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“I do not believe this,” Lieutenant Junior Grade Steve Pomerantz brought the Seahawk around for another pass at the giant, dinosaur creature. He loved reading about dinosaurs as a kid but this thing? This thing was ten times the size of a T Rex. It walked mostly upright, like the kids’ books had shown and not with the stretched out posture scientists later decided T Rex and similar theropods used.
“You’ve said that,” his copilot, Ensign Charlie Rodriguez, said.
The creature ignored them as it continued to stride through the Canadian countryside. Every few steps it would stop, turn one way, then another, almost as if it were searching for something.
So far, the creature ignored them.
“That’s a big sucker.” Pomerantz turned the helicopter sideways, giving Geoffrey Torgersen, the sensor operator, a good look with the extra cameras installed on the bird.
“That, too, you have said.” Rodriguez laughed.
“Getting a good look, Geoff?”
“Good enough that we should be collecting a check from Toho.”
“Toho?” Pomerantz asked.
“Make all those giant monster movies,” Torgersen said. “Although we really need to be in Tokyo for this.”
Pomerantz laughed again. “All right. I’m going to see if I can get in closer for the next one.”
“Recommend you maintain distance,” came in over the radio from the Gonzalez.
“I think we’re good,” Pomerantz replied. “That creature isn’t fast. Can’t be at that size, I expect. I’ll stay well out of reach.”
“Understood. Be careful.”
Pomerantz turned sideways to the creature then, with deft motions of cyclic and collective stick, edged closer to the creature.
“Damn, that thing is huge!” Torgersen said as the helicopter approached to within two hundred meters of the creature.
Pomerantz made another adjustment to the controls, bringing the helicopter to a stop relative to the creature. He hovered in front of it, just edging away as it stepped forward.
“It’s looking at us,” Torgersen said.
The creature lumbered toward them, picking up speed. Pomerantz danced the helicopter away, keeping a steady distance.
“Um, Lieutenant?” Torgersen said. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Think we’ve got enough pictures maybe? I’ve got a gig’s worth of video back here.”
“Charlie?” Pomerantz said.
“I agree, Steve. Time to boogie.”
The creature opened its mouth, emitting a roar that, from that distance struck like a wall of sound. Then, from the creature’s mouth streamed a jet of glowing vapor. The jet passed just in front of the helicopter.
Pomerantz felt a wash of heat as the jet passed. A shockwave caught the helicopter and tossed it up and back. the instrument panel lit up with warning lights and alarms.
“Fire! Fire! Fire!” Torgersen cried.
“Charlie!” Pomerantz cried as he fought to regain control of the helicopter. Oil pressure was all over the place just before the display winked out Sensor, or…? Rotor speed? No way. They’d be falling like a rock. He glanced up. The rotor seemed to be spinning at a normal pace. The sound seemed to be right. Sensors then.
Other displays started to shut down.
“Gonzalez,” Pomerantz shouted into the radio, “That thing shot, or spat, or something at us. Electrical systems…” He glanced at the radio. No lights. No indicators. Nothing. Turned off? He punched the switch. Still nothing. “Fuck.”
“Charlie? He shouted.
“I’m good,” Rodriguez responded, his voice muffled despite his shouting over the noise of the damaged helicopter. No intercom. “Fire suppression system out. Geoff got it with the handheld.”
“Right,” Pomerantz shouted back. “We are so out of here.”
What had just happened? Pomerantz wanted to believe it was not real, was a hallucination. But a crippled Seahawk told a different story.
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