​     Ting!​ Adam heard something ricochet off one of his wings. He was definitely being fired upon. He twisted his Bloodhawk so that it went spinning off to the north, making it not such an easy target. A missile whizzed by, just missing him. He brought up his own targeter to focus in on his dozen-plus attackers.  

​     They came right at him, traveling at near the speed of sound.

     Cool.

     Adam kept twirling, dropping his speed.

     And here it came...

     right at him.

     One of his attackers was definitely a suicide.

     Okay, well, we'll just have to see what we can about this, Adam thought. 

     You want to play chicken, friend, I'm your man. 

​     Adam came right at him. 

​     Within seconds, they'd collide. 

     Other jets flew past him, then turned to give chase.

     Adam loved his Bloodhawk. He caused it to stop, twirl, then go straight up, just like that. Even Goldbody's vessels weren't that advanced. The suicide flew past him, then collided with the pursuing jets.

     BOOM! 

​     Adam then turned to continue towards Pete's Peak.

     Dozens of blips now dotted Adam's scanner, dozens or more of Goldbody's jets coming right at him.   

​     The Bloodhawk became like a linebacker with a warball fighting to get to the end zone, only in this instance there was a whole third dimension to work with as well as a dozen players on the other team and no one but him on his. Impossible odds.

     Adam chuckled. He loved impossible odds.

     Adam became pure reactive instinct. He twirled and twisted. It was like a computer game in mid-air, only much faster. The air in front of Adam blossomed into a series of black-red-yellow mid-air explosions as his lasers sliced into the jet planes. He had to swerve sharp left once to avoid slamming into a jet that he had just destroyed. When he got to within fifty miles of Pete's Peak, he knew he was too high and moving too fast. He adjusted and plummeted. Now there were jets everywhere, all around him, firing upon him, so for a few seconds there all Adam could do was twist, fire, twist, fire, drop, fire, fire, rise, fire, drawing closer, ever closer, to Pete's Peak.

     "How do you think I'm doing?" he asked Claudia.

     "You're less then three miles away now, my dear."

     "Steer me in, Claudia."

     "And, once I do that, what are you...?"

     "You know what I'm going to do."

     "Get yourself killed?"

     "Still..."

​     "What..."

     "There's only way to stop this guy, so far as I can see."

     "I've packed that Bloodhawk you're steering with enough firepower to..."

​     "Just smack me through the side of Goldbody's fortress. I'll take care of everything else."

     "If only you'd..." 

​     "Here we go."

CONTINUE

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