The Divatech Phantom Cargo jet soared through the air, barely making a sound. Even inside the cockpit, the co-pilot and the pilot remain silent as they near their target.
“Phantom 9 to heaven, come in heaven”, the pilot called breaking the silence.
“This is heaven, go ahead phantom 9”.
“We are currently 1200 miles from target, over”.
“Commence w/ action 23815, over”.
“Roger that, heaven.
The pilot cuts the transmission. The silence reinstates itself in the cockpit. He wasn’t going to ask, but he felt compelled too. The copilot turns around form his navigation unit to look in the cargo bay. Inside, an enormous solid black orb sits strapped down in the middle of the bay on top of the hatch doors.
“What’s are current altitude”, he asks the copilot.
He doesn’t answer. He stays in his trance with the black orb.
“The altitude, solider! What’s the altitude”, the pilot asked again.
The copilot quickly turns around to his station; “We are now at an altitude of…2,000 feet”.
The pilot gives his copilot a stern look and continues his mission. He looks at his remote locator.
“1000 miles till the target”.
“Excuse me sir, what… what is that in the cargo bay?”
“What did they tell you in briefing”?
“They told me that I was to assist you in delivering this package to these coordinates”.
“Then that’s all you need to know.”
The copilot withdrew his question.
“600 miles to target, turning on thrusters.”
The Phantoms speed increased slightly.
“450 miles till target…”
But he had to know, “is it a bomb?”
“200 miles till target.”
He waits for an answer.
“100 miles to target.”
“Yeah it’s a bomb, opening cargo bay to drop the package.”
Wind rushes into the jet as the doors open. The black orb drops out of the bay and plummets to the ground. The jet shakes as the orb makes its exit. The pilot could see that curiosity had his copilot by the throat, so he decided to put his mind at ease.
“Trust me son, you’re better off not knowing.”The jet pulls up and zooms of into the horizon, but bellow…