Chapitre 56: Another Dragon
We scrambled our jets into multiple directions and readied every arsenal on out jets. Garth had turned entirely invisible, and I had readied the weapon bay, which was using the ADMM for now.
The screen in front of me was the radar. It searched for the threat or anything suspicious that was flying to our direction. Without a surprise, a large blip was chasing us with an immense speed; about near Mach 0,8.
While banking the jets violently, I asked, "Hmm, is the threat real? Is there anything that flies faster than us in this world?"
"Don't ask me. Ask smart girls." Garth replied as I tried to get a visual from the target.
"It is a legendary flying creature if I must say," Cecile said as she got above the cloud.
"Mortals, I will kill you with my power [Lava Missile]," The unidentified flying object said.
"Missile, Missile, Missile," the warning system on my jet said while I bank my jets to avoid it.
"Lectrect 2, activating MCM," as the magic missile disappeared from behind us.
"Nice one, Lectrect 2," As Garth continued to search for the target.
"You mortal, how dare you make my spell disappear. [Thunder Storm]," the unidentified flying object said as the dark night skies turned darker.
Suddenly, a thunder hit my jet, "Lectrect 3, Lightning strike," Maria said from her jet.
"Lectrect 2 has found the target. Uploading it into the HUD," Maria said as a green square marked TGT on the HUD appeared.
"What is it?" Cecile asked.
"A Dragon, the same as I was fighting before this. Could we capture him?" I asked them all while opening the ADMM weapon bay.
"Sure, but first we must bait him into flying into the airbase. The spec op operators will handle it," I said as I turned my jet away while deploying flares.
"Haha, you can't capture me, mere mortal," he said as he chased my jet.
"Lectrect squadron, RTB ASAP," I said as I bank my jet Into Soniel kingdom direction.
"Wilco," Garth said to me.
We turned on our afterburner then flight back to the airbase, but this time there was a black Dragon following us.
Because this time we use the afterburner. We only took 6 minutes to get there since the Dragon has to follow us.
When we finally arrived at the base, we saw the base was shining with a bunch of red light, and every arsenal was on standby at the base.
The fighter jets were taking off non stop, and all of the spec-op operators were on stand by.
ATC: "General, we are ready to fight that thing that you bring. Everyone was scrambled using experimental aircraft, and the spec op is on stand by in their experimental tech as well. The laser cannon also on stand by"
Wilson: "Bring it down!"
ATC: "Roger."
I switched to the base frequencies and, to be exact. The Nosferatu squadron.
Wilson: "Lectrect 3 changing codename into Vampire 1."
Balandin: "This is Lieutenant Colonel Balandin. Roger, nice to be flying with you again."
Wilson: "Roger, Let's bring the target down."
I disband from our formation and move into the Nosferatu squadron. A bunch of red jets was flying in a formation.
"Vampire Squadron, Drive," I said as we launched our ADMM missile into the Dragon.
It's removed most of its scale and exposing his fleshy body.
"Lectrect 2 slash," Maria said as she fired the railgun from his plane.
"Lectrect 4, firing laser," A beam appeared on top of Cecile's Morgan, thus cutting the left-wing of the Dragon, but it still flies.
I changed the weaponry to MCM so I can make the Dragon fell to the ground.
"Vampire 1, Deploying MCM," the Dragon fell to the grown.
"Target down, Nice work General," she said to me.
"Ok, we have a party tonight," I said to them all.
"Hurray, will it be an informal party general?" Alina asked me.
"It will," I said as I switched the dial back to the ATC.
Wilson: "Vampire 1 requesting permission to land."
ATC: "General, you are cleared to land in runway 5."
Wilson: "Roger that."
I landed on the runway and taxied the aircraft to the hangar. I left the aircraft and changed into my ABU uniform with a cap with four-star insignia on top of it.
I walked out of the hangar, but one of the combat medic in the base approached me.
Suddenly, he said, "General Galliard, you might want to follow me."
While frowning, I asked him, "Hold your horses captain, what are you talking about?"
"Come here," he said as he ran away in the direction of runway 4.
"Fine," I sighed while following him from behind.
We ran across the dark runway while the medic that I followed held a flashlight on his right hand.
In the middle of runway 4, a bunch of combat medic was surrounding something.
"Move aside for the General," he said as he made way for me.
I looked at their direction, and I saw something I didn't expect at all. A beautiful girl that didn't have a left hand. She had black hair and a small lip. Her face was as beautiful as Maria, if not more than her. She wore a piece of a white dress, albeit without any shoes.
"Are you thinking what I was thinking, captain?" I asked him.
"No, what's on your mind, General?" He asked me back as some combat medic started to bandaging her wound."
"I don't know, but I have an idea of how a girl could stumble upon here. She might be the Dragon that we were fighting before." I said as I glared at the girl.
"1.. 2.. 3.. Lift," the combat medic said as they carried the girl with a stretcher to the hospital.
"We better get clear of the runway General, that SR-71 is going to take off," he said as he pulled me away from the runway and pointed his hand to the runway.
As soon as we walked away from the runway, an SR-71 blackbird was taking off. I saw the marking on its rudder, "325th Recon Squadron".
"General, you said you will make a party, won't you?" He asked me.
"Sure, Why not?" I said as I grabbed my smartphone from my right pocket.
Wilson: "Brigadier General Blackwell? Are you there?"
Abraham: "Yes, I'm here. How may I help you, General?"
Wilson: "Are the party has been started? General Blackwell."
Abraham: "Sure, which one do you want to enter. The old man party or the young one?"
Wilson: "What's different?"
Abraham: "We do everything in the sense of formality in the old one. The young one is fun, too, but it's more chaotic. I also saw General Gabrilvitch and Nikitovich joining the young one."
Wilson: "Thanks, but I'm more interested in joining the old one."
Abraham: "That's great. The dress code is a service dress. The Gala hall is located at the southside of the base."
Wilson: "Ok"
Abraham: "See you at the party."
Wilson: "Ok."
I walked away to the officer's quarters. I opened the door and saw the room had been cleaned by someone else that was obviously not me. The lights turned on automatically accompanied by a spray with the smell of a lovely rose.
I took off my clothes. I headed to the white bathtub while pressing the air conditioner remote and set the temperature into 16 degrees celsius. The bathroom itself was coated with luxurious light-brown ceramic. It had Toilet, Bathtub, Shower, and a mirror with a sink and container containing the apparatus for cleaning yourself.
I filled the bathtub with warm water and let my body submerge in it. The digital clock which displayed like a HUD in the mirror said it was 18.30. I enjoyed the cold and nice-smelled bathroom with warm water on the bathtub.
I applied the soap on my entire body and enjoyed the relaxation. I cleaned every inch of my body while a jazz saxophone instrumental music played in the background. The experience was out of this world if I must say.
30 Minutes Later
I wiped my body with a towel and opened the wardrobe that was placed in front of my bed. I opened the wardrobe and grabbed the uniform, which was a blue jacket with a light-blue shirt underneath it. There was also my hat, which has some sort of thunder-like symbol on it. I wore it with shining black shoes and blue trousers. I wore my cap on my head and ready to go.
In the front, I saw Maria in her service dress as well. But Instead of wearing a skirt, she wore trousers like me. She sat on the chair near the receptionist's desk while holding her cap on his left hand.
While she stood up, she said, "Wilson, Are you coming to the formal party?" She did it with a frowned face in conjunction with her doubtful tone.
"Yes, of course. I don't want to be forced to drink a bottle of Spiryitus by a drunk Lillie," I responded to her. FYI, spiryitus contains 96% alcohol, so my liver would be dead if I drink it.
"Do you know that the girl that the medic team picked up has grown her arm back? He has woken up now, and awkwardly, her body doesn't have any sign of permanent damage," She said while stood up from her chair, and She wore her peaked cap back to her head.
The receptionist came to us and said, "Generals, your chauffeur has come."
"Ok, Thank you," I said as I opened the glass doors in the entrance of the building while a Mayback S600 was waiting for us in front of the building. The chauffeur opened the door for both of us and drove the luxurious car very slowly.
I press the button on the car while the climate control blew some cold aromatic air from the vehicle. It's a really luxurious car, after all. The white seat was pretty comfy, and the interior was made from an expensive-looking leather.
The driver drove the car very slowly while Maria and I were conversating.
"When you will get married?" I asked maria randomly.
With a hostile look, she replied, "I don't know, why do you ask?"
"Just wondering. Noble usually gets married at a very young age, isn't it?" I said as the fireworks started to explode on the skies.
"Yeah, that's right, but that's also wrong too. I will get married at a regular age or about 25-29. Still, if my father says otherwise, then I don't know," Maria said while she gazed at the exploding fireworks.
"Haha, what will happen to me after you married?" I asked her with a smile on my face.
"I don't know. Either you follow me to work with my husband servant since you are the best servant I've ever known or go adventuring as an adventurer since you have a good combat skill," she said while grabbing a bottle of champagne and opened the cork.
I put two glass in the cupholder then turned on the cup holder cooler, so the glass stayed chilled. Maria poured the champagne into the glass, then she put the cork back and put it back into the fridge.
"Let me play some music," I said while I grabbed the remote and chose a song called, " Last Ride Home- Magnus Ringblom." Relaxing jazz played in the background.
"Wilson, why are you so romantic?" She said as she grabbed a glass of champagne from the cup holder.
"Haha, Cheers," our glass hit against each other.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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