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This week’s word prompt is “sour”. We’re back with Athena in the second book of The Gods of DC Series.
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Athena drummed her fingers on the controls as she waited for the tower to give her clearance. She grinned when static was followed by a voice. “Lynch, ready for takeoff.”
“Roger.” Athena pressed forward on the throttle. The jet stormed down the tarmac with a roar of the engines. Moments later it was climbing through the air.
The land below streaked past as Athena found her altitude. She laughed to herself as she took in the sky around her. The engineers weren’t shitting anyone. This was one sweet ride. The power behind this beast was mindblowing. This baby was going to do some serious damage especially when there was a fleet of them.
She sighed as she stared at the billows of clouds. This was the closest she could come to Olympus other than being there. Ever since her father, Zeus, moved them from their home to Washington DC to be closer to the mortal world and the technology he craved, she rarely got back to the mountain. She missed it. Granted, seeing her work in action was satisfying but…
The sound of alarms and frantic beeping pulled her from her thoughts. She studied the dials and display monitors looking for the source of the emergency. Systems shut down one by one as the plane fell from the sky.
“Shit, shit, fuck.” Athena swallowed back the sour bile rising in her throat as she held tight to the yoke. She raced through the options in her head. She could just set the plane back on the tarmac where they started. But how many mortal’s minds would she have to alter to make them forget? She did a quick count in her head. There were way too many to deal with.
She glanced out the window to see the earth rushing towards her. She closed her eyes to focus on the inner mechanisms of the jet. Maybe if she could find whatever was wrong she could stabilize it, fix it and keep it from crashing. Erasing random sightings and incident reports was far easier than figuring out who exactly saw her on the base that day.
She gasped as she found the shorting wire in the engine. A moment later her entire body was jolted by the impact of the jet colliding with the ground. The memory of that wire was the last she had before everything went black.