2:35
Top Secret SFF Air base
Somewhere along the Great Plains
"Status Report?"
As the blue and purple lights that marked the runway began to materialize in the darkness that was marked here and there by fringes of grassland, Purhaena gradually started to bring her aircraft into a slow descent. She then decided to report to Devolle about the status of their bombing run.
"We managed to bomb Fantine's headquarters, disabling their runways and their control towers. You wouldn't have to worry about them meddling in our affairs for long. We suffered minimal losses only. Therefore, I consider our attacking run a success."
"Very good," the voice at the other end of the radio croaked. "I will pass this great news onto your father. In the meantime, I need you and Sythe to join us for the meeting with Commander Fydor of the Kaneen Armed Forces."
Dear Kaos, what does that demagogue desire now?
It will probably serve in their best interest to have an audience with the supreme leader of the Kaneen military. After all, it was thanks to them that the SFF war machine were able to successfully invade the Kithan lands. Perhaps he could offer them something useful now and possibly aid them in their takeover of the Capitol or even Fantine's territory.
It wasn't long before her aircraft's wheels made contact with the sleek obsidian runway. Immediately upon landing, her Bat slowed down considerably and taxied to the nearest hangars. Upon entering the square shelter, blacker than the night, she was assisted out of her aircraft by two fitters, one a human and the other an imp, and took her first taste of the nocturnal air.
It's so beautiful. I suppose spending a lot of time in a warplane can get considerably stuffy. It is good to appreciate nature that is part of the Offworld, especially if it belongs to the Survivalist Federation Force.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. Startled, she whirled on her feet to face the reptilian eyes of Targon, her fellow flight leader. The Skaven mix's ears flitted in the air as the roaring sounds of the SFF aircraft, no different than the beasts of the Backbone mountains, echoed around the base, reverberating in their bones. It was pretty unusually busy at the base, but Purhaena supposed this change was due to the nature of wartime activities the organization runs.
"Do you think Devolle and Fydor will come to Base 64 or we will have to meet them elsewhere?"
"I'm really not sure ,but I what I do know is that I hate to take a shuttle to Devolle's base of operations this time of the night."
"You and me both." The Skaven-Kalash mix sighed. "Why can't we just invade the Kaneen lands and subjugate them to our authority."
"SIN probably had other plans for them." Purhaena shrugged as they entered the foreboding base. Her eyes glanced around the dark blue interior as black and blue-clad guards checked the pilots. "Which begs the question, will she be present for the meeting as well?"
"Not if it is trivial," Targon responded. "She supposedly has more important matters to tend to."
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At that same time
Fantine Headquarters
"So what is it that you want to tell me?" Mikhail asked as he took a seat across from Zayda.
He had just entered the Fantine Espionage Division's department after being summoned by Zayda herself. The Fantine Spy Master's face plastered into a smile at her superior's inquiry.
"You think we were going to let the Survivalists get away from us scot-free after that unwarranted strike against our home base? Well, I got some pleasant news for you, sir."
"Oh?" Mikhail raised a graying eyebrow."Please, enlighten me then."
"With pleasure." Zayda pressed a button on the side of her desk and spoke into the intercom. "Sentery, your presence required. Head over to the Espionage Division on the Intelligence Office now. "
"Hold on!" The Director of Operations frowned. "May I ask why our PR representative is being called over to the Intelligence sector? Why is she even involved?"
"Your questions will be acknowledged once she arrives." Zayda smiled.
In a couple of minutes, the guards posted by the entrance parted to let Sentery in. Her sleek dark hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, Fantine X's Public Relation Officer adjusted her wide-rimmed glasses as she took a seat at the right side of the table between Mikhail and Zayda.
"You rang?" The dark-haired woman from Florenz smiled.
"Yes, please enlighten the Director of our recent discovery regarding SFF." Zayda leaned back in her chair.
"Oh right!" Sentery turned her attention to Mikhail. "After a couple squadrons of SFF long-range bombers attacked us no more than an hour ago, I decided it would be useful to trace their location back to their origin with a small Finch drone. Here is where we traced them to."
She handed the man a tablet the size of a novel and he saw a map that drew a bright blue line northeast of their location to the edge of the Great Expanse.
"So they must have a hidden base in that location,' Mikhail surmised. "Perhaps it is their base of operations. If we can take it out, we may be able to cut off the head of the Survivalist menace once and for all!"
"We can only assume that this is one of many bases they have scattered in the Outer Territories," Sentery pointed out. "We must be on the lookout for the others."
"My question is will it be worth our efforts in erasing this base from the map?" Mikhail leaned over the desk.
Zayda decided to input her opinion. "You never know, the top brass of the SFF leadership could be present. If not, the worst thing that could happen is that the Survivalist Federation Force loses one of their bases."
"Hmmm." Mikhail pondered the decision a bit, glancing through the thermal and clear images of the SFF base. The sight of several long-range bombers and interceptors disturbed him."Let me consult with the rest of the staff and I'll see if we can wipe this base off the map."
"Sounds good."
Zayda and Sentery exchanged hopeful glances.
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A couple hours later, a meeting had convened with Fantine's top echelon and after an extensive amount of time was spent on debating the course of action to be taken, a unanimous decision was made. Mikhail rose and faced everyone in the room.
"Now is the time to make the Survivalists experience the full weight of our wrath. As you saw earlier, they thought setting our hangars and towers ablaze would result in our loss of morale, but they couldn't be more wrong. Instead, they just sealed their own fate." His grey eyes fixed onto the Air Corps in the right corner of the table. "Get the planes into the air now!"
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