Grimm looked up. The ship had taken an odd turn and was heading right for the Raptor's airborne base. At least, it was on a ramming course with the larger ship until the Raptors pelted the hull with bulletholes. "Great."
Grimm surveyed his surroundings. The Huntsman and Icarus were attacking the stray Raptors, but now the guns were done with shooting the ship down and were aiming at the men.
"That means Victor and Phil are still on board. Ly, you might want to hurry it up."
"I haven't done this in seventy years. And this isn't at all like a German Focke-Wulf."
"Lykopis, Victor and Phil can't make it on their own!"
"This connects to the cockpit." Grimm could hear the muffled sound of a hatch opening, followed by a gasp from the Amazon. "AHHHHHHHHHH!"
He couldn't see much from the hole he created, so he leaned forward. Lykopis was lying down on the floor of the ship. Two Raptors had Uzis aimed at her head. A third had a taser in his hand and gave Grimm and lopsided grin. Call off your two freaks or the lady gets it.
***
Everyone was too busy to notice the ship crash into the sea. Victor grabbed Phil by the collar. His infa-red was no good here. "Get up...get up...or we'll both be dead."
There was a slooshing sound at his feet, and then Victor felt something cold creep into his shoes. Water. Still carrying the unconsious Phil, he grabbed the wall, hoping to find the opening.
The plane shifted, and the entire cabin filled with icy-cold water. Victor let out a gasp before he was submerged. The water pulled him away from the wall. Where was the open door? It had been on his left, but now there was only cold steel. He was disoriented. Where was the door?
Things were going downhill.
