CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
New York City at sunset. The dying rays of the light were streaming through the rising smoke. A city in chaos that was only getting worse, the sound of some primeval weapon echoing off the buildings for miles in every direction. Fighter pilot Ian was leading his squadron high over the beast. “This is red leader, I have eyes on the target. It’s uglier than first recon pictures lead us to believe,” he said into the radio. “Acknowledged, red leader. You are free to engage at your convenience. Blow that thing back to hell,” the voice on the other side replied to him.
Ian knew full well there were still hundreds, potentially thousands, of civilians in the area who were going to be killed by not only the beast, but by their missiles as well. Ian had been thinking about this e
