Chapter 7 - The Countermeasure
The radar showed the lethal projectile closing the distance in a matter of seconds.
Emily had no military weapons to deploy, but she intimately understood the mechanics of a jet engine.
She reached for the emergency fuel dump switches located on the overhead panel.
She flipped the toggles, instantly venting thousands of gallons of highly flammable aviation fuel into the air behind them.
The thick mist of raw fuel trailed the aircraft like a massive, invisible cloud.
"Hold on to something," Emily whispered to herself, bracing for the impact.
She deliberately slammed the throttle of the right engine fully forward while cutting the airflow.
The intentional compressor stall caused a massive backfire of pure flames to shoot out of the exhaust pipe.
The spark ignited the massive cloud of dumped fuel lingering in the sky behind them.
A spectacular fireball erupted in the night sky, creating a massive thermal bloom.
The heat-seeking missile immediately locked onto the burning fuel instead of the airplane.
The weapon detonated a safe distance away, shaking the commercial jet with a deafening shockwave.
Emily forcefully pulled the yoke back, leveling the plane out just a few thousand feet above the dark ocean waves.
She exhaled a long, shaking breath, believing she had finally defeated the drone's attack.
Then, a horrifying metallic screech echoed from the ceiling of the passenger cabin.
The drone had not been destroyed by the explosion.
It had used the smoke as cover to magnetically attach its metallic underbelly directly to the roof of the Boeing.
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The sound of high-speed industrial drills began tearing through the aluminum hull of the aircraft.
The machine was attempting to breach the pressurized cabin and murder everyone inside.
