Chapter 3

- The Nazgûl

Alex had mastered any gun within minutes.

“Impressive. Now we just got to get you some armor.” Alex’s trainer said.

However, Jennifer was not doing so well.

“Just focus and be calm. Don’t overthink it.” Her trainer said.

“How about you take me to the sickbay so I can be where I belong?” Jennifer answered.

“Fine by me” said her trainer.

Meanwhile, Joe equipped Spark.

“I think I like the two pistols best. So, how about you tell me more about this enemy of yours.” Spark said.

“He came in a few weeks ago. He took over the ark in a day or two. His base is on the mountain in the copper peaks. We are currently planning our first strike. We cannot launch a direct attack on his base, so we must first take apotheosis. We have a total strike force of two hundred survivors, twenty quetzals, fifty tapejaras, and ten tropeos. The plan is for the troops to be in five of the quetzals, three quetzals for supplies, and the remaining twelve for c4 dodos. The tapejaras will fly in first and draw out their fighters. Our quetzals have enough for six payloads of bombs. On the second payload, three quetzals of troops will fly in and two quetzals of supplies. On the third, the remaining troops and supplies will come in. The only problem is we don’t have a squad leader for the tropeos. Without a squad leader, they won’t stay in order. The pilots are just too crazy.” Joe said.

“I can do it.” Alex said.

“But you don’t even know how to fly one.” Spark said.

“Not knowing something never stopped me.” Alex said. She winked at them and walked off.

“Well I guess you got your pilot.” Spark said.