From the rooftop where Gallagher knelt, he had been able to shoot down one fighter jet which was coming in from Texas. He didn’t want to take any chances at all. Louisiana was now under his control and he didn’t want to gamble it. There was dire need for him to jump down and join his men in the war that raged below but the fear of loosing the air space made him ignore the urge and waited patiently for the next plane that dared to pass his red lines.

“ My Lord how is it up there.” Marilyn’s voice, sprouted from the

Walking talkie.

“ It’s great up here...