The morning of Annika's return went by quietly, with the two siblings huddled around their father's sick bed. Listening to his slow yet steady breathing, neither of them spoke, even though they had much to talk about. Explanations could come later; they were reunited, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
Meanwhile, in another corner of their little hut, the unusual souvenirs Annika brought back from her journey lay discarted with the rest of her things, forgotten amidst the family drama. The fire from the old hearth flickered and crackled, casting its glow on two large, scaly eggs...
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The SR-71 Blackbird.
A spy plane that flew at approximately 70 to 85 thousand (21,000 to 25,000 meters) above Earth's sea level and cruised at speeds of 2,500 miles per hour ( 4,000 km per hour) is one man's most most amazing creation in its class for the purposes of intelligence gathering.
When the enemy fired missiles and other rockets at the Blackbird, the evasive maneuver was simply, acceleration and climbing.
Nothing could reach this machine that practically flew at the edge of Earth's atmosphere and beginning of solar system space.
Enemy aircraft would run out of fuel before they could even attempt to get close to the Blackbird.
Missiles would burn out of rocket fuel. On some instances, the SR-71 outsped missiles and bullets fired at it.
Architecture, engineering and operation of this machine is phenomenal. Even though we outlived its usefulness, it would be awesome to keep this aircraft functional for demonstration purposes.
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Blackbird/koltrast. Värmland, Sweden (December 26, 2021).
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a quick blackbird paint for the BirdWhisperer project (on twitter and bluesky)
(original photo by Manfred Richter)
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Yellow-headed Blackbirds (Xanthocephalus xanthocephalus), males, family Icteridae, order Passeriformes, Wyoming, USA
photograph by K. Theule/USFWS
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Marcus hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all night.
Him and his father were taking turns searching for Annika, one always staying home in case she came back. Before Gabriel took off that evening, he instructed Marcus to get some rest; but with both his family members absent, Marcus' restless mind wouldn't allow him the luxury of sleep. Not even Dominick's presence could ease his anxiety.
So when he heard the front door creak open, he leapt out of bed like a world-class sprinter, feverishly hoping it meant at least one of them had returned home safely. But the sight before him stopped him cold in his tracks, making him question whether he was asleep after all and trapped in a nightmare.
Annika and Gabriel were both at the door. And they were covered in blood.
Heart constricting in his chest, Marcus rushed to their side. He reached for them, then froze, unsure whom to prioritize; but Annika assured him that she was fine (itsnotmyblood) and that their dad needed the help more.
Flanking him on either side, the siblings managed to get their half-conscious father up the stairs and into bed. Dominick was already on stand-by with a med kit, and immediately began tending to his wounds. As he worked, Marcus hugged his sister tightly, squeezing so hard as if afraid that she might run off again if he let go. A hundred different questions rattled in his head, but none of them were as important as the simple fact that his baby sister was back home.
Yet there was one question that he couldn't shake, one which begged to be asked. Finally releasing his sister from his death grip, Marcus cast a look at Gabriel, then gazed back at her: "Annika... What happened...?"
Transfixed on the image of the limp figure in the bed, she only spared him a weary half-glance. "It's... a long story."
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3 more days until AMONGST US book 2 kickstarter launches!!
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