“Vigilance is assured, but there’s only so much you can control, kid. Someone could come for the plane at any moment, we must be vigilant to the first sign of trouble.”ĭash DaMont, another solidly-built man but of African American descent agreed–to a point. Will, avid a football fan as he was, glanced towards Berman. Relax, watch the game with us, Barcelona’s tied it up with Madrid, it’s going into extra time,” Burn Berman, a strongly built, square-jawed man who dared you to call him a ginger to his face and knew when you did behind his back, called to Will from the jump seat opposite of his at the back of the three-engined cargo jet’s cockpit. “Hey, kid, you look like you’re about to pass a diamond. On the contrary, they were treating this like it was the easiest hazard pay gig in the world. They didn’t seem to share his obvious trepidation. He was linked up with the world renowned Team Impossible, Burn Berman, Crash Cranston, and Dash Damont a team every bit as formidable as the expertly trained fighter pilots lurking outside. As well-defended the plane was inside and out, the top agent of Global Justice looked on edge.
The other two were out of sight–literally, their optical camouflage rendered them invisible to visual acquisition on top of radar.
The airliner itself was escorted by four stealth fighters, equipped with advanced sensors and esoteric weapon systems that were still only being considered by other nations.Īboard the freightliner, Global Justice Special Agent William Du looked out the window at one of the two planes flying close escort. In addition to its crew of two pilots, a team of Global Justice’s best agents stood guard, ready for any possible means of attack. 38,000 feet high above the Ionian Sea, an innocuous-looking freight airliner carried a not so innocuous cargo: on board was nearly half a billion dollars worth of rare metals and electronics destined for a secret location in western Europe.
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