By Tim Sevenhuysen
Posted May 30, 2012
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“Recloak,” ordered Tic. He arced the Pelican up and around, away from where the yetis were taking their stand with their slingshots and Gortinawa seeds. “Now, take some shots, Hagga.”
Haglyn gripped the turret controls and found a target, squeezing off a rapid burst of lasers. Immediately, Tic zipped the Pelican away to a new location, a little closer to Dunter’s HQ. Some of the enemy ships—the ones that weren’t making active strafing passes on the yetis—swarmed over the area the Pelican‘s shots had come from, scattering some lasers around through empty air.
“Just like I thought,” said Overard, watching. “They won’t use their CloakBusters in the middle of a clustered battle. Too much chance of locking on to an ally.”
“Perfect,” said Tic. “Do it again, Hagga.” They repeated the maneuver, darting here and there, always staying just on the periphery of the enemy’s defensive swarm. The jets and Liberati fighters spread out more and more, trying to divide their attention between their invisible target and the yeti threat below.
“Come on, fat Lady,” muttered Overard. “We know you’ve got some more… Ha! Here they come!” The hangars at the peak of Dunter’s building had begun to open again, releasing more jets and fighters.
“Here we go,” said Tic. Haglyn squeezed off one last stream of lasers, then Tic pointed the Pelican‘s nose straight at the hangars and hit the acceleration. They squeezed through just inside one hangar’s retracting roof and came to a quiet hover over the docking bay. A score of Dunter’s goons, overseen by several Liberati, were hurriedly preparing a few remaining jets for launch. In their urgency, they appeared oblivious to the cloaked intruder.
“We did it!” said Milly.
Tic nodded. “We’re in.”
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