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Here is the second of nine images for the Bomber Gone short story, by Dogfish. This image shows Amy as she deals with the second gunner. Unlike her more experienced mentor Sammi, Amy is not a cool or ruthless agent just yet, and will need some practice. In this scene she takes some extra time to savor the moment of her first enemy take-down. The full story is posted below, but here is an excerpt from this particular scene:

“Hi,” Amy replied softly. She smoothly reached forward and pushed the end of the cylinder against the back of the gunner’s neck, pressing a button on top. Her movement was so natural and so casual that the blue suited crewwoman didn’t realise that there was anything amiss. She did when Amy pushed the button though as an electrical shock passed through her body, stunning her. With a sigh the gunner slithered down her chair into an unruly heap of latex clad limbs on the floor.Amy crouched down on the floor next to the girl and rolled her onto her back, feeling her throat for a pulse. There was one, albeit faint, but Amy knew that this was probably fine. She leaned forward, pushing down on the gunner’s chest with her knee, putting her weight onto it to keep her victim pinned. Her fingers remained on the girl’s throat, waiting to ensure the pulse returned to normal. With her free hand she pulled a few of the plastic ties from her belt. Amy had not tested her stun device out on a human before, she knew it’d kill a lab rat, damn near fricassee it, and she had suspected it might well kill a human, but she didn’t actually want that to happen. She just needed a victim instantly incapacitated.

Bomber Gone by DogfishBomber Gone
The Damocles prototype soared through the air more smoothly and naturally than anything that size had any business to. The vast delta wing aircraft howled through the sky like an angry dragon, the sheer bulk and speed of the monster ripping the air apart in a deafening din that threatened to drown out the engines. The Damocles was a marvel of modern engineering, the ultimate expression of technical superiority. It was not enough to just drop bombs any more, no, you had to scare people. They had to know what was coming. They had to fear it. Once airborne the Damocles had the range to reach any city on the planet and the firepower to remove it from existence. It could do it from high altitude, or it could come down good and low, shattering windows and shaking buildings by its mere presence. The designers were all very proud.
Within the belly of the beast things were much quieter. The flight crew sat at their stations, carefully running their scheduled inflight checks while a

Description

Here is the second of nine images for the Bomber Gone short story, by Dogfish. This image shows Amy as she deals with the second gunner. Unlike her more experienced mentor Sammi, Amy is not a cool or ruthless agent just yet, and will need some practice. In this scene she takes some extra time to savor the moment of her first enemy take-down. The full story is posted below, but here is an excerpt from this particular scene:

“Hi,” Amy replied softly. She smoothly reached forward and pushed the end of the cylinder against the back of the gunner’s neck, pressing a button on top. Her movement was so natural and so casual that the blue suited crewwoman didn’t realise that there was anything amiss. She did when Amy pushed the button though as an electrical shock passed through her body, stunning her. With a sigh the gunner slithered down her chair into an unruly heap of latex clad limbs on the floor.Amy crouched down on the floor next to the girl and rolled her onto her back, feeling her throat for a pulse. There was one, albeit faint, but Amy knew that this was probably fine. She leaned forward, pushing down on the gunner’s chest with her knee, putting her weight onto it to keep her victim pinned. Her fingers remained on the girl’s throat, waiting to ensure the pulse returned to normal. With her free hand she pulled a few of the plastic ties from her belt. Amy had not tested her stun device out on a human before, she knew it’d kill a lab rat, damn near fricassee it, and she had suspected it might well kill a human, but she didn’t actually want that to happen. She just needed a victim instantly incapacitated.

Bomber Gone by DogfishBomber Gone
The Damocles prototype soared through the air more smoothly and naturally than anything that size had any business to. The vast delta wing aircraft howled through the sky like an angry dragon, the sheer bulk and speed of the monster ripping the air apart in a deafening din that threatened to drown out the engines. The Damocles was a marvel of modern engineering, the ultimate expression of technical superiority. It was not enough to just drop bombs any more, no, you had to scare people. They had to know what was coming. They had to fear it. Once airborne the Damocles had the range to reach any city on the planet and the firepower to remove it from existence. It could do it from high altitude, or it could come down good and low, shattering windows and shaking buildings by its mere presence. The designers were all very proud.
Within the belly of the beast things were much quieter. The flight crew sat at their stations, carefully running their scheduled inflight checks while a