Demon of the Skies [Book 1]

Deliberation Part 2

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Chapter Quote:
"I was on the path of the warrior, when I realized I was the warrior."
~Neetal Parekh
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Chapter 13: Deliberation Part 2

Brett

Interview #5
The Bringer of Death
Oured, Osea
22 September, 2005

"This man was head of the command group, and was known as the Vulture. Schwarze Team Commander, Dominic Zubov, former member of the Belkan Air Force, 13th Night Fighter Air Division, 6th Tactical Fighter Squadron. He fled after the final battle in order to avoid prosecution for various war crimes. He is still on the run and being hunted as an escaped killer." I shuddered slightly as I said that last line into my recorder. This was my first interview. He had also been the hardest to track down, mostly because of him being on the run. And considering he was an escaped killer, I wasn't going into the interview unarmed. I had a loaded gun hidden on my back, its outline hidden by my oversized aviator jacket.

I made my way to an abandoned warehouse district, rehearsing every question I needed and wanted to ask him because once I left him today, it would take ages to ever find him again. This man used to be a professional pilot. Now he was a professional runner.

When I entered the building he told me he'd be in, all was silent. Deciding against calling out, I made my way through it in search of him. He was probably watching me this very moment, watching to make sure I didn't bring any Osean officials with me. After twenty minutes of searching and waiting, I was about to give up hope when a voice rose from the darkness behind me. I panicked and rather than grabbing my gun, I grabbed a metal pipe next to me and chucked it in the direction of the voice. It clattered to the ground, missing the target.

"Got an arm on you, boy," a man said, stepping out from the shadows. I recognized him immediately as Zubov and let out a small sigh of relief. "Glad that didn't hit me. You that reporter? Thompson?"

"How long have you been there, man?" I breathed. "And yeah, I'm Brett Thompson."

"About ten minutes. Had to make sure I wasn't followed, that you didn't have anyone following you, or that you had anyone with you. Let me see some identification."

I pulled out my driver's license to show him. He put his face up close to it, scrutinizing it. "I guess you're legit. All right, ask away."

I set up my camera and stood behind it, beginning the interview. Or at least I tried. Zubov immediately piped up with, "Sorry about the accommodations. It goes with the business. I'm not active during the day."

"What do you do at night?" I countered.

He smirked. "You don't want to know that."

"I'll assume it's something illegal, then."