THE WAR OF FATE
Part
Two: The Dark Citadel
Chapter
Two: A Futile Military Strike
The maser tanks rolled along, the sound of
crunching gravel and the rotation of their treads marking their passage.
Just meters away from Bagan, the battalion halted their movement and raised
their laser weaponry at a fifty-degree angle. "Prepare to fire,"
came the order from the lead tank.
Bagan roared again in defiance of the
flying pests. The four that remained circled him, waiting for an
opportunity to strike. Bagan swatted at the fighter jets as a cat would
its prey. Suddenly he lunged at one of them and bit right through its
wing. "I'm hit!" came the scream over the radio, and the fighter
crashed to the ground and exploded. "Fire!" came the order from
the maser tanks, and they shot their laser beams at Bagan. The blasts of
pure energy seemed to be absorbed by Bagan's tough hide. He roared and
swung his tail, knocking a building over onto the battalion. Glass and
concrete crashed to the ground, crushing an entire row of tanks. The
remaining tanks retreated and regrouped.
"So he generates a force field.
Hmmm. How are we gonna get around that?" Fudge asked. G64
rubbed his chin. "Well, it seems like Bagan controls that force field
mentally. If we could distract him, it might be possible to get
through." UG90 looked up from the table he leaned upon. A metal
device was stretched out over the table. "I've done it!"
The others looked at him with surprise. "What the hell are you
talking about, kid?" GWB said. UG90 rolled his eyes.
"Well, if you gave me a chance to explain myself, I'd tell you. I've
developed a glider. One that will let the user control its flight simply
by thought. Isn't that incredible?"
"Uh, that's great," said
Deathwing as he turned back to the window. Shadow walked over to the
younger agent. "Don't worry about what they think. Everything
is done for a reason. Fate has preordained it. I'm sure your glider
will come in handy at some point in time." UG90 smiled at Shadow.
"Thanks. You know something, I think you're right," he said and
went back to work on the glider.
Black16's eyes went wide as though he had
just received a message. "I just realized that I have some loose ends
to tie up. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said, and then disappeared
into thin air. The agents looked around, unsure of what just happened.
"I hate when he does that," GWB said as he crossed his arms and looked
out the window at the one-sided battle waged in Beijing.
Bagan fired another beam of energy from his
mouth, obliterating yet another jet. "Red 5, this is Red Leader.
Retreat, I repeat, retreat. Over," said one of the remaining two
jets. "And let this beast destroy our city?! Never!" came
the reply. Red 5 fired his remaining missiles at Bagan's back, the
projectiles exploding shortly before they reached their target.
A wave of tanks rumbled through the broken
streets. It seemed like Beijing's entire military might had arrived, ready
to destroy this new threat. Bagan looked at his opposition and almost
seemed to smile at them as he bared his teeth, eager for destruction. The
tanks circled Bagan and an eerie calm settled over the city. Suddenly they
fired in unison, the sound of tank shells and explosives rocking the very air
itself. Bagan disappeared in a cloud of smoke and fire as the tanks
continued their assault. The maser tanks followed suit, as did a second
squadron of jets. In a matter of minutes, the military stopped firing.
The only sounds that could be heard were the scream of the jets as they flew in
a circle around a cloud of billowing smoke.
