Pratyusha's pov
We discussed the plan for the last time before wishing each other luck, taking oath on the name of our mother land and set into our fighter jets.
Indian air force had offered to volunteer and help the Iraq government get foothold over the ISIS leader. It was all planned out, a master plan with high risk but least chance of failure.
It was a do or die mission. There was no coming back if caught.
That moment sitting tight on my seat, my arms set. The seat was buckled secure. I had my head shaft on, the engines were on fire. All I had to do was wear the headphone and give to command.
I closed my eyes. I didn't know if I'll ever be back..
I could see my family, my friends. I could see Virat, who was smiling cheekily at me.
No. No. Not coming back is not an option. I promised and i can't afford to break it.
You will be back Pratyusha Dodrajka.
I opened my eyes, lava replacing the blood in my veins. I put on the head gear.
"Are we ready?" I asked setting my hands
"Waiting for your command captain" the reply came
"In the count of three" I commanded
"Three" I saw my parents and maa "two" there stood Virat along with them and Bruno too "one. Go!" We took off
All I could see was my country flag, hoisting high in the sky.
It was going good, we were kept informed about the weather through satellite and directed to our mission. The weather wasn't favourable but we couldn't afford any delay.
I could see a dark cloud faintly over the Alps. Doesn't seem hazardous, it's negotiable probably. Nevermind, let's not take chances.
"Hello, control room" I spoke through the mic
"This is fighter jet one eight double o, Captain.Dodrajka contacting" I said, while looking out for my teammates.
I couldn't hear any response
"Hello?" I rechecked the satellite system
"Am I clear?" I paused for a reply
God. I breathed, I was approaching the Alps at a lighting speed and my only way through the mountains was blocked by a seemingly rain storm cloud hovering over my passage.
Turn back?
"No no no! Turning back is not an option" I shook my head and pressed my lips "if it would have been fatal they would've told me. It's nothing. Everything is under control and you-" I was interrupted by a blaring cacophony in my ears
"Fighter jet one eight zero zero, you are approaching a storm blast. Retreat. I repeat retreat."
"What?!"
"Turn back." I recieved orders
I was in a state of embezzlement, it was all too haptic for me to interpret and before my reflex could hit me to retreat I found my jet being pulled inside the eye of the storm.
"Ughhhh!" I tried to force the jet out
Not working.
I was short of time and power and I couldn't think of anything.
"Come on!" I put in all my force but my engines seemed to have given up. They were lifeless and soon-
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