There were clouds almost all the way down. Then, soon enough, the ground was in sight. It was raining in Gakha. Dim and miserable, as always. An Army base is a gray place to start with, and the weather wasn't helping any.
[ What do you think Circassia can do in one hour? ]
Grigory thought about what Lin told him. He thought a lot. In theory, the plan would make sense. Taking out the dam would be like taking out Nubia's eyes and ears. It'll end up causing mayhem and civil unrest. But the problem was, the tight security in Zenuth. It wouldn't be an easy task. Not by a long shot. But if they do happen to pull it off...
"Hah.. I'm getting too old for this job," Grigory sighed helplessly in the end, as the airplane began to land. The runway was wide enough and long enough to let giant transports struggle into the air, and the airplane touched down and stopped in less than a quarter of its length.