Joey looked up from his newspaper and suddenly realized it all. The meaning of life, the answer to the universe, everything. He triumphantly stood up, the pipe falling from his mouth and coffee splattering everywhere.
“Diana, I have an idea.” He marched outside and was immediately gunned down by patrolling soldiers. They walked over to his bleeding, smoking corpse and recovered a parchment. He was a spy for the Eastern Republic army, he had been wanted for espionage against the Western Republic army; he was an engineer who had defected from the WRA. Now they had got him.
The soldiers read the parchment.
Dear ERA officials,
Forget about me. Don’t try to look for me or find me; I have discovered the meaning to all of our great questions. Something far more important than this miserable bloody war. If this is confiscated by troops please disregard; I am working for the ERA now. In fact if this message is being read now, it means I am dead. Or am I? Look behind you. Now.
The soldiers turned around and a WRA Phalanx Battle Suit stood before them, guns trained on the soldiers.
Gunfire echoed throughout the town.
*
‘If my reconnaissance photos are correct then the WRA troops must be pushing north to our Northern Range Equipment Facilities. We cannot, I repeat cannot,” he added emphasis by clubbing the map with his baton. “lose these factories to the enemy. We must launch a counter offensive that will cripple them for weeks, thus turning the tide of the war.”
“What are you proposing?” asked General Roland to Field Commander Thomas.
Thomas grinned.
“An aerial offensive.”
“That’s insane.” said Weston, standing up. “Our Eastern Air Force has been crippled. There’s a serious airplane shortage. How can we train the pilots? Most of them are dead and new ones never learn and always get shot down.”
“Then we must use discipline. Men, take me to the Schtag Air Base. Now!!!”
TO BE CONTINUED …
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