quickly streaked across the asphalt in front of her. Looking up, Mykah caught a glimpse of the aft section of a sizable craft passing overhead.
As she looked ahead on the right side of the highway, Mykah spotted a large hotel and casino which apparently had been inoperative for several years based on its condition. The Eastside Cannery Hotel & Casino's neglected tower was sixteen stories of exposed steel and glass with a saw tooth shaped roof.
That looks like it has a good view,
she determined.
The climb to the hotel roof was a quick one. The lobby doors were already demolished and offered her an unobstructed path up the emergency stairwell. After running to the top level, she kicked open the door and caught a view of the ship that was still heading westward. She bounded to the highest part of the pitched metal roof and steadied her arms to get a clear view through the binoculars she retrieved from her pack. The craft was already over a mile away but still hovered at an altitude that made it easy for Mykah to observe from her location.
According to her best estimate, the colossal ship appeared at least 500 feet in length and the bridge structure towered over 100 feet in height. As the craft began banking downward and to the right, Mykah could see the top and side views which exposed a long narrow triangular shaped fuselage. Located at the rear of the fuselage, the ship’s downwardly angled primary wings resembled those of a gigantic Pteranodon forged in metal. A row of five blue glowing orbs stretched across the back between the wings and pushed the formidable craft to its landing zone.
That must be the Helios.
She had heard of the experimental craft but never imagined that one could already be in operation.
That ship must be searching for Taon, he must be nearby,
Mykah surmised.
Deciding to proceed on foot, Mykah hid her backpack in one of the luxury suites on the twelfth floor during her descent back down to ground level. After grabbing the detachable data panel from the crossbar, she hid her cycle and headed west down Harmon Avenue, mindful of the approaching RZ perimeter.
The C7’s command center in the Las Vegas RZ projected over 1,100 feet into the skyline. The former Stratosphere Tower provided C7 security officials the tallest overhead view of the zone. Commander Reyes, the head of zone security, had spent the last few hours on heightened alert after receiving the message from Old Cairo regarding the escaped GEO from Dugway.
Reyes was a tall, tanned man with an over muscled build. He wore a cleanly trimmed black wavy hairstyle and had coffee-colored eyes that were rarely unprotected by his lightly tinted rectangular sunglasses. The commander stood in contrast to his subordinates, wearing a black tactical uniform in place of a tailored suit. Standing in front of an ocean of video feeds stretching across the wall at the top of the tower, Reyes wondered where the hell the escaped GEO was located.
“Sir, the Helios has entered our airspace perimeter,” alerted one of the guards that had been tracking the ship for the last few hundred miles.
Hmm, it looks like our friend from Old Cairo has arrived,
Reyes thought as he looked at his watch.
“Send Agent Valik our current trajectory data and extend any support necessary,” the commander ordered, apprehensive about the fact that he had not yet found the target and a higher level C7 agent had arrived to do his job.
“Sir we have not been able to determine the cause of the camera hiccup at Tropicana Ave. and I-15,” a C7 technician reported after running several diagnostics to determine why the six cameras at the Tropicana Ave. exit from I-15 failed for seven seconds earlier that morning.
Luxor Hotel
“Do you know what time it is you idio…” an obnoxious patron, wearing an NY Giants football jersey began to bellow before cutting his sentence short once he looked up at the tallest waiter he had ever seen.
“You guys need to get your shit together down
As she looked ahead on the right side of the highway, Mykah spotted a large hotel and casino which apparently had been inoperative for several years based on its condition. The Eastside Cannery Hotel & Casino's neglected tower was sixteen stories of exposed steel and glass with a saw tooth shaped roof.
That looks like it has a good view,
she determined.
The climb to the hotel roof was a quick one. The lobby doors were already demolished and offered her an unobstructed path up the emergency stairwell. After running to the top level, she kicked open the door and caught a view of the ship that was still heading westward. She bounded to the highest part of the pitched metal roof and steadied her arms to get a clear view through the binoculars she retrieved from her pack. The craft was already over a mile away but still hovered at an altitude that made it easy for Mykah to observe from her location.
According to her best estimate, the colossal ship appeared at least 500 feet in length and the bridge structure towered over 100 feet in height. As the craft began banking downward and to the right, Mykah could see the top and side views which exposed a long narrow triangular shaped fuselage. Located at the rear of the fuselage, the ship’s downwardly angled primary wings resembled those of a gigantic Pteranodon forged in metal. A row of five blue glowing orbs stretched across the back between the wings and pushed the formidable craft to its landing zone.
That must be the Helios.
She had heard of the experimental craft but never imagined that one could already be in operation.
That ship must be searching for Taon, he must be nearby,
Mykah surmised.
Deciding to proceed on foot, Mykah hid her backpack in one of the luxury suites on the twelfth floor during her descent back down to ground level. After grabbing the detachable data panel from the crossbar, she hid her cycle and headed west down Harmon Avenue, mindful of the approaching RZ perimeter.
The C7’s command center in the Las Vegas RZ projected over 1,100 feet into the skyline. The former Stratosphere Tower provided C7 security officials the tallest overhead view of the zone. Commander Reyes, the head of zone security, had spent the last few hours on heightened alert after receiving the message from Old Cairo regarding the escaped GEO from Dugway.
Reyes was a tall, tanned man with an over muscled build. He wore a cleanly trimmed black wavy hairstyle and had coffee-colored eyes that were rarely unprotected by his lightly tinted rectangular sunglasses. The commander stood in contrast to his subordinates, wearing a black tactical uniform in place of a tailored suit. Standing in front of an ocean of video feeds stretching across the wall at the top of the tower, Reyes wondered where the hell the escaped GEO was located.
“Sir, the Helios has entered our airspace perimeter,” alerted one of the guards that had been tracking the ship for the last few hundred miles.
Hmm, it looks like our friend from Old Cairo has arrived,
Reyes thought as he looked at his watch.
“Send Agent Valik our current trajectory data and extend any support necessary,” the commander ordered, apprehensive about the fact that he had not yet found the target and a higher level C7 agent had arrived to do his job.
“Sir we have not been able to determine the cause of the camera hiccup at Tropicana Ave. and I-15,” a C7 technician reported after running several diagnostics to determine why the six cameras at the Tropicana Ave. exit from I-15 failed for seven seconds earlier that morning.
Luxor Hotel
“Do you know what time it is you idio…” an obnoxious patron, wearing an NY Giants football jersey began to bellow before cutting his sentence short once he looked up at the tallest waiter he had ever seen.
“You guys need to get your shit together down
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