Magnets, Post #1

Prologue:

Oh man, what a rush!

But and evil rush, he reminded himself, a rush of horrid temptation.

Still…

He didn’t exactly understand why they wanted to destroy it, but he supposed it was worth it to have the ride of a lifetime.

“All right, soldiers,” the captain said, “when we get to the beginning you need to get straight to your battle stations and start shooting.” They all nodded and the captain went back to the cockpit to talk to the captains. Every five minutes for the past hour he had come back to tell them that exact same thing. It was his only show of nervousness.

“Ten seconds,” the pilot told him.

“Eight.”

“Seven.”

“Six.” The others took up the quiet chant of numbers.

“Three, two one.” They braced themselves as the pilots turned off the sensors.

Nothing.

They all looked up and out the sides of the craft. They were still moving.

“What’s going on?” the captain asked, incredulous.

“I don’t know!” The pilot.

“Maybe a sensor malfunction?” the co-pilot suggested, a slight quiver to his voice.

“Well, whatever it is, I can’t pull out.”

“Wait, if that’s the beginning, how far are we going to go?”

“I can’t pull out.”

“How far can we go?”

“I can’t pull out.”

“Where the hell are we going to end up?

“I can’t pull out!”

BANG.