Re: The Boise Horror
The two Templars stopped next to Trejo and Jason. They recognised them as fellow Templars, Winnie Franklin and Denis Carlton, whom they'd last seen that morning in Boise.
Franklin, the older black woman, replied, "good to see you! Denis and I were instructed to trail you but hang back, make sure you weren't followed. That German guy, Schaeffer, too. Sure enough, two Black Hat squads were gaining on you but we saw 'em before they spotted us. Then we ambushed 'em at your rig, along with the folks from New Ontario and that Roadkill guy. Schaeffer offered to stay there, hunt down the rest of the Black Hats so they can't get the word out they failed.
"We were delayed, but figured we may as well continue to the RV site. And here we are!" She, like Denis, looked tired from the ride and the fight.
"Let's get going, see if your ride has arrived." Winnie and Denis started back up the trail to where the others waited.
Back in the alpine meadow...
Nodding, Fred replied to Walker and Jane, "a dirigible? Yes, that would be them. Largest aircraft we know of that's still flying! Incredible, so big yet so quiet!"
Meanwhile, Simon had climbed out of the cab of the technical. He walked over to a clear spot and placed a small black round object on the ground.
The reason the immense shadow was so quiet became apparent as it came close and began to hover overhead. The engine pods were shrouded electric ducted fans, almost silent from over a couple hundred metres away and with little thermal signature. The humming of electric fans and motors grew as the shape settled overhead.
Then, a separate buzzing started to get louder, obviously some kind of small aircraft coming in for a landing. A tiny sleek black 2-man helicopter zoomed in at treetop height, flared to kill speed and landed almost on the spot where Simon had placed something on the ground. The canopy lifted up, exposing a pilot in front and passenger in behind (sitting tandem one after the other). There were two pods under stub wings on either side.
The pilot and observer climbed out. The pilot bent down to pick something up, then waited for his companion. He was armed with an SMG, dressed in a survival vest over pilot coveralls and kept his helmet on, NVGs clipped to the visor.