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A man in his early thirties stood in front of the mirror, as he buttoned up his dark green uniform. He took a once last glance at himself before reaching out for his familiar dog tags and ran his thumb across it. Reading his name across the silver metal, a sense of proud filled him in.
"This is it." he thought silently while placing them inside his pocket.
He reached forward for his helmet and walked out of the room and toward the base outside. Eyes glancing at various aircrafts which stood ready, he met his superior gaze and nodded in a respected manner.
Climbing into a military aircraft, he slipped on the helmet and attached a mask onto it. Closing the upper half of the jet, he gave a thumbs up to the fellow colleagues letting them know that he was ready to take off.
"All clear, sir."
He pressed a few buttons on the dashboard of the jet, while familiar thoughts slowly made its way into his mind. Like the first time he had to climb in and fly up into the sky. He was dead nervous that day, but managed to get his head right in the game. Alright. You can do this.'
He began to start the engine and eventually the jet picked up speed and took off the ground.
"Can you hear us, AIR?"
"Loud and clear, Kabir."
Kabir, a technician of the military department, typed away at the large screen in front of him, trying to navigate the unknown location.
An Air Vice Marshal stood staring at the screen with a thoughtful look on his face as his hands were behind his back. Along with him and the fellow collogues, he prayed that the mission would succeed.
Kabir shifted his attention on the screen and followed the direction of his jet.
"I've send you the coordinators now. Follow them and you'll arrive where the missile is located."
"Got it." They heard him speak through the radio, as they followed him closely on the screen. Everyone were highly nervous and minds were rather occupied to say anything at all.
"You're heading closer. Stay on track."
Once navigating through the skies, the pilot furrowed his brows upon the place. All he could see was clear blue ocean underneath him.
Staring into his dark screen, he noticed the unknown missile being located.
"You sure it's the right coordinates?"
"Yes. Now, you have to lower the aircraft only this way you will be able to reach it. Remember to keep your head cool and be careful."
The pilot did what he was told and lowered the aircraft the best way he could. Pressing a few buttons, he felt the missile underneath the aircraft.
"One wrong move and it's done."
Sweat started to creep on his forehead.. But he had managed to complete the task.
Everyone sighed in relief and the Air Vice Marshal spoke through the radio. "Good going, AIR. Now head back to the base and let the Navy take care of the rest."
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A black haired man placed a shaking hand against the window of the hospital room. Seeing his own refection upon the window, he began to feel sick. So sick that he could feel the unfamiliar feeling floating through his being.
Clasping his hand into a fist, his eyes caught a three-months-old scar across his right arm and forehead.
"If only it had been that easy." Aahil Raza Ibrahim whispered.
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One Month Later:
A pair of heels clicked into the hard floor as a woman made her way into the long hallway. Holding into a blue colored file in her hand, she nodded warmly at the gazes she met by her fellow colleges.
She arrived at her personal cabinet where her name was written across the wooden colored door, before closing it behind her. Placing the file on the table, she sighed before sitting down behind the black table and began to look through the pages.
Out of somewhere the phone rang.
The woman pressed a button as it was on loudspeaker and spoke in a soft voice. "Yes Maria."
"There's a call for you, should I connect the line?"
"Yes please, go ahead."
A moment later, the woman spoke. "Hello?"
"Hello. Am I speaking with Sanam Ahmed Khan?" A deep yet kind voice spoke from the other line.
"Yes, who is this?"
"My name is Rehan Imran Qureshi and I have been recommended your name from one of the Bhopal's hospitals."
Sanam closed the file as she adjusted her attention on the caller. "Yes, Mr. Qureshi. How may I help you?"
"I'm calling because I need your level of expertise on a case.."
"Who am I supposed to help?"
There was a small pause before responding. "My brother."
Rehan turned around to stand in front of the tall company windows of his cabin on the 12th floor.
"Aahil Raza Ibrahim."
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To Be Continued!
Hello Lovelies. I know, this was very short, but I still hope I managed to get your thrilling attention. Please, do leave a comment and tell me how you liked it. :)
I will try to update as soon as I can.
Edited by mahwash22 - 9 years ago
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