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As the plane flew closer and closer to your position, you began weaving a giant slingshot, with yourself as the ammunition. You could hear the web fibers tightening as you pulled, and you felt some resistance as you took several steps backwards.
You watched, waited, and did a few quick mental calculations. If you didn’t get this exactly right, you’d probably end up as a smear on the window over there. And Cindy would end up as a stain on the concrete.
That thought seemed to bring everything into focus. Made the whole situation feel real again. Life came at you fast these days, but that didn’t mean that you could afford to take it easy or get sloppy. People got hurt when you got sloppy. You had more than yourself to worry about now. Vic, Pete, Cindy, Matt. All of them were counting on you right now.
When the craft came into view, you leaned back, took a few deep breaths and released your grip on the weblines. In an instant, your entire body was whipped forward at a speed that would probably make any normal human pass out. If it hadn’t been for the special lenses in your mask, your eyes would probably be watering right now. Either that, or they’d have been flung to the back of your head.
The sheer fact that you were able to move your limbs at all in this scenario was a testament to your inhuman strength. And thanks to that, you managed to grab hold of the Mooncopter as it sliced through the skies, your hands and feet sticking fast.
When you were certain that you’d made it past the first phase of your plan, you finally let go of the breath that you’d been holding and cast a cursory glance over your surroundings. Nothing about the flight path had changed after your arrival, despite the fact that your landing was quite noisy. If you were lucky, that would mean that the sound of the engines masked your clumsy maneuver.
<span class="mu-r">“Alright. Here goes nothing…”</span> you said, pressing a series of buttons on the Slip Component that Phin installed on your belt. Like he had instructed, you attached the rest of your equipment to your belt, causing it to feel bulky and a bit uncomfortable. But that way, you were at least able to avoid melting them into slag.
The device flashed red, and you felt a surge of energy flow through you, making the hairs on your arm stand on end. Your skin started to tingle with the warmth that followed, and you released a large plume of the fiber-like catalyst that was necessary to detonate your explosions, allowing them to stick to the aircraft’s hull so that they wouldn’t get blown away in the wind.
With every passing moment, the heat’s intensity increased and you felt that the only reason you were able to bear it was because of the wind chill that resulted from sitting atop the fast-moving Mooncopter.
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