October 15, Abawahan, Ante Abawahan Front Army Headquarters, 1347 hrs.
Pavlov turned pale when he heard the news, "Shot down? Where? Who did it?"
The communications officer shrank his neck, obviously intimidated by the Chief of Staff's rage, "It... happened 30 kilometers north of us by the coastline, by our own anti-aircraft artillery. The escorting Royal Air Force reported that the General is fine."
Pavlov grabbed the arm of the communications officer, "Are you sure? Are you sure the General is alright? Did the Royal Air Force confirm it while flying low enough?"
Communications officer, "She's said to be some kind of witch who can clearly sense that the General is still alive, so there's absolutely no problem; they asked us to send a vehicle to pick him up. I don't know how she sensed the General's condition."
Pavlov breathed a sigh of relief, "If it's Lady Emilia, then it should be credible."