“Jesus, I see it,” one pilot shouted into the communications net. “It is coming in hot and low over the trees.

The command pilot whipped his head back and forth as he looked for the target. A voice was screaming in the back of his mind; this was a dangerous situation. They had taken out one UFO, and another one was coming to them in one hell of a hurry. They had to be angry and vengeful. The buried thoughts made their way to his consciousness in a nameless fear that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

They were about to get rolled by the target.

“Scatter,” He ordered with a snap of his mouth. “Harp one and two, take the bastard out.”

“Affirmative.”

“Harp three, go for a landing in the front yard,” he added as he banked the helicopter and flew away from the house to make the helicopter an easy target for the incoming hostile.

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“I see it,” the copilot exclaimed and pointed to the east where a streak of light was darting high then low over the trees, following the terrain with an agility they could not hope to match.

In the blink of an eye, the hostile was passing into the loose formation of helicopters.

The control panel of the helicopter blinked and faded as the UFO shot past, lurching as the pilot regained control of the helicopter, and put more power to evading the attack.

A flash to the north-west, on the far side of the road fronting the house, one helicopter who had not made it far enough away from the alien ship to maintain power.

“Three’s down hard,” the copilot reported as the ground passed below the nose of the helicopter while the pilot tilted the ship to the extent of forward safety. The ground banked to one side as the pilot reoriented on the house and the front yard.

“We’re going to land now, before that bastard drops us.”

Four missiles streaked to the west, following the UFO as the attack helicopters joined the fight.