U.N.I.T.E.L: C.O.B.R.A's Colder War.

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MS battleship, its powerful rotors slicing through the air with an unmistakable hum. As it ascended, the aircraft seemed to defy gravity, risin

vering the chopper through the invisible currents of the atmosphere. The sound of the rotors reverbera

awling landscape appeared miniature, long stripes reduced to mere lines, and buildings to mer

ersed diverse terrain, from rugge

d made incoherent whispers and scents o

raceful turns and gentle tilts. Its presence commanded attention, drawi

the helicopter's perspex. Scores of thoughts drifted in his

trusted his instincts, primordial as they w

sted his stout frame in his bucket seat and gave the pilot a light shove. Richard interpreted the Dire

and was immediate: Tango to

litary Base. Permission

n granted,

ango. Over

f as Richard placed th

used ahead at t

s his first time here. What the hell would he be doing in this hellhole if not for the incompetence of some damned maggots who were sup

rounded by rugged mountains on one side and dense towering dunes on the other, s

The structures appeared to be strategically positioned, with a central hub flanked by various facilities and barrack

was lined with aircraft hangars, some open with planes ready for takeoff, and others closed, presumably undergoing maintenance o

housing units and apartment buildings provided a sense of community within the base. The presence of schools, recreational

were firing ranges, obstacle courses, and simulated urban environments, all catering to the rigorous trainin

ed up in a designated area, helicopters neatly parked in designated spots, and storage depots for ammunition

that the deadly slaughter of the seventeen or so men wa

constant surveillance and protection. A series of fences, barriers, and checkpoints

The air crackled with anticipation as the whirling blades sliced through the atmosphere, creating a symphony of sounds. The

air, obscuring visibility and posing a potential hazard. With years of experience and a calm determination,

dozen or more vehicles coming to a halt s

maintaining a stable hover. The weight of the helicopter shifted as the pilot lowere

a layer of challenge. Yet, the pilot relied on their knowledge and intuition, adjustin

rate, carefully managing the power to maintain control while ensuring a gentle touchdown. The roto

brations of the helicopter as it prepared to make contact with the ground. The fina

orrections to align the helicopter with the desired touchdown point. His hands moved fluidl

erupted into the air, momentarily obscuring the pilot's vision. But Richard h

pter to a complete stop as he noticed more than twenty men disembarking from the variou

the surroundings, gradually fading as the pi

copter gradually dissipated, l

d his seat belt and with an effortless leap swung the helico

refully stepped out onto the landing pad, their feet meeti

nt to survey the extremely ho

s to the landing pad with the six-foot-tall, blo

nd waited a while for B

riety of dangling medals. He could see a purple heart prominent among them. With his

knowledged his place as a guest. However, he was still enraged by the breach ex

s neatly combed salt-and-pepper hair, which spotted a single strand of gray. A subtle si

s handshake as a way of breaking the ice. He could see the General admiring his meticulously

exhibited such elegance, he

led with an aura of power that commanded the attention of the men flank

uild. Being Director of MI-6 and its relative privileges ha

rector'. The General

in his unique British accent: ' I thank you for receiving us at such short

enets of democracy, and freedom has continued to wax stronger and your presence

he reason for this bilateral convergence'? The Director

nd restrained himself from exhibiting any surprise.

d the Director and his young pilot to one of the eight Humvees parke

y of the General. He swung the door open, allowing the Director lower into the rear seat,

ading across the concourse. Through the rear mirror, the Director watched the o

ty. He asked: 'General, I would li

at fateful. What is important however is finding out what happened and who were the bastards behind the ugly ac

arlon, said, staring ahead at the horizon that