Sky Captain Adventures 4: Sky Captain Adventures, #4

By John Pirillo

Two exciting new tales of  Sky Captain, the top secret weapon of World War Two and Three.

 

EXPLOSIVE

 

DOCTOR ZOMBIE IS BACK WITH TWO NEW DEADLY ZOMBIE HORRORS.

 

DEATH AND DESTRUCTION

 

HARRY, THE SKY CAPTAIN,  IS SENT TO TAKE OUT A DANGEROUS NEW WEAPON OF THE NAZIS.

 

Don't hesitate to get these two new action packed adventures in one volume.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Pirillo
• Release date: Nov 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223706823

John Pirillo

The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)

Book preview

EXPLOSIVE

Dusseldorf Factory X

The Dark One, a henchman of Hitler’s, and an unknown force of enormous magnitude in affecting the outcome of the war, though no regular soldier knew why, over saw the procedures before him.

Huge vats were being rotated and bladed propellers stirred the fluids inside.

Shafts of red light and streams of glowing red smoke exuded from the vats.

The Nazi Special Forces that guarded him were arrayed about him to the right and left, their red skull and crossbones insignia, emblazoned on their chests. Hitler allowed this because the Dark One was a powerful ally and not one to distrust on any level. Though God knew Hitler trusted few in his life.

The Dark One smiled, which on anyone else’s face would show humor, but on his spelled death and torture.

The Jewish slaves, that worked the machinery below the overhang that the Dark One and his subordinates watched from, kept glancing at the fumes above, their eyes filled with terror.

And rightly so.

Several of them fell to the floor and immediately began shaking violently.

Before they could go too long with their fits, the Dark One signaled his marksmen.

They quietly hefted their sniper scopes to their faces and then shot the fallen man and woman.

They stopped shaking.

The Jewish slaves looked relived and sad at the same time.

In a moment it became clear why.

Another man had fallen out of sight of the others and came from behind the machinery, his eyes feral with blood lust, his mouth open, screaming like an animal.

He rushed several of the Jewish slaves and tore into them. Literally.

Before they could fight back, two of them had their arms torn from their sockets and the man who was now more monster than human began eating t hem.

The sound of several rifles firing.

The monster looked up to where the bullets had come from, let out a horrible roar. It fended at the air as if swatting it would stop the next round of bullets.

It did not.

The monster fell.

Up Yours!

Sky Captain sped like a bullet just above the rooftops of Dusseldorf, his eyes alert to any troop movements, or anti aircraft guns. He didn’t fear the first, but the other could bring him down if he was caught unawares of them.

Intelligence, spies behind the lines...Jewish Resistance Underground...had told Base that Hitler was planning a big move against the Allies. He had to find out what it was and stop it if possible. And if it was too big for him, get the message back so Base could order a larger hit with B-52 bombers.

His eyes swept left and right, not missing a thing.

He had gotten much better at low flying since he had mastered the suit he wore. He could almost feel the power of the radiant energy rockets as they powered him along and any responses, he needed from them was as automatic now as his own muscles.

Unlike the first Sky Captain suit that used actual rocket propulsion, even if Atomic in nature, were quite dangerous. This newer suit was powered by the String technologies that Tesla and Einstein had come up with. He didn’t understand precisely how they worked, but evidently, they were subatomic in nature and deeper into the realms of matter than heretofore known.

Al in his quieter moments and less distracted ones would talk about Dark Matter and White Matter. Two forces that sucked energy in and out of the universe through interdimensional funnels that he didn’t quite understand but knew on some basic level had more to do with the realities of nature on a Higher Plane than man could comprehend at this time.

Bear, Barry, his friend, had said the word that many sometimes feared to admit: God. But Morgan having escaped death so narrowly so many times by now had no such fear. He felt the hand of God quite strongly in his work, even if he couldn’t put a finger onto the why of it. He couldn’t believe that God played favorites with one nation over another, but he did believe that the force that was God didn’t enjoy the antics of Hitler and his Dark Empire.

He smiled now. Not because of that thought, but because Einstein and Tesla had done good work on the modifications to the suit.

War Weary

T his, Tesla told Morgan , who was out of his rocket suit and wearing his fatigues instead, stood next to Barry, who was grinning like the usual Cheshire cat he most resembled. A mischievous and lighthearted friend, without whom life might have been a lot more complicated and lonelier.

Sure, he had his girlfriend, but she didn’t understand combat like Barry did. She responded well to his needs, but not his deeper ones...how to get a grip on all the death and dying he faced on a daily basis now.

As the war progressed so had the number of missions he had flown.

Rescue a Jewish couple soon to be brought into Auschwitz, save a Nazi spy, bomb a tank depot, fly a renegade scientist from Hitler’s top-secret labs. It was endless, and almost always he had to kill someone or be killed. He had lost count by now of how many deaths had been struck by his hands. He had the blood of hundreds on them by now. Maybe even thousands. He had stopped counting, even if his nightmares had not.

Sometimes when he looked in the mirror to shave, he saw blood all over himself. It was just a stress thing, but all the same, it felt real at the time. He had come close to a nervous breakdown at that time, but Barry and Helen had, between the two of them, pulled him out of the dark pit he was sinking into.

The doctors had called his symptoms some strange name that indicated he was being affected by the stress of war and combat. He didn’t need their prognosis to know it was bad.

But it was much to his credit and his good heart that Cap, as