John looked up at the fighter jet above him. It was darting and twisting through the air like it was trying to avoid missile fire. But as far as John could see, there were no other jets or missiles around.

Is Aria having a stroke or something?

That was the most sensible conclusion that John could think of. Either that or she was trying to dislodge John from the plane, which was a definite possibility. She might have a system that rewarded her for flying her plane into the air and dropping people to their deaths.

But if that were to be the case. Then why didn't she have a skateboard or something else for John to roll on to prevent the friction from tearing him to shreds?

I wonder what could be causing her to jerk around so much?

.....

Luckily, whatever it was, it didn't dislodge John.

Now, he was just faced with the problem of landing.

To put it simply. There was no space for the plane to land in the Warrior's compound. Whoever was designing it didn't want it to be a place that you could reach by air because there were concrete walls built to stop the jet from landing.

And past those structures, there were only mountains and hills, which were nowhere near flat enough to land on.

John looked up at the fighter jet which held Aria a few feet above him. In his current scenario, he couldn't exactly ask her what she planned to do about landing. So he was just stuck hoping that whatever it was. It wouldn't be harmful.

The jets of the jet turned off. Their spout of flames vanished. The jet was now coasting through the air.

It flew circles around the compound as it slowly lost speed.

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Until finally, is was only about five hundred feet above the compound. John assumed that going down any further might activate the anti-air defences. Because otherwise, John couldn't see a reason not to get closer to the ground.

TAK!

The sound of a metal wire snapping echoed out. And suddenly John was in a free fall.

Oh. So, she does have a system that rewards her for dropping people to their deaths. Why are all the hot girls always crazy?

John couldn't puzzle out a response to that question. He chalked it up to the fact that he hadn't talked with many hot girls for a very, very long time.

Through the rushing wind, John heard a single heart tearing sound.

"YIP!"

Spiralling down towards John. With their super wide wings spread were John's babies.

Crap. If I die, then I'd leave them behind.

John started to wiggle his body back and forth in the air.

Suppose he managed to twist himself so that he landed feet first. Then maybe he would have a minuscule chance of surviving.

But his arms and legs were tied up. So, directing himself through the air is difficult.

"SHIT IS THAT A METEOR!"

Luckily, John's fall was broken by a nice stabby lawn chair.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pain was real.

John had a full-on belly-flopped onto the ground.

THUMP

And the metal rope fell right onto him afterwards. John's body was crushed as a wheeze escaped his lips.

Fuck. I think my ribs are broken.

John's face twisted into a scowl woven with fear. He couldn't move his back.

And I think my spine might be broken, too.

"YIP!"

"YIP!"

"YIP!"

John heard three separate yips that were staggered by a few seconds. It was his babies.

"Haaaaaaaaa."

Band-Aid started to blow a healing light onto John. John couldn't help but sigh as his pain abated slightly.

Band-Aid is a perfect being.

"Seriously! What the fuck! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU JUST FALL FROM THE SKY!" Screeched an unknown man.

John looked up at the man. He had a skinny body a big beard, and reeked of marijuana. He was wearing a shirt with images of glowing blue mushrooms drawn onto it. However, his beard covered his facial expressions a bit. John could still see a twisted snarl of confusion on his face.

"I finished my mission." Responded John

"THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER! HOW THE CAPITAL FUCK DID YOU FALL FROM THE SKY!"

John simply furrowed his brows at him.

I don't think you're allowed to get outside help on the mission. It would probably be best not to tell him.

"I finished my mission." John insisted.

Harry opened his mouth a scream was at his lips.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

But instead of a scream from his mouth came a sigh.

"Can you tell me how you managed to fall from the sky? Do you gain some special skill from the system or something?" Asked Harry.

John paused for a moment.

Should I just say that I have a special skill? No. Then he might ask me to prove it. Best to just fence sit.

"I can tell you that I finished my mission." Said John.

Harry nodded.

"Okay. So you're not budging about that then. We'll send some of the warriors who have time off to evaluate your mission's success. In the meantime, you owe me ten thousand dollars. You have a year to pay it off. And if you don't. I'll kill you."

John sighed.

Just my luck. Now my net worth is literally negative.

"Okay… Could you get me out of these ropes, please?" Asked John

Harry scowled.

"I'll get someone else to do it. I need to get a new lawn chair."

What a fucking asshole.