by Dan E. Boy
Rhyme Guardian exited the airport abruptly, taking flight from the car park. He hoped that no one came across his civilian clothes stashed in the airport bathroom. He'd lost too many nice pairs of pants that way.
He concentrated on the rhyme force, feeling for the Mandelovian official, the one holding the chip.
That man mustn't be allowed to keep the chip. I don't know who that meta bodyguard was, but he may present a challenge.
The Rhymer was rapidly closing in on the plane.
Meanwhile, in the cockpit, Chewy noticed something on the radar.
"Oh, no," he said under his breath. He dragged the PPM back into the cockpit. "This won't be pleasant," the Walrus said.
Dan circled the plane, taking a second to feel for anyone inside. There were only two passengers, and they were both in the cockpit.
Good. Crashing this bird is the only way to get to them before they make another goddamn escape.
Dan hovered above the plane, and said to himself:
"I need to get to the package inside,
I need to destroy the PPM's ride."
He dived down toward the plane. He flew through the tail, taking off the entire back end of the plane. Debris scattered everywhere, and the plane fell into a nosedive.
Rhyme Guardian flew under the rapidly falling plane, and flew up into its belly. An explosion ripped off part of the plane's remains.
All that was left was the front section, which was falling very fast into what appeared to be the ground.
From it emerged two parachutes. There's my man... and his damn bodyguard.
The two landed in a bush area, while the remains of the plane scattered across the bush and surrounding desert.
The Rhymer dived down, aiming for the PPM. As he neared his target, an arm extended out from the bush and wrapped around him.
In an instant, Rhyme Guardian found himself face to face with Chewy Walrus.
"So this is where we fight, huh?" the Rhymer said.
"Looks like it," Chewy replied.