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twenty-four - Viva La Pluto Fuck You

twenty-four - Viva La Pluto Fuck You

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"Shoot what feels right."

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~ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ~









"Time is your worst enemy." All the fighter pilots sat in their seats, listening to their mission which was given by Maverick,

"Stage 1 of the mission is to advance at low altitude in two teams. You will reach your destination through this narrow canyon. The area smells of radar-mounted heat-seeking missiles. These missiles are deadly. But they are designed to protect the sky above, not the canyon below." He sighed and everyone seemed nervous from what they were hearing, "Because the enemy knows that no one is crazy enough to fly under them."

The girl watched how Maverick was looking exactly at her as he spoke about 'crazy people.'

"That's exactly what I'm going to train you for. On mission day, your altitude will be 1000 feet. Maximum. If you pass this altitude, the radar will catch you...and you die. Your speed will be 660 knots. Minimum. Arrival time at destination 2.5 minutes. This is because of the 5th generation warplanes waiting at the nearby airport. If you encounter these planes in an F-18...you will die." Venus felt her hands grow sweaty, "So before these planes even have a chance to catch you, you must enter, hit your target, and disappear. This makes time your biggest competitor. Your navigation system has a simulation of the canyon. The faster you cross this canyon...the more difficult it will be for you to stay under the radar and stay away from enemy planes. As the turns get harder, the force of gravity on your body increases exponentially. It compresses your lungs, It forces the blood in your brain to flow, affects your decisions and reaction time." The man sighed and venus felt her blood run cold. "They asked me not to overload you. So your altitude is 1,300 feet and your time to destination is 3 minutes–

–Good luck."

Venus and Bones were behind Hangman as they swerved through the mountain range. They followed through the computer to make sure they were making the correct turns and cuts.

Bones looked behind to see Rooster slacking behind them, "Hangman, slow down. We're losing them."

Venus heard Hangman chuckle, "Nothing wrong with being early." The girl rolled her eyes.

"Pulling up," Venus told Bones. The girl immediately went down, making her lungs compress, but she kept going. Bones tried to get the correct angle to shoot the target, but he couldn't get it.

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