Maru Planes: Fire & Rescue Novels & Stories

“But you owe me, boy.” I felt relief, though time still wasn’t on our side. It had been two and a half hours — too long. “We’re hijacking your plane,” Mara said, backing toward the pack’s private airstrip. One of her old planes — a relic she somehow managed to keep in the air and was the fastest. We got in, the engine sputtering awake, and flew toward the city. I sat silently, my mind running, praying we weren’t too late.

“You think your power makes you untouchable.” “No,” she said. “I think it makes me responsible.” He laughed softly. “Then let us see how responsible you are.” The room exploded into motion. Sirens screamed outside. Mara’s voice cut through the noise. “They hit the southern district. Coordinated raids.” Aria closed her eyes briefly. She felt it. Screams. Fires. Panic. Marco stepped back, satisfied. “Every minute you stand here, more people suffer.” Luca lunged, but Aria caught his arm.

I watch for a moment as she picks up speed and her braids flows behind her. We reach the bay within a few minutes. Fifty Warriors stand by for Marinah's command. The Federation ships are small pinpoints on the horizon. Marinah scans the water. "If we can see them, they can see us, and they know we've been alerted to their presence. As soon as they release the underwater hellhounds, we'll send the planes in." Marinah decided to forgo sending our planes out to sea before Federation ships hit our waters. I didn't question her, and Beck was nowhere around when the decision was made. Marinah had a reason for doing it this way and I don't need to understand. We have four operational passenger plan

Guttural laughs escaped from their inhuman throats, but it quickly died when an AWB Marine equipped with a nozzled rifle connected to a backpack fuel tank appeared from cover and aimed at the trio. They may be quick and agile, but they were helpless from the fury of the flames dispensed by the Marine when green flames erupted from the weapon and swallowed them. The fourth and fifth Tikbalangs appeared behind their burning brethren but the flamethrower Marine immediately set his weapon to fire liquidous munition and dispensed a stream of green glowing light at the two without warning.

Roy said, making Marcella roll her eyes in defiance. “ Fine! I will do it his way, happy ?” Roy chuckled, “ Very.” He turned to rest of the crew, who is ready for action. “ Someone should call a fire brigade and inform them about the fire, there are fire extinguishers in your cars, take it and put out the fire while some should scan the environment for any impending dangers, the fire still look fresh, that means they are still here. Patricia might be inside or with them, we are not sure. Go, go, go now!” Roy barked at them as they started rushing to do their duties.

she muttered. Mariko looked back at Marcus again, and asked, “do you know how to swim?” Marcus nodded. “Good!” she said. “ when I say jump… You jump, alright?” Mariko instructed him. Marcus nodded. “One… two… three. Jump!” Marcus followed his orders, and he jumped into the sea. While Mariko took her gun from her holster, using one hand Mariko shot Lincoln before she fished out a grenade from her pocket and threw it in the chopper. She then jumped into the sea before the grenade exploded and made the chopper blow into pieces.

she demanded. "Could be dangerous," Paolo warned, but he was already turning the wheel, his weathered hands moving with surprising speed. As they drew nearer, Maria's heart climbed into her throat. "Paolo! It's a person!" Paolo cursed viciously, gunning the engine. "Get the hook and the rescue ring!" The boat cut through the water, slicing past floating luggage and twisted metal. A plane. It had to be a plane crash. Maria tried not to think about the people, the families who had been aboard. Instead, she focused on the lone figure floating face-down in the water.

You’re my fire. Mara raised her mug, brown eyes glinting, a grin breaking free. “Gods, you two are brighter than the moon!” She tossed another bone, laughing, leaning into Jasper, trust a sea—Sam’s fire, Jasper’s heart, her pack. Ember purred, proud. Pack’s pack, Mara—tease, bind, thrive.

Marcel, holding a heavy-calibre rifle, provided covering fire from behind a stack of shipping containers. Morgan pushed Alice into the vehicle. “Get out of here, Bima!” “Not without you!” Bima shouted. Morgan and Marcel exchanged one final look of understanding. This was their bond, forged in a lifetime of shared pain and renewed loyalty. They both jumped into the accelerating SUV just as a volley of rounds shattered the rear windscreen.

“We’ve got company.” Mara’s stomach dropped. “How many?” “Two SUVs. Blacked out. No plates.” Her mind flashed back to the last time she’d seen vehicles like that—on the night everything had gone wrong, the night her team vanished. “They’re not here for a chat,” she said. “Then we move.” Reese turned, but the motel room door suddenly rattled—once, twice, then hard enough to make the frame groan. Mara grabbed her go-bag from under the bed. She didn’t need to check—she knew the contents by heart: two extra mags, a burner phone, a flash drive, and the one thing she’d sworn never to touch again—the encrypted key.