The Pilot(part 1)

2014, Somewhere above the Atlantic Ocean

The gray-colored army plane streaked through the sky above the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, its pilot, Seth King, gripping the controls with an intensity matched only by his insatiable thirst for adventure. Seth was renowned within the ranks as the best pilot in the entire fleet, his skills unmatched and his daring maneuvers the stuff of legend.

But Seth was not just known for his flying prowess; he was also infamous for his rebellious streak and disregard for authority. His superiors often found themselves exasperated by his insubordinate attitude, but they couldn't deny his immense talent and the results he delivered in the cockpit.

Inside the cockpit, Seth's eyes shined with excitement as he pushed the aircraft to its limits, weaving effortlessly through the clouds with a grace that seemed almost supernatural. He reveled in the feeling of freedom that came with every twist and turn, the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins like wildfire.

Closely behind him, two identical Typhoons followed him, maintaining an arrow formation with Seth as the head. The three kept the formation through all maneuvers easily, before Seth finally spotted a small dot far away on the surface of the water below.

"Target is in sight, awaiting mission confirmation, over," Seth called into the radio as the planes moved forward at incredible speed.

"Dark Knight One, this is Command. The enemy is suspected of having guided anti-aircraft missiles. Abort the mission immediately. I repeat, abort the mission and return to base, over," a stern voice buzzed through the radio.

As Seth listened to the command over the radio, his grip tightened on the controls, and a furrow formed on his brow. He glanced back at the two Typhoons following him, a silent exchange passing between them. The mission was critical, but the risk was undeniable.

Ignoring the order, Seth keyed the radio, his voice resolute. "Command, this is Dark Knight One. Negative on the abort. We have visual confirmation of the target and are proceeding with the mission, over."

Static crackled in response, followed by the commanding officer's voice. "Dark Knight One, I repeat, abort the mission. The risk is too great. That's an order, over."

Ignoring the man's voice, Seth addressed his fellow pilots. "Two, Three, you heard command. The target is small, one missile would be enough. Turn around; I will continue from here, over."

"Fine, you won't listen anyway. Dark Knight Two copy, over," a heavy, smoker's voice crackled through the coms.

"Just be careful, One. Dark Knight Three copy, over," a concerned yet resigned voice, clearly belonging to a woman, responded.

The two planes turned to the side before heading in the opposite direction, disappearing from each other's sight in mere seconds.

With steely resolve, Seth refocused his attention on the task ahead. The small dot on the water below grew larger as he closed in on the target. Taking a long breath, he disconnected the radio, silencing his commanders' angry shouts to maintain focus.

He could already see the outline of the half-submerged submarine below and started his dive towards the target. He only had one hellfire, meaning only one opportunity to hit the target. He had to get as close as possible; otherwise, the submarine might evade or blow it out of the air.

As Seth pressed on towards the target, adrenaline surged through his veins, heightening his senses to their fullest extent. But just as he prepared to unleash his own firepower, a sudden warning blared through the cockpit—a missile lock.

Instinct kicked in, and Seth's heart raced as he veered sharply to evade the deadly projectile hurtling towards him. With split-second precision, he maneuvered the aircraft, narrowly dodging the incoming threat by mere inches.

The air crackled with tension as Seth regained control, his pulse pounding in his ears. He glanced over his shoulder, spotting the missile streaking past, its deadly intent clear.

But there was no time to dwell on the near miss. Seth's focus snapped back to the task at hand—the target below, a submarine poised to submerge, its deadly cargo of nuclear weapons ready to unleash devastation, wiping an entire city off the map.

Missile's followed one after the other, as Seth kept evading them by a close margin, letting the continue into the distance, there was no room for error, one mistake and he was dead. As Seth closed in on the target, his eyes narrowed with determination. He had to act fast before the submarine disappeared beneath the waves and out of reach.

With a steady hand, he guided the aircraft lower, the roar of the engines drowning out the pounding of his heart. The submarine loomed larger now, its sleek silhouette a stark reminder of the danger it posed.

With a deep breath, Seth armed the Hellfire missile, his hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he lined up the shot. With unwavering resolve, he squeezed the trigger, unleashing the missile with deadly precision. The Hellfire streaked through the air, closing the distance with lightning speed.

For a heart-stopping moment, time seemed to stand still as the missile homed in on its target. And then, with a deafening roar, the submarine erupted in a blinding explosion, its hull torn apart by the force of the impact.

A wave of relief washed over Seth as he watched the destruction unfold below. The threat had been neutralized, and countless lives had been saved thanks to his quick thinking and unwavering determination.

Only the sudden sound of alarms awoke him from his thoughts, but it wasn't fast enough. A strong rattling followed as the missile hit the plane's left wing from the back, sending shockwaves reverberating through the aircraft as it stated spinning in the air.

Instinct took over as Seth fought to maintain control, his hands moving with practiced precision as he struggled to stabilize the plane. Warning lights blazed on the dashboard, their urgent glow a grim reminder of the danger they faced.

Gritting his teeth against the pain in his injured arm, leg and back, Seth did his best to ignore it as he wrestled with the controls, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts at once. The plane shuddered and groaned under the strain, but he refused to give up.

Seth refused to be beaten. With a fierce determination burning in his chest, he waited for the perfect timing as the plane span during its descent and when the plane's cockpit was finally horizontal to the ground, he made his move.

With a quick flick of his hand, Seth activated the ejection mechanism, feeling the powerful force of the seat catapulting him out of the failing aircraft. The rush of wind whipped past him as he hurtled through the sky, the roar of the engines fading into the distance.

As his parachute deployed with a reassuring whoosh, Seth breathed a sigh of relief. He may have lost his plane, but he had saved his life, and looking at the falling ball of flames strike into the water with incredible speed, he finally closed his eyes, fainting from his injuries.

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