Based on a True Story
They came from the northwest and there were two of them. Looking around, I realized that I was all alone in my sector, and now it was up to me to defend my sector. Fully aware that I was not well equipped for this ground-to-air combat, my mind raced at the speed of light. What alternatives or options did I have? Could I single-handedly bring them down?
Perhaps Sector-3 would have some ammunition and weapons. And if I were lucky, I might even find some backup, who could help me fight the intruders in our air-space.
Sector-3 wasn't very far, and so hastily but stealthily, in order not to attract any attention, I retreated to Sector-3. My worst fears came true when I couldn't find anybody in Sector-3, or on my way to and fro.
Weapons in Sector-3, there weren't many. But I found one. A gun powerful enough, with which, if I used the best of my skills, I might just be able to bring both of them down.
Returning back to my sector, I saw that they were still flying around in reconnaissance or preparation for action. Selecting a good and strategic vantage position, I remembered my training from USAF, and also the golden rule for a soldier on battle ground - A good soldier is patient and observes his enemy. Never reacts too fast, but not too slow either.
A careful observation confirmed that the intruders weren't too advanced. Great flying skills, yes. Sudden dives, left or right climbing turns, banking in a flash of a second, and all that, but they couldn't manage inverted flights. And there was a limit to their vertical climb to higher altitudes before they suffered serious stalls.
Some other things were obvious. Considering their size, they wouldn't be carrying loads of iron (bombs), but that was the scary part of it. Because they were carrying deadly and live biological weapons. This single factor was the reason why they had to be stopped. Even if single-handedly, by me.
I had only one advantage over them. Although not very powerful, my weapon was silent. And when hit, they wouldn't know what hit them.
Carefully taking aim, I fired a shot at one of them. However, I missed. I had misjudged their altitude and the speed of their flight. After several misses, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and counted to ten.
Once again taking a deep breath, I focused my aim on one of them, and moving my arm a little bit to my right and in front of the intruder's flight trajectory, I squeezed the trigger.
Finito! I had incapacitated the asshole. And watched him slowly fall to ground. One more to go.
Seeing his mate die, the other intruder got panicky. But with new found confidence, I wasn't about to spare this motherfucker. Again taking careful aim, I got his wings. Three cheers pal! What a lucky and productive day!
Watching him struggle to fly away, but eventually losing altitude and falling to ground, I started cheering loudly and hysterically, albeit, congratulating my own gallantry. If only there were more people to witness my action and bravery.
Rushing towards their crash sites, I witnessed the sorry scene, and I was sorry that I did it. But had I not killed them, they would have released their biological weapons and would have created havoc.
I wasn't going to bury the assholes, or what have you. But considering the biological weapons they still carried with them, I simply flicked my cigarette lighter and...
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