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This is part four of nine of my series of illustrations for the "Bomber Gone" short story, by Dogfish. In this scene Amy attempts to deal with two communications officers by herself, and things do not go exactly as planned. Here is an except from the story (also posted in full below):

Carefully Amy gripped the cable from the headset, first on the loose end, then grabbing the back of the headset itself and then she wrapped it around her opponent’s neck. In the struggle she was only able to get one or two loops in before the officer fended her off, but as she began to pull on the ends of the wire she sensed that it would be enough. The black plastic cable dug deeply into the pale skin of the officer’s throat, just above the shiny collar of her uniform, and suddenly her skin began to darken.
Sensing the danger she was in the officer began to struggle feverishly, squeezing Amy as hard as she could between her legs, trying to grab hold of the air intakes on the mask to smother her. She rolled the pair of them over again, taking a position on top of Amy, tightening her grip, feeling her scissoring attack starting to take effect, but already she was seeing spots before her eyes. Her vision began to narrow. She tried to cry out in fear, but no sound came out, her tongue merely lolling out between brightly glossed lips.

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
This is part four of nine of my series of illustrations for the "Bomber Gone" short story, by Dogfish. In this scene Amy attempts to deal with two communications officers by herself, and things do not go exactly as planned. Here is an except from the story (also posted in full below):

Carefully Amy gripped the cable from the headset, first on the loose end, then grabbing the back of the headset itself and then she wrapped it around her opponent’s neck. In the struggle she was only able to get one or two loops in before the officer fended her off, but as she began to pull on the ends of the wire she sensed that it would be enough. The black plastic cable dug deeply into the pale skin of the officer’s throat, just above the shiny collar of her uniform, and suddenly her skin began to darken.
Sensing the danger she was in the officer began to struggle feverishly, squeezing Amy as hard as she could between her legs, trying to grab hold of the air intakes on the mask to smother her. She rolled the pair of them over again, taking a position on top of Amy, tightening her grip, feeling her scissoring attack starting to take effect, but already she was seeing spots before her eyes. Her vision began to narrow. She tried to cry out in fear, but no sound came out, her tongue merely lolling out between brightly glossed lips.

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