ABOARD SF COMMAND TRANSPORT 3
As soon as Corrine heard the report from the Navy patrol, she knew that somehow, some way, Ferguson and Conners had managed to take over the aircraft.
“Can you raise it on the radio?” she asked.
“We’re trying. Looks like it’s out of control. It’s flying south but very erratically.”
Corrine looked over at Gray, who was tracking the position. “If they fly south another ten minutes, they’ll be in a sea-lane,” said the Air Force major. “Beyond that, they’ll be over land.”
She nodded, then clicked her mike to talk. “Close your distance so you can shoot them down,” she told the Navy pilot. “I want you close enough to read any markings on that plane. If they don’t respond to you and change their course, I want you to shoot them down.”
“Understood. I’ll get close enough for a cannon shot. I’ll be right on top of him,” replied the pilot.
“I don’t care if you use an ax to take that plane down, as long as it’s not over land.”