Thunderous explosions emerged from every angle, knocking hard against thick metal sheets that comprised the helecarrier's cabin.
"Flack cannons!" Agent Matteo shouted.
For hours it had been agonizing and fearful, especially to Luke who had not experienced any combat or war, unlike the men inside. There were sudden shifts and falls and ascensions, every shake gave Luke a sense of near death. A meter closer, one Flack explosion could tear their craft apart.
For hours, it had been agonizing. For hours, Luke had grinned his teeth and clasped his fists with the straps. For hours, he had short, calculated breaths.
Fortunately, their craft had not garnered major damages; might only be external dents, and they experienced sudden peace, only the hums of the high-powered engines remained.
"The cavalry destroyed the air defenses," the pilot announced through their headphones. "I think the Bugman forces are retreating!"
