The story sets of on a U.S Military hangar situated in the deserts of Iraq. It sets off during the era of U.S Invasion of Iraq.
'Stop fooling around!' said the commander in a loud and bold voice. ' You all have a training session within 30 minutes!'. 'Agh can this day get any worse? I've had sleep problems, and now there's a surprise training session? Damn!'. 'It's all in the bag Natasha! We've dealt with this before haven't we?'. 'I'm just waiting for some real action Marcus.' 'Guys these sessions are important to boost our strategies, we can't simply sign them out.' 'Oh chill out Steve, I'm pretty sure we can have fun while we're at it, right guys?' said Frank in a funny tone. "RIGHT!" exclaimed everybody while getting up.
All of their planes were in commission for take-off, somewhere, some 100 miles away, a 'hostile' squadron of 6 were preparing for a strategic advancement.
'Today is the day we strike! Brothers and Comrades, we have gone through enough' exclaimed their supposed leader while advancing towards their target.
'See, these training missions are a piece of cake!' said Frank while trying to cheer up Natasha. 'Yeah, and boring as well.' said Natasha in a drowsy tone. 'Guys? what the hell was that?' shouted Marcus while evading a missile from an unknown source. 'Commander! we don't have visual on the enemy.Commander!!' exclaimed Steve on the communicator. 'Communications have been jamed by EMPs, looks like the enemy was well prepared for this assault.' 'Impossible!, Guys, hold your ground, our aircraft aren't capable of dogfights like these.' said Steve to his fellow mates. Suddenly~
"We are here to take back what is rightfully ours!" said the enemy pilot. 'Huh? what does he mean?' asked Natasha 'This is a U.S Base!'. 'I'm not sure what's going on, but be careful everyone.
The enemy fires repeated missiles which are carefully manoeuvred and dodged. After half an hour of the intense dogfight, a missile has struck.
'I'm going down!, I can't eject! Damn it!' Exclaimed Marcus while the plane fell out of the sky. 'No!! Marc!!' cried Steve while flying over the falling plane. 'It was nice serving with you all' said Marcus while his plane was about to crash.
*Boom* the plane crashed into the desert soil making a large mark on the surface of it.
'You are next!' exclaimed the enemy. 'Damn it, we're as good as dead now!' said Steve. The enemy suddenly halts their operation. 'We will be back again!' said the hostile while setting off the battlefield. 'What was that about?' asked Natasha. 'I don't know what's going on here, but I need answers, Marcus didn't deserve such a dis-honourable death. I need to know, who were they?'
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Am I just a pawn in someone else's game?
Historical FictionThis story is about Steve Davids, a young, 27 year old pilot for the U.S Air force. Steve had a large uprising in ranks within his battalion, so much that he was given the title of squad leader. With a squadron of 5 - Marcus,Raven, Natasha, Frank an...
