Not until then had Jonnie thought about what was going to happen to himself. He had a feeling that it didn’t really matter. He knew his head was staved in. He had lost an awful lot of blood. But he ought to make a gesture, some rudimentary effort, just to say he had. Say to whom? He was out of radio contact. The drone was wave neutralized to any screen. There was not the slightest chance of the drone being seen visually in this world of storm. Down under him would be sea or an even less friendly mountainside if the blast disabled his plane. Battleplanes were pretty well armored, but firing his own guns in an enclosed space, plus the mines, plus the fuel of the drone, was going to make a pretty big bang.
plusplusHis jet backpacks were gone. He rummaged about in the back of the plane. Must
