𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 • ʳᵒᵇᵉʳᵗ ᶠˡᵒʸᵈ

chapter six.

chapter six — deja vú
[ jasmine. ]
"according to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. — the bee, of course, flies anyway, because bees don't care what humans think is impossible." -the bee movie.

"okay, talk to me, bob." i instructed, leading us through the course steady so far. "we are 12 seconds late on target. we gotta move ! we gotta move !" "shit." i mumbled. "copy. try to stay with me." coyote responded.

as i followed coyote, i heard bob suddenly asking, "huh? who's that?" i glanced back to see a plane flying up afar. i started to speed up, "nothing good." i sighed.

of course, i could never have a day of peace at work, because, what kind of job would that be? a cubicle job?

i'd rather be anywhere but a cubicle.

"blue team, you've been spotted." captain spoke through the comm. "shit, it's maverick." coyote swore. "never anything good," i commented. captain spoke again, "i'm a bandit on course to intercept. blue team, what are you gonna do?"

"bandit?" i whispered to myself. "i'm still trying to get past that part, too." bob told me, "he's now 20 miles left. 10 o'clock, with 700 knots closure." "your call. what do you want to do, honey?" coyote asked me.

i swiftly weighed my options, "continue. we're close. stay on target." "he's swinging around to the north !" bob warned. "stand-by for pop up." coyote replied. "be ready with that laser, bob." i instructed. "copy. i'm on it." he shared, seeming happy to do something just to distract himself.

"blue team, bandit is still closing." captain said. "bandit this, bandit that," i muttered. i heard from coyote, "popping now." as we turned over to fly straight up, i let out a grunt, the pressure feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"bob, tell me where maverick is." coyote said. "he five miles out. he's coming fast." bob practically yelled as we turned back over and flew into the canyon, "target's in sight !" i commented. "where's my laser, bob?" coyote asked. "...deadeye ! deadeye ! it's no good. sorry, i can't get a lock."

"we're out of time. i'm dropping blind." coyote said, making my eyes nearly pop out of my head, "are you crazy?" "we don't have any other choice, honey." he told me sternly.

so, he aimed, and, of course, terribly missed.

"damn it ! missed." he said as we shot up out of the canyon, beginning to gasp for heavy air. "we need... to take you... to aiming... lessons !" i said between large gasps, the feeling of my chest being sat on by an elephant taking over my train of thought. maverick came back in, "that's tone." "maverick's got a missile lock on us." bob told me. "shit ! we're dead." i groaned, country accent coming through as i pulled away and quickly leveled out.

captain came over my comm, "that's a fail. coyote, level out... coyote? do you copy? coyote, come in."

"what's happening?" i asked desperately, keeping my eyes on the terrain. "he's in G-LOC, must've blacked out ! he won't level out !" bob told me. "damn it," i murmured, shaking my head.

you could never help someone out of G-LOC unless screaming at them through their comms and hoping for them to wake up counted.