<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Rebekah Graham</strong></span><br/><br/>The gunfire was having an effect of sort on the black thing, but it didn't seem to be doing any proper damage.  The plane sounded like it was going to come apart at the seams; Rebekah had to brace herself even more just to keep from sliding down the deck.<br/><br/>The tinkling sound confused her, she looked around but there was no sign of what could have made it. The creature seemed to really not like it, which made odd ice-like tinkling sounds her favourites.  IF that's what caused the creature to run and hide.<br/><br/>Then again the noise, but louder.  And maybe closer?  She still couldn't see a source for it.<br/><br/>The shouts of the guard drew her attention back to the hatch area.  Rebekah didn't need to be asked twice.  Just then everything went to hell - the thing reappeared, the lights went out again, the plane lurched into a fall.  The worst though was the way it killed the soldiers with its cable appendages and with its white hot turbine.  The smells were horrible; ozone and burnt flesh.<br/><br/>She lunged for the keypad and entered 16807.