Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse

Outside, Ortega approached the left wing with her tablet. Her crew followed in silence, inspecting landing gear components and stress indicators. No cracks. No warping. No signs of strain on the repaved section of the runway. freeweɓnøvel.com

She walked up to Thomas and gave a simple nod.

"She's good."

"Flight-grade?" he asked.

"If you told me this came from Yokota last week, I'd believe you."

He looked back at the plane. "Then it's time."

Madel joined them. "No leaks. No imbalance. If we needed to take off in ten minutes, I'd be confident."

"We won't need ten," Thomas said. "But we'll be wheels up in twenty days. And when we do, everything rides on her."

Marcus arrived moments later, flanked by two technicians. He glanced at the engine logs Madel handed him, then looked up at the aircraft.

"So she flies."

"She flies," Thomas confirmed.

Marcus crossed his arms. "Still surreal. We're in the middle of a world-ending crisis and somehow we're flying missions that'd make pre-collapse air forces jealous."

Thomas didn't reply. He just watched the silent C-17 as the crew began rolling it back toward the hangar.

They would keep it under wraps for another few weeks.

But in the quiet, pre-dawn dark…

They all knew.

Something was coming.

And now, they had the wings to carry it.