(Phone rings)
 "Good morning sir. Is this Captain Gust"? 
 "Yes"
 I tried to deepen my voice as I just woke up and my voice becomes shrill after just getting up from sleep.
 "You are cordially invited to the secret headquarters sir. The location has changed. You will receive the location. You know how."
I rushed to the window, for the parrot. Yes, the info is sent by parrots. Who could have known that in the era where every single work is done by machines, intels about our mission will be sent through parrots.The parrot finally came after what felt like an eternity, only a minute or two. It gave me a secret code. It took me a month to learn how to decipher these codes. 
"Oh God! Why is this always so complicated?"I groaned under my breath.
By the way, it took me an hour to decode it. An hour I didn't have.
This time the location was changed to a bunker (out of dozens hidden in the country). These bunkers were actually made in 2030's for protection from nuclear war by a group of affluent paranoids. Though fortunately or maybe unfortunately(for them) these bunkers could never serve the purpose they were made for.
"Nicholas, get ready, we're heading out for the mission."
"Alright, Gust." Nicholas responded calmly.
He's my only friend—perhaps my best friend. He is always the calm to my storm.
(After 10 minutes)
I turned to see Nicholas waiting in the car, drenched in blood. The garden was also bloody like a war was fought. My heart skipped a beat after I saw all this.
"What happened, Nicholas? Are you okay? All this blood..." I stammered, my stomach churning.
"Oh, this? As I suspected, you're clueless about the attack again! Do you have ears, or are they just bottle openers? They fired three laser shots. You know how loud the EMP interference is."
"What? I heard something, but not clearly since I was in the shower. I thought you were testing the weapons."
"Why would I randomly test laser guns?"
"Hmm, fair point. Let me drive—we'll head to the hospital."
"No, forget it. We're already late. Besides, this isn’t my blood—it's theirs. Just a group of amateurs who couldn’t even afford a silencer."
"Thank goodness. At least change your clothes..."
"No, let's move."
(Nicholas starts the car)
"So, where did you hide the bodies, Nicholas?"
"In the trash bin, of course. There were only three of them."
"What? How did you fit three bodies in a trash bin?"
"You know... hehe."
I felt more anxious, not because of the attack, but because of his smug reply.
We finally reached the militant area. We were checked for any harmful objects(though it was just a formality). There we(me and my manager, actually my friend) got in a helicopter, this was a special helicopter which had an advanced anti tracking device. Though my car also had one but this helicopter is far more advanced and also we have to abide by the government.
We arrived at the top of a building from which we went underground through a lift. We walked for about 20 minutes in an underground passage with three militants by our side.This  was a secret entry to the bunker. Yes we were already walking in the bunker. We then reached a dark room with absolutely no light. There our bodies were checked again and our retina scan was done. Then we passed through a bulletproof glass door and an armoured metal door. Then we reached a bright room where the final testing of The Death Glider was being done. 
                                      
                                   
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My Glide On Death
Science FictionThe year was 2098. I was a spacecraft and jet pilot during an era of relative peace. No robotic apocalypses, no zombie outbreaks, no meteor showers-nothing of the sort. Humanity had even established a presence on Mars. Yet, beneath this calm, a sini...
 
                                               
                                                  