Sr-71 Blackbird Drawing の小説・ストーリー

We both sipped our drinks and her gaze drifted to the painting. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” “Yes, it is,” I replied, stepping a little closer to admire the brush strokes. “The first Air Force One—Columbine II. A Lockheed Constellation, if I remember correctly. Eisenhower flew it back in the '50s. This particular painting captures the moment it landed after his goodwill tour to South America.” Evelyn was overtly impressed. “You know your history,” she said, raising her eyebrows in pleasant surprise. Smiling, I sipped from my glass again.

He glanced at Nathan through the rearview mirror and turned on the car’s Bluetooth so that he could hear the conversation. After Crystal had left, Nathan had doubted his decision to let her go so easily, so he had set after her in his private Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird. The Blackbird is the fastest plane in the world. It can go over two thousand miles per hour, whereas the Marine One - the helicopter that Crystal had taken - only went one hundred and fifty miles per hour. Thus, he easily beat her to her destination. He could easily locate her with the clamp around her ankle. At the moment, though, he had just been cruising around and formulating his next move. Vic felt very puzzled, but he did

The blue prints showed that the room Stacco was using was the attic room, only a bedroom and bathroom up there with a bird view window. I had no idea when or if the chick was leaving, I also knew that if she left for a second I would have to use that window of time to do what I came here for, but then the discovery would be sooner than I wanted and I will be heading out that bird view window on the third floor. Shit. I had no choice, I was sure if I made it out alive Flanagan would never let me see the light of day again, it was now or never.

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

Hearing his motorbike, I quickly pretended to read my history textbook while secretly watching him. Behind Connor is his family's roofless army green jeep. Thann one of the triplets sat in the driver's seat; across from him was their beautiful cousin Kara, and at the back were the remaining triplet, Tanner, and Tant. I admired Kara's light golden hair blowing gracefully in the wind. She was like a model, tall and elegant.