CHAPTER 47
Six M-16s began emptying their practice ammunition.
The plexi bubble of her control room was pounded with a rainstorm of bullets. She lay down across the seat Jeff the Chef had recently vacated as the old bubble shattered and the rounds pounded against the back of the seat where her head had been moments before. And she hadn’t bothered to wear safety goggles inside the booth.
More rounds pounded against the back of her equipment as the cockpit was raked with hostile fire. Monitor after monitor shattered under the a***e, a cloud of sparks filled the small space and she covered her hair to avoid it catching on fire.
In a final burst, the main circuit breakers blew and everything stopped.
The gunfire ceased. Her ears rang with the sudden silence.
The helicopter fan wound down
