Chapter 7. nerves.
A few weeks after the Action over anchorhead the IUN was in a daze. The mother ship Brought Yuktobanian Air power anywhere in a matter of hours. Ghost was not worried about the fronts, he was worried about the Demon. He still had no idea of the demon's Intentions with him. He sat patiently in the breifing room. Mist sat next to him. Wit and Seymour sat with the rest of their newly formed squadron.
"Allright ladies and gentlemen settle down" The briefing officer began. "4 weeks ago we have found out that Yukobania has gotten there Arsneal carrier up in order."
"Yeah no Shit" Boost butted in.
"We need to take this thing down and I know just the perfect time" the Officer said.
"The Ship passes over the Yuktobanian Capital of Cinigrad. every week to maintain its jets and food and fuel, They would never expect a full frontal assualt from us on there most heavily defended city."
"What's the Catch?" Seymour asked curiously.
"Demons gonna be there" Ghost Said dryly. Mist looked over to him and slowly put her hand on his. Ghost hoped nobody would see but was glad she did so.
"We might be able to hit two birds with one stone here," Wit said. "But this will be a risk"
"Then we are all in agrement?" the officer asked. "Are you sure that your Sol squadron will be able to make it in case the op goes south face?"
"I'm almost positve, you need us, we'll be there" Wit said confidently. Ghost stood up and walked out of the briefing room. As far as he was concerned the briefing was over. He heard his mates call out after him but only 1 followed. He took a sharp turn towards his barracks. He opened and closed the door, praying that it wasnt Mist that followed him. He walked over to his bed and lay his head down on the bed. He looked over to his computer screen. It was on.
"What the hell?" Ghost said to himself. He walked over to the screen and took a seat. The screen was green and had a blinking white cursor indicating this was either a chat of some sorts or a search engine. Ghost sighed and typed in "Hello" into the bar.
"Hello Ghost" a reply was sent back.
"Identify yourself" Ghost said back. His hand began to shake. He wished he never asked who it was.
"Devil 1" the sender responded.
"What do you want?" Ghost typed back. Shocked with the presitince that Demon had.
"I want you to listen" Demon replied
"What's your deal with me you're obsessed" Ghost shot at him.
"You have potential to be a great pilot kid you deserve to fly your friends however"
"So much as lay a finger on them and Die"
"Let me tell you about somebody that did to me what I'm trying to do to you," demon replied.
"Okay. Shoot" Ghost hit the enter key sending his message through.