"This is bad. There's no response from Admiral Fletcher's side. What do we do now?" the man holding the communicator asked, his voice laced with panic.
The chances of surviving a fall from this altitude were practically zero. With their commander in peril, the men lost their resolve.
"What else can we do? We speed back to Country R. The higher-ups are waiting for our report, and we have to tell them what happened to Admiral Fletcher and the Major General," another man said, standing dejectedly to the side.
The cabin fell silent. The atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive. They had no idea what awaited them upon their return—perhaps even execution.
...
Two days later, news that the two Fletcher brothers' plane had crashed on its return journey reached the upper echelons of Veridia. While many were shocked, Mr. Reginald was utterly delighted.
"Haha, Mr. Ashworth, I have great news!" Mr. Reginald's voice preceded him as he walked in, his face beaming.
