“I just monitored Cherokee Control talking to Albuquerque Center. They said they wanted all civilian aircraft diverted from the area by order of the Department of Homeland Security - said they were sending armed fighters to an area just north of Roswell to shoot down a terrorist aircraft.”
Convair swore.
“I’ve got to get a hold of Scarlet and tell him to stand down the fighters. They don’t know Stanley is onboard and that we are in control.”
Convair grabbed his cell phone and dialed Scarlet’s private number. Again he swore as he threw his cell phone across the room.
“What’s wrong?” Meinrad said barely ducking in time to keep from getting hit by the flying phone.
“All circuits are busy!” Convair yelled. Did anyone ever tell you how much I HATE cell phones?”
“So what do we do now?” Meinrad said. “If they see him, they’ll shoot him down.”
****
Static watched from his high perch well above the military action going on below. He felt almost godlike, watching the world from on high.
Convair’s voice crackled in Static’s headset, startling him.
“Static, do you copy?” Convair asked.
“You have any ideas yet?” Static replied.
“We’ve got a new problem. Fighters are headed your way – to shoot you down.” Convair said.
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