Flying Menace (1)

"How long until it reaches us?" Erik asked without letting panic or fear set in. Something Alina understood.

"A minute, maybe less."

Erik's decision was immediate. The first thing he had to do was to make sure the convoy was left unharmed.

He then switched channels and addressed Kael. "Kael, change course; all vehicles divert to the left. Now!" His voice was a commanding boom over the radio, leaving no room for hesitation. Kael shared the order and the drivers adjusted their steering wheels; the convoy veered off its original path, engines roaring as they kicked up plumes of sand.

Turning to his own driver, Erik's eyes were steely. "Keep heading in our original direction," he said. The driver looked at him with clear fear flashing across his face, but he nodded, understanding the weight of Erik's responsibility and his duties. Though he felt like he was going to die soon.