The large twin-engined jet fighter banked slightly to its left as the pilot tried to have a better view of the monstrous abomination in front of his very eyes. It hovered over the waters, pulsating as the tentacles spread over its green and brown skin stretched and retracted, trying to aim for something that wasn’t there. As it pulsated that way, the thing seemed to grow slightly. Or maybe it was Norman’s impression. He couldn’t still wrap his head about how large that thing was. It seemed to loom over the horizon, so huge it was grotesque. Trying to overcome his uneasiness, Norman adjusted his mask, twisting the control stick slightly to bring the F-14 jet into level flight.
“There’s no turning back,” he muttered, “prepare the missiles.”
Then he looked at his rear-view mirrors, spread over the canopy’s frame, to get a look at his backseat driver. He immediately gasped in disbelief. There was no one there. He was alone against tha