Gallagher
Shaman of Sexy
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SNAKE PLISSKEN
I feel the wheels of the light plane lifting away from the cold steel of the run way. I look down to take a final look at the prison city of New York. I pass over the city one last time. Its skyline broken and deformed thanks to years of war and battle.
I look down below to the camp, Houk was staring back up at me, seemingly un-fazed by the whole fiasco around him as the President has a Super-Sized McHissy-fit about his precious tape. Who the hell uses tapes in this day and age anyway? Christ. America sure has gone to hell since Siberia.
***
Several hours pass, my little flight is coming to an end. Should be touching down in China in less than an hour.
"What the hell is up with this cloud? I can't see s**t." I think out loud. The swirling mist has been fogging up my view for some time now, it happened so gradually I didn't notice it till now. I check the readings on the instruments
"What the hell?" I say again. Nothing was right: Altitude, Fuel, Bearings. It was giving me 50 different answers a second.
I was hit by a sudden burst of turbulence, my head bouncing off the window I felt myself lose consciousness. I shook it off as my vision became blurred the cloud was beginning to clear. My eye was shutting, alarms blared from my cockpit. I felt a warm trickle of blood drip down my face. The last sight I saw before I lost consciousness was the last sight I ever wanted to see...
"Ah... S**t..." I fell into a deep slumber...
I feel the wheels of the light plane lifting away from the cold steel of the run way. I look down to take a final look at the prison city of New York. I pass over the city one last time. Its skyline broken and deformed thanks to years of war and battle.
I look down below to the camp, Houk was staring back up at me, seemingly un-fazed by the whole fiasco around him as the President has a Super-Sized McHissy-fit about his precious tape. Who the hell uses tapes in this day and age anyway? Christ. America sure has gone to hell since Siberia.
***
Several hours pass, my little flight is coming to an end. Should be touching down in China in less than an hour.
"What the hell is up with this cloud? I can't see s**t." I think out loud. The swirling mist has been fogging up my view for some time now, it happened so gradually I didn't notice it till now. I check the readings on the instruments
"What the hell?" I say again. Nothing was right: Altitude, Fuel, Bearings. It was giving me 50 different answers a second.
I was hit by a sudden burst of turbulence, my head bouncing off the window I felt myself lose consciousness. I shook it off as my vision became blurred the cloud was beginning to clear. My eye was shutting, alarms blared from my cockpit. I felt a warm trickle of blood drip down my face. The last sight I saw before I lost consciousness was the last sight I ever wanted to see...
"Ah... S**t..." I fell into a deep slumber...