Susan the Biplane lifted them from the bridge
with the ease of a cargo hoist. It was a timely intervention. Saucers came from
all directions firing green lightning that singed their ears. “They’re
everywhere, Commander,” said Susan, “All over the city.” Lapinette clung onto a
strut to lean out and back as Susan swooped from left to right. “Good thing you
did that sidecar racing course,” muttered the Wabbit. Lapinette’s lean was quite impossible. She
treated gravity like a toy and her merry dance on the wing was a tour de force.
“Hold tight," said Susan. She stood on a wingtip, hung for an instant, then
dived abruptly to the ground. Lightning blasts glanced past as she looped the
loop and circled back. A following saucer didn’t quite make it and buried
itself in a railway siding. Another that was right behind suffered the same
fate. But there were more and more saucers. Susan buzzed two craft who’s crew
became so disorientated they crashed their vessels into each other. Shards of
fuselage littered the railway. Three craft
hit power pylons and exploded. One dropped from the sky without warning and as
it landed, its lights flickered and died. Lapinette heard singing above the roar of the engine. It was the Wabbit singing into his walkie talkie. “We are the champions, we are the champions!”