"We got anything yet on our mystery bomber?" Joey asks, trying as always to keep his attention on anything but the windows. He hates planes so much it's not funny, but they seemed to be the fastest way to get anywhere.
The Blackbird quickly comes in range of Fargo, Georgia and the team will see bright flashes of light from the center of the small town, and come upon the scene of a five-on-one battle.
"Well, that doesn't seem fair." Joey says, calling a flame to his palm. "Anyone up for evening the odds?"
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