dragon Tong, but everything had gone to Hell in a hand-basket after that.
"Come on darling, just a little farther," he pleaded with the plane, which was only just holding herself together. "Nepal in January is not my idea of a vacation destination."
He swore as one his pursuers came out from behind the mountain peaks he was currently threading through. There had been five of them, now there was only one. The rest had dashed themselves to pieces on the unforgiving mountainside.
The chatter of machine gun fire broke the silence over the Himalayas. Jake twisted the stick, sending the Steel Hawk slipping sideways in the air. Despite his efforts, the plane shuddered as the trailing edge of the gun's fire caught her tail. He could feel in his bones that the old girl wasn't going to hold herself together much longer.
This could be the end, he thought to himself. I might be the second of us to die after all. Then he laughed. "When you've nothing left to lose, it's time to gamble it all, old son."
He grinned to no one. "Well, my dear, let's show this son of a bitch what we're made of, eh? We may go down in a blaze of glory, but I'll be damned if he's going to walk down off this mountain."
The mountain pass narrowed, the wind whistling in treacherous currents along the mountainside. Jake aimed the Hawk closer to the face of the mountain as his pursuer followed him, caught up in the chase. The gap narrowed and twisted, but the other pilot still followed, oblivious to the potential danger. He grinned, knife sharp. "Bet you can't do this!" he shouted, yanking the plane back and upwards, hearing her engine and frame wail in protest. The rush of air from the Hawk's frantic maneuver pushed his pursuer into the treacherous air currents, causing the pilot to drift just a little too close to the wall of the narrowing gully. His wing scrapped the wall, throwing sparks, and, for him, it was all over. The plane careened into the mountainside just as the Hawk's frame began to shake itself apart.
The Hawk went down, skidding along a ledge on her belly, her landing gear tearing itself off. He could feel his ribs break from the impact, feel her metal flying free and drawing his blood in jagged lines. She teetered on the edge of a cliff for a moment, a final gift to her pilot. Jake bailed out of her with his prize, and seconds later she plummeted to her final resting place.
"You were always a good girl," he said sadly, lying in the snow. From the feel of things, at least one broken rib had nicked a lung. He staggered to his feet, gasping from the pain. He needed to get to shelter, or the winter would kill him first.
There are places in the world that are...thin, and the subtle energies that have let him survive time and time again search for a chance that will let him live. He finds an abandoned shack after tramping a good mile through the snow. There is no help here, but Milliways can use any door it pleases....
"Come on darling, just a little farther," he pleaded with the plane, which was only just holding herself together. "Nepal in January is not my idea of a vacation destination."
He swore as one his pursuers came out from behind the mountain peaks he was currently threading through. There had been five of them, now there was only one. The rest had dashed themselves to pieces on the unforgiving mountainside.
The chatter of machine gun fire broke the silence over the Himalayas. Jake twisted the stick, sending the Steel Hawk slipping sideways in the air. Despite his efforts, the plane shuddered as the trailing edge of the gun's fire caught her tail. He could feel in his bones that the old girl wasn't going to hold herself together much longer.
This could be the end, he thought to himself. I might be the second of us to die after all. Then he laughed. "When you've nothing left to lose, it's time to gamble it all, old son."
He grinned to no one. "Well, my dear, let's show this son of a bitch what we're made of, eh? We may go down in a blaze of glory, but I'll be damned if he's going to walk down off this mountain."
The mountain pass narrowed, the wind whistling in treacherous currents along the mountainside. Jake aimed the Hawk closer to the face of the mountain as his pursuer followed him, caught up in the chase. The gap narrowed and twisted, but the other pilot still followed, oblivious to the potential danger. He grinned, knife sharp. "Bet you can't do this!" he shouted, yanking the plane back and upwards, hearing her engine and frame wail in protest. The rush of air from the Hawk's frantic maneuver pushed his pursuer into the treacherous air currents, causing the pilot to drift just a little too close to the wall of the narrowing gully. His wing scrapped the wall, throwing sparks, and, for him, it was all over. The plane careened into the mountainside just as the Hawk's frame began to shake itself apart.
The Hawk went down, skidding along a ledge on her belly, her landing gear tearing itself off. He could feel his ribs break from the impact, feel her metal flying free and drawing his blood in jagged lines. She teetered on the edge of a cliff for a moment, a final gift to her pilot. Jake bailed out of her with his prize, and seconds later she plummeted to her final resting place.
"You were always a good girl," he said sadly, lying in the snow. From the feel of things, at least one broken rib had nicked a lung. He staggered to his feet, gasping from the pain. He needed to get to shelter, or the winter would kill him first.
There are places in the world that are...thin, and the subtle energies that have let him survive time and time again search for a chance that will let him live. He finds an abandoned shack after tramping a good mile through the snow. There is no help here, but Milliways can use any door it pleases....
