Free Fog Bastards 2 Destination by Bill Robinson Page A

don't need.
     
     
Perez is already six feet back into the terminal by the time I turn around to follow. I catch up and pull in to her right.
     
     
"She's not so bad after all." Strange admission from Officer Perez.
     
     
"I told you. But I didn't tell her everything. I killed the three miners I didn't save."
     
     
Perez stops short and looks at me. I explain. She shakes her head, I'm sure disappointed in me again.
     
     
"You did not kill them. You did your best. The fog people have seriously fucked you over, Air Force." I have no response for that one, so I change the subject.
     
     
"Anything I can do to help find who is shipping the drugs in?"
     
     
"Not yet, but maybe soon. Unless you can get the power to go back in time and track the packages back to their source."
     
     
"Not likely." Hulk smash. That's my way.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
     
We spend the morning doing what we're supposed to be doing, eat lunch on the flight deck of a parked jet, tacos, my treat, and over the afternoon decide I shouldn't harass the drug dealers anymore, and figure out a plan to learn more about my friend the General. What else I should be doing though we can't figure out. She takes me out to the shooting range after work and I do much better, putting six rounds into the circle out of 10. She gets nine out of 10, but I think she missed that one on purpose so I wouldn't feel quite so bad.
     
     
We agree to meet at my parent's on Sunday after I finish my training session, and then drive off into the night. I head for Anaheim, but never make it to my usual spot. The bad feelings start as soon as I get off of the 22 onto Harbor, and get worse as I head north. I hit the diner at Chapman for a piece of pie I don't need, at a table with a window looking out at the Hilton. It takes me 25 minutes, but I find it, circling, looking for the Superdumbass who told it where to find himself.
     
     
These things cost millions, I should just go all Hulk on them and smash them to little bits until they run out, but then they would start plan B and who knows what that would be. If they think plan A is going to work at least I know what to look for. Or maybe not, but at least I can convince myself to believe I know what to look for.
     
     
Stuffed with really good chocolate cream pie, Starbuck and I take Harbor north to the 91 entrance, and then roll east to my suddenly new primary hiding place near the apartments in Colton. No bad feelings here, and I launch myself into the air, no destination, just a plan to fly.
     
     
There are still parties on the rooftops of downtown, no Celeste, though the LA City Council has banned the parties starting February first, so two weeks from now, who knows? I spend a couple hours making circles along the lazy river, cruising finally up Interstate 5 until it reaches Magic Mountain. Feeling stupid, I fly over the fence without paying, stay high enough not to be noticed at first, head to the Superman ride, and fly beside the car just as it is launched, racing the tourists to the top almost close enough to touch them, and float there waving at them as they fall back to earth.
     
     
Then it's off down the 5, then the 405, heading toward nowhere, when I spot a car sideways in the barrier, a group of folks milling around. I come to a nice landing next to it, trying to remind myself that I need to figure out how to land cool. The occupant is unconscious, and from the mangled state of the vehicle, trapped as well.
     
     
I push everyone back, not literally, but figuratively, grab the bottom of what once was the opening for the window in the door, and pull. About half the remnants of the door come away in one big piece, and I clear away the rest easily enough. I rip the seatbelt housing out of the frame of the car and toss it into the passenger seat, essentially unbuckling the woman inside.
     
     
The air bag is deflated, and it's easy to crush the steering column into the dashboard, and gently lift the unencumbered