B21C19-20

Three heads.
Three targets.
<Ready?> I asked.
<Let’s do it!> Rachel yelled.
<I am ready, Prince Jake.>
<Definitely not,> Marco said glumly.
<Okay, I go first, then David, since we’re the fastest in a dive. Then Tobias, Cassie, Ax,  and
Rachel with Marco, you come last. On the count of three. One … two …>
I spilled air from my wings, flicked my tail, and headed straight down. I flapped to build up speed and I rocketed down that tube.
The fastest thing in the air is a peregrine falcon in a dive. I broke a hundred miles per hour within seconds and kept building speed. Faster and faster, as my laser-intensity falcon eyes watched the head below me grow larger and larger.
I gripped the lead weight in my talons.
I was a dive-bomber. And I was doing well over a hundred miles per hour when I released my bomb.
Now you know why we were carrying the weights

—B21C19

[...]

Down, down, down like a diving fighter plane!
I released the weight, flared my wings just a hair, slowed, and swept aside as David’s own bomb dropped past me. My lead weight dropped. David’s dropped. Then, more slowly, three more weights.
Thunk!
Thunk!
The first two Controllers went down like someone had … well, like someone had dropped a very fast-moving lead weight on their heads.
I mean, they just dropped. The third guy was gaping at them when a near miss hit his shoulder.
He jerked aside, avoiding the next bomb.
But the final bomb caught him square on his head, and he fell over the other two Controllers.
We all inscribed tight circles inside the beam as Rachel went blazing past, trailing Marco from her talons.

—B21C20