Simba: The Secret Identity

The Unexpected Attack

The wind was howling even amidst this barren land. Several planes were flying above 50,000 feet from the ground among the azure sky. These were of course the newly bought F-35B Lightning Jets. They were cutting through the air, making even the fastest of jets seem a joke. In these jets were undoubtedly some of the finest pilots RAF has ever made. The jet in the lead had a special star on its hind. This star was red with a gold jet in the middle. It shone vividly amidst the rays of the sun. This star represented the mark for the Squadron Leader. In this special jet sat a middle-aged man. He had black and curly hair, though not visible under his protective visor,  and was wearing his Field Operation tracksuit. He had several freckles on his face which made him look like a fictional character. On one side of his cockpit, he had a cute picture of his newborn baby in a towel and a picture of a lady wearing a navy blue dress on another. This man's name was Kabir Patel.

Kabir was on a perilous mission in Syria. His aim was to deliver important Intel to a U.S. army camp regarding several attacks intelligence have found out about. "B-63 to B-61. Do you copy?" Came a sound from the inbuilt communication system in Kabir's visor.

"I copy. What's up?" Kabir replied in a smooth, calm voice.

The pilot with the code-name B-63 replied with an anxious tone in his voice, "Sir, I am running dangerously low on fuel; if we don't arrive within 15 minutes, I might have to resort to crash landing."

Kabir's calmness all of a sudden changed into rage." This is highly unprofessional Mark! You are aware of the fact that we are on a vital mission, yet you still forget to do the basic preparations that all pilots must do before they take off!" Shouted Kabir. He paused for a second to manoeuvre his jet and calmed himself and then spoke in a less frightening manner." I will speak to you when we land but for now-" Kabir found himself interrupted by another pilot.

" Sir, fighter planes  behind us: L-39ZA." replied the pilot at the very back." They are gaining on us rapidly."

A rush of panic entered Kabir's body and began to penetrate his organs. He had never had any experience with L-39ZA fighter planes. They were regarded as the most vicious planes ever created by humankind. He was certainly not expecting them here of all places!

" Roger that. B-65 and B-66 turn 45 degrees North and start fleeing. B-64, B-63 and B-62 if you are on the LHS then turn 90 degrees West and if you are on the RHS then turn 90 degrees East. Me and B-62 shall attack by turning 180 degrees. Everyone, move!" Ordered Kabir and he and the pilot he was addressing as B-62 turned and started spraying heavy rounds of ammunition from their plane. Kabir counted a total of 10 L-39ZA's. This put them in an alarming position. It was 7 against 10. However, the RAF were at an advantage due to their height. Having gained confidence from this fact, Kabir charged forwards.

For several minutes both sides continued to miss their bullets at the opposing engine. Then all of a sudden, Kabir heard a deafening 'pop' behind him. "B-63 down sir." Came a depressing voice from behind him. Kabir felt like he had lost one of his legs. Even though Kabir had just shouted at B-62 he felt melancholy at what had fate prepared for him. Without saying anything he looked down to see his comrade falling down. And that had been the most regretful mistake Kabir had made.

He heard a loud crack and saw one of his engines going down. Distraught overflowed Kabir's mind. He looked down to see a tiny red dot. Mark had survived the fall. Kabir's mind sparked an idea. He opened his cockpit while falling down from the unforgiving sky and jumped. He effortlessly soared through the clouds like a bird with dashing wings. When Kabir had reached the relevant height, he pulled on a string behind him and a huge red parachute opened up. It took a while for him to get down from it. When Kabir's feet were firmly fixed to the ground, he spotted a dot in the distance. This must be Mark. Kabir started jogging towards him. However, when Kabir got close he recognized that this was not Mark.

It was, in fact, a person wearing red and green robes. He had a horrifying scar cutting through his face and an ear-piercing of a skull. He was alone and had a gun in his hands. Kabir slowly started edging his hand towards his zipped mini-bag pocket to take out a gun. But before he could do so, a piercing pain made its way through his right leg. The man had shot him on his kneecap. Kabir cried out in pain and fury and put his hand on the place he had been shot. Blood was oozing through it."Our master wishes to see you, Patel." The man said calmly."Won't you be a gentleman and come without any agitation? And no weapons." He put an emphasis on the word 'no'.
"Go to hell." Kabir scoffed. The man then pointed his gun at Kabir's forehead. He revealed his arm and Kabir noticed a strange tattoo of a lion and snake and the letter 'T' in between them." I tried to say it calmly, but I don't think calm is in your dictionary is it?" He replied, still pointing the gun at his forehead. Kabir was still holding his blood-soaked thigh. "I would rather die than come with you murderous people." He spat at the man's face. The man smiled.
"Well, I'm sure you would come with us if you want to see your friends die." He replied enthusiastically and pointed behind Kabir. To his horror, Kabir saw all of his Squadron in gags and a gun pointing to their forehead by several other people who were also wearing vivid red and green robes.

Kabir had already made the decision. He put both of his blood-soaked hands in the air and followed the man to a jeep he had hidden. He heard six gunshots in the distance and stared at the man, full of rage. "You lied to me!" He yelled viciously. "Why did you kill them?"
"Well, we had no use of them. Anyway, did you expect us to tell you the truth? Us? The mighty Trillion group?" He replied, laughing bizarrely. Then all of a sudden, his mood changed. "They were lucky to have died a quick death. You, however, are not. We will torture you and make you spit out all the information we need. While in your home country, your friends and family will be preparing for your funeral, considering you dead. Imagine that! Dead to your family and alive to your enemies." He laughed yet again with the same tone. Kabir tried transforming his hands into fists. Then realized that he was unable to do so due to his cuffed hands. He let out a shriek of pain as more blood pounded from his thigh.
"My son will come. You wait and watch. He will come and destroy all of you. Simba will rise!" He shouted.

Thousands of miles away, Simba Patel jerked his eyes open, his mind whizzing by the dream he just had...