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“What the fuck is that?” Rodney Arlen gasped as he looked at his radar screen. “Something is coming in at 1400 mph. We’re being invaded. It’s that Los Angeles shit.”
“It’s an F16,” Joe Bates sighed. “I forgot to tell you. It’s scheduled. Some broad from Area 51 is coming in. Let them land.”
“Wow!” Shannon exclaimed. “This thing is unbelievable. I hate airplanes, but this is a regular carnival ride. Can we shoot the place up?”
“Nope,” Dan said. “Cagney pulled all the goodies off before we left. Maybe.” He played with the console and smiled. “He forgot the Gatling Gun 20 MM cannon,” he grinned. “We could evaporate the control tower with that. Wanna do it?”
“Nah, poor bastards don’t deserve to die for our entertainment. We’ll just land. Keep that puppy in mind though, you never know what this asshole has up his sleeve. He could have more friends that we don’t know about."
”Roger that,” Dan said as he made the approach. He pulled down the speed and set the aircraft down with yards to spare. He taxied over to a secure hangar and parked the plane.
A taxi appeared and took Shannon downtown. The driver, a filthy smelling illegal alien, kept staring at her legs in the rear view mirror. Shannon took her .45 out of her bag and put it to the back of the driver’s head.
“Keep your eyes on the fucking road unless you want to become part of it,” she said quietly. The driver’s head snapped forward and he never looked at her again.