Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 322

Message from one of the patrollers: E Fei
THEY ARE HERE! GET THE TRAP READY !!
Emergency conference…
Zheng He(Me): To your positions! ASAP! Cheng E, how is the bait?
Cheng E: Good…
Henry: It’ll take an hour to move into position…
Doing calculations…
The patrol group is a light hour away, making their message an hour old… Their sensors covers about an
hour…
Zheng He(Me): Move it!
Maximum Thrust.
Let’s hope for the best.
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Zheng He
LOG 2
There were fifty enemy warships.
Fifty ships… Thirteen of us.
Hao Ai: Cut power!
Cutting power… This’ll make us drift, and undetectable.
Hao Ai: Bait, go!
The bait: A slow transport ship loaded with resources. Something our enemies would love.
Ships detected…
… They're taking the bait!
They're IN THE FIRING ZONE!
Zheng He(Me): FIRE AT WILL!
Letting lose every single drone I have… Maximum thrust…
Multiple explosions detected!
Zheng He(Me): Hold fire!
WHAT!!??
Six of our ships exploded?