Summoning the Cold Rivalry

Chapter 65: Counter Strike

Location: Skies over Yamapolis
10th August, 1633, 8:00 AM

From a perspective of no one, not a man on the ground or in the air, yet the feeling of imminent doom imbedded in the air itself. Group of bomber, the same high altitude bomber plane that dropped the nuclear bomb on Dante's fortress is now reaching for its new prey. More than hundred of kilometers have been traveled, and it will end with a bang.

"Identifying clearance"

The main pilot, Misuki Kimen, spoke into his radio, asking the frontal radar group nearest to the city. They replied back to him with a little bit of concerns.

"Around twenty AA missiles has been set up within the city, and more than thirty aircrafts are patrolling the sky. Are you really sure to proceed this mission?"

He smile, even though no one could see it under his oxygen mask, his cockiness shown.

"Positive, taking down those worthless asshole out of the sky would be an easy job"

He looks outside the plane, 4 escort squadrons, chosen as the best for this mission, is flying around and under his bomber. He recall what the general has said to him earlier.

"Cared about jackshit and put those bitches into hell"

Very aspiring words he dared say, it's almost make him laugh just from thinking about it. He is very sure of himself that this mission will succeed, if the bomb is drop, then it will completely halt Mu advance.

"Very well then, you're nearing the objective. Godspeed, Fenrir"

The radio got silent, he look foward and out of his cockpit. The blue sky filled with clouds, how beautiful. Half a million lives are about to perish by his hand, he couldn't help but smile. His co-pilot turn to him and said.

"Keep your cool, I can see your sinister face. Anyways, in about a minute, the city will be right under us".

He then reply to his co-pilot.

"I understood. Alert the fighters, we will engage in combat soon"

"Aye aye" The co-pilot turned on the radio, and contact all the escorts.

The dazzling sunlight impacting the airframe of his bomber, he look outside a little bit more and told himself; for the better of the empire. Every fibers in his skin jerked as he get startled by the sound of the radio.

"Enemy aircrafts incoming! Fenrir, speed up ahead! All fighters, engage!"

"Look like it has started" He talk to himself.

He push the throttle. His eyes could not see the outside, although, as much as he wanted to watch the dogfight, he wouldn't want to risk for the failure of this mission. His eyes look through the bombsight, the city has come in closer. Suddenly his plane shook, it's almost as if something hit it. His hand reach for the radio in order to inquire about what has just happened.

"Damage report, what happened?" He asked.

"Engine one has been hit by a missile! We must hurry!"

Keeping the composure, he inhale the air within his mask, filthy and wet. His eyes is on the bombsight once again, the city below is completely ravaged by the offensive, but that isn't his concerns. A streak of light travel pass his eye, the sound of bullets impacting the airframe is nothing but madness. His co-pilot place a hand on his back.

"The flares are being drained out, we will be shot down if you keeping it slow like this"

"Shut it" Simple but clear answer, he continue to focus on task at hands.