Adrian began reloading for another round. But the F-35 weren't giving any chances.
"Cold Reach One, Sentinel Eye," the AWACS cut in, voice urgent. "Interceptor is re-engaging. Radar spike detected—standby—missile launch! Missile launch!"
"Contact!" the co-pilot shouted. "Twelve o'clock, inbound!"
Adrian didn't stop. He locked the new Javelin into place, his hands moving fast despite the wind still tearing through the open ramp.
"Chaff out!" the pilot ordered.
The countermeasure system responded instantly. Another burst of metallic strips shot out behind the aircraft, scattering into the air as the Globemaster banked hard to the left.
The entire cargo bay tilted.
Adrian had to widen his stance, boots grinding against the metal floor to keep himself upright.
"Missile closing—!" the co-pilot called out.
The streak of the incoming missile cut through the sky, heading straight toward them.
"Deploy more chaff!" the pilot snapped.
Another burst.
