DEATH FROM THE SKIES
Geronimo raised his hand over his eyes and squinted. “What are those things attached to the bottom of its wings?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Blade said, and saw the aircraft arc into the heavens again. As it did, a small spherical object dropped from the right wing directly toward them. Blade’s intuition flared, and he gave his friends a shove. “Into the forest! Move!”
Confused, Geronimo and Hickok nonetheless trusted the giant’s judgment enough to obey him instantly and without question. They darted to the northwest.
Blade raced on their heels, his gray eyes glued to the spherical object.
When it was 15 feet from the soil, he threw himself to the ground and bellowed, “Get down!”
Again the pair complied, and not a moment too soon. For when they hit the ground, a blast with the force of a quarter-ton of dynamite rent the air and rocked the ground…