My Glide On Death

The year was 2088, I was a spacecraft and jet pilot during that time. No robotic apocalypse, no zombie apocalypse, no meteor shower, nothing at all. There was peace, humans settled on mars also. But there was a detestable group thriving on Mars. Actually there were rumours of a disguised terrorist group in there. I was not directly in the military, I had my own organisation TAF (Terrorist Annihilator Force) to uncover such terrorist groups. Though it is quite small, but it surely has the most experienced staff.

This time the government collaborated with our organisation because this terrorist group was the most widespread terrorist group at that time, The Mars philathropics (MP). Isn't it ironic? They named themselves after lovers of mankind. They think that they are actually doing good deeds.meh!

So yes, that's who I am...
The one considered to be the best spacecraft pilot.

Will I be able to complete my mission or not?
What is the mysterious M.P?

I guess I'll let the fate decide...