Blade Ranger Planes: Fire And Rescue Novels & Stories

For the first time, we would both do this together, like we were meant to. We took my private plane and two other planes out of the pack boundaries. When we got to the airstrip, we highlighted and boarded the cars that were waiting for us already. I had Peter prepare my Range Rover keeps that we use for missions like this. I still don’t trust Peter completely, and I’m being careful not to divulge too much information about my plans to him. He could run to my uncle and report back to him, putting my life and my men in danger.

He says. I nod in understanding. I, however, know I wouldn’t give up my job, I’m protecting other children from losing their parents, I’m saving children from losing their lives. I can’t be selfish, I do this because I want to be the man who put out that fire that day. I want to protect people from fires like this one. We are done gearing up and we make our way in. Dante and I are in a team together. Walking in we see just how chaotic that’s the first sign things were going to shit.

We stop in a city called Ranger to hit up a pharmacy and get some food. Pain killers, cold compresses, aloe, and wraps for Brandon's more severe burns and wounds. Though Rin was easily able to deaden some of Brandon’s pain, it left her with excess fire energy that she needed to burn off, which was problematic when we were trying to get away from killer corpses. Leaving a trail behind wasn’t an option.

They fell from the sky, burnt to a crisp. Despite the catastrophic inferno, the soldiers did not stop their advance. They continually changed formations to guide the cargo planes forward. All of this was part of the plan Strider had devised before their departure. Although there was no food on the cargo planes, they played a crucial role in their mission, so everyone was dedicated to protecting it. The horde of bird monsters was scattered, but the relentless monsters regrouped after the flames subsided. They were not planning to surrender just yet. At that moment, the pilot who identified as "Fighter One" charged into the horde. He flew the Tempest-1 fighter jet, and his codename was "Starli

Then a third. "Company!" Jinx hissed over the comms earpiece she had given us. "Three armored SUVs. Council markings. They must have tracked the truck." "We're blown," I said, panic rising. "We have to abort." "Negative," Jinx said calmly. "Look up." From the clouds above, a dark shape descended. It was a cargo plane, a heavy, four-engine hauler painted matte black with no markings. It banked sharply, aiming for the cracked runway.

However, there was no crack on the ground, as if the earth had become elastic like ramen noodles. The sky was no longer safe now. There were often giant raptors attacking the planes, so the flights had become much less frequent as well. Each plane was also equipped with powerful thermal weapons. It was said that the trains were not only equipped with such weapons, they also paid Grandmasters to be on board to protect the passengers. The flight had been smooth so far, luckily they did not encounter any of those scary raptors. "Are we going to encounter one of those raptors soon? How powerful are they?" Chu Xun wondered.

In my possession were two Sikorsky S-92, an Airbus H160, and [Bell 525 Relentless. I had four turboprop planes: Pilatus PC-12, Beechcraft King Air 350i and two Cessna Grand Caravan EX. These ones were ever on standby should I need a quick yet fast way to evacuate people and items. The phone rang and Frankie, who was nearest to it, picked it up. She hung up and then turned to me. “We are good to go.” I finished my drink and followed Frankie down to the runway where we boarded the plane. I took my seat on one of the plush leather seats and Frankie took the seat opposite me.

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Sean had told me before that the path I went through was the shortcut to Patrick’s hideout. To the manager’s surprise, I took over the reins. I was not in the mood to dictate the path we should take because my mind ran some scenes of how to get through Sean. Once the thick rows of trees appeared before me, I knew we were close. The sound of the fleet of helicopters buzzed in my ears. I lifted my eyes to the sky, and my heart lightened in seeing the helicopters’ fast fire buckets bombing tons of water into the forest. Some of those airbuses were even using that Fire Attack Kit where a rigid, external tank was attached under the helicopter. It was equipped with a pumping hose that fetched wat

I said. The flight was a blur of G-force and emerald fire. The Reapers had deployed "Sentries"—smaller, insectoid drones that swarmed the sky like locusts. Fenris pushed the flyer to its limits, weaving through the obsidian pillars and diving into canyons to avoid the scanning beams. "Hold on!" Fenris roared as a Reaper beam clipped our wing. The flyer spun, the world turning into a kaleidoscope of green and grey. I felt Silas’s shadows wrap around the interior of the cabin, acting as a cushion of dark energy. I looked out the window and saw the mountain.