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and explosive ship-to-ship combat. Fighter jets screamed through the plumes of smoke chasing one another, while glowing streaks of lead streaked upwards into the sky.
     “Nate!” Luke yelled with the last of his breath, the end issuing from his mouth in a defeated wheeze.
     “ We got ya!” Hendrick came back.
     The Battlecraft burst through a wall of black smoke that swirled around it as it emerged. It was half a mile out and several hundred feet higher than the roof. There were several Blackshredder fighter jets tailing the transport as it made a sharp descent. Luke got an idea where the craft would be passing at his level and he sprinted towards his imaginary launching point.
     The Legionnaires that pursued him burst through the rooftop door that Luke had used and opened fire immediately. Bullets impacted all around his feet. A bullet passed through his shoulder. He yelled but kept running.
     The edge was just fifteen yards away. The Battlecraft was almost there.
     Another bullet tore a hole through Luke’s pants and grazed his thigh. He nearly fell. That would have been the end of it.
     “ We only get one pass at this so make it count!” Hendrick shouted. As Luke watched the ship he could see Hendrick standing on the edge next to Morlo, who held his chain gun and sent streaks of .50 caliber bullets shredding through the Legionnaire ranks.
     He was almost there.
     There was a sudden burst of air from the pursuing Blackshredders, and on a column of white smoke, a missile shrieked towards the Battlecraft. Hendrick yelled to Price. Frantically she jerked the Battlecraft hard to the left and dodged it.
     It was a fatal maneuver. The gap wasn’t one that Luke could jump now. He didn’t have the strength to make it. He was almost there, and the Battlecraft was so close that Luke could see that dreaded realization on Hendrick, Morlo’s and Sable’s faces.
     “Come on.” Hendrick muttered. He yelled to Morlo. “Keep the fire down!”
     It was a twenty yard leap. There was no way that any person could make that jump, and with the Blackshredders tailing them and the Legionnaires just behind him, there was no time for a second pass.
     A grenade bounced across the roof and rolled just in front of Luke.
     It was his only chance. Luke had to take it.
     With a snappy kick, Luke sent the grenade tumbling towards the edge of the roof in the direction he’d be jumping. It stopped as it reached the roof’s precipice. Hopefully the soldier that threw the grenade hadn’t baked it at all. Luke didn’t have much room for error.
     With the Blackshredders right behind it, the Battlecraft was level with the roof now and was nearly in front of Luke’s path.
     Just a few more steps. As he placed one foot on the roof’s edge he got a look at the ground. Over a thousand feet far below him, hundreds of muzzles flashed, explosions erupted all through the shaded streets and across the city. The cars were mere specks and the prison tower, as Luke got a look at it, narrowed sharply towards the bottom, putting the building’s height in full perspective.
     Then, with one last powerful movement, Luke took a flying leap.
     With that final strain being too much, Luke’s knee popped out of place. He got his loft but his landing would be a rough one.
     He hung in midair, catching every detail as he floated through the air several hundred feet above the ground. He felt the bullets tearing past him, the forceful vibrations of the Battlecraft’s powerful engines as he plunged into the open air, his hands and feet stretched out all around him, moving and touching nothing. He heard the deafening scream of the Blackshredders that followed just behind it and, above the deafening fray, Hendrick’s voice calling him onward. Morlo had set his chain gun down and reached a hand out towards Luke.
     But Luke’s forward motion was slowing down. He was beginning to fall and there was still another ten yards to the ship. Sable put a