Terrors of Pangaea by John C. Wright6/28/2023 No ordinary jet, she was driven by a combination of turbo-ramjets and liquid-fuel rockets. She had no tailfin, no large surfaces to reflect radar. The black hull was bat-shaped, streamlined to the ultimate degree. The magnificent machine was dubbed the Shooting Star VII. More than one of his gauge needles crept toward red. The cockpit vibrated and the hull groaned. Preston had little fear of being spotted. At furious speed Preston dove in after, engines roaring. It moved like no aircraft and no missile known to man. The unidentified flying object was disk-shaped, bathed in a nimbus of strange light, and changed course and speed with sudden, strange jerks of motion that defied normal laws of inertia. The solid sheets of rain blocked his sight. He squinted through the small, sloped, triangular windows of his rocketplane. When the stormclouds parted, and he glimpsed the glowing, unearthly craft he chased through the wild hurricane above the Bermuda Triangle, Preston Lost gritted his teeth in an odd smile, gripped the joystick, dropped the nose of the superhighspeed pursuit plane sharply down, opened the throttle of the jet engines, and ignited his afterburners. *** *** **** Book One: Huntsmen of Pangaea Episode 01 The Hole in the AirĬolonel Preston Lost did not think of himself as reckless, because he believed in preparation, proper equipment, patience in stalking the prey.īut, if truth be told, he was not a cautious man. Thus shall you think of this fleeting world:
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