159 Main Base: Part 2 (1/2)

Monday, 24th of June 2021. -66.3385610, 21.5409845, Southern Ocean. 1300 Hours.

Three planes were flying in formation. The Blue Sea was the only thing around the horizon. If the weather wasn't clear, clouds would appear, replacing the blue ocean below them.

The contractors had flown across the South Pacific to the Southern Ocean. The contractors wanted to avoid the borders of any country. Meanwhile, inside the cabin of the C-5, the passengers were messing around.

”We have been flying for seven hours, is it going to take anymore longer?” Patrick called Nathan though the radio.

”Well, prepare another ten hours. Nathan out,” Nathan put the headset back to its place on that cockpit. Aiden switched the direction of the plane to 2-9-0. The plane started heading to the north direction.

Nathan went back to the cargo bay of the C-5 Galaxy. Eva held a clipboard on her hands. She walked around the cargo bay while marked some of the boxes on that paper. ”Six grenade machine guns, well, what else?”

Nathan walked around Eva. ”Excuse me.” Patrick walked to the back of the cargo bay which was mostly empty. Well, if not for the appearance of four people sitting down on the back of that cargo door.

”What games are we playing again?” Alex asked.

”Poker?” Victor said.

”I see.” Henry put his card on the floor of that cargo plane. A seven-hour flight in a military cargo plane was quite an experience. Julia groaned as she went downstairs. ”For fuck sake, for why are we flying on top of the southern ocean?” Julia asked Nathan.

”Because we don't have to fly on top of any high-intensity conflict zone,” Nathan answered. Julia went back upstairs. She went back for a sleep in the passenger compartment. Nathan looked at his PDA and looked at his current location.

[Southern Ocean]

The planes were located right on top of the ocean that was located north of Antarctica. Their main base aka the VLFS was located on the North Atlantic Ocean. It would take their plane another ten hours until they arrived at the main base.

”I'll go for a sleep.” Nathan walked upstairs to the passenger compartment where the others were sitting down. There was an empty seat right beside Laura.

She was looking at the ceiling of that cargo plane with a headphone on his ears. She was closing her eyes and produced a very loud snore. Nathan put his butt on the empty cushion located right beside of her.

Meanwhile, the fighter jet pilots experienced far worse than the passengers of the cargo plane. ”I swear my arse is sore,” Clara said.

”That's why you have to have a good cushion on the jet,” Patrick said.

Patrick pushed a button on the jet. It was the autopilot button. He changed the direction of the plane heading so it followed the C-5 from behind. Lynn and Clara were in front of the C-5 as a lead flight.

Patrick: ”Delta to Lima. What's the ETA?”

Patrick: ”I see.”

'Gosh, my arse.' Patrick's arse was sore as hell, and another ten hours of flight wasn't the thing that he wanted all along.

Monday, 24th of June 2021. 28.4076588, -40.7259076, North Atlantic Ocean. 2100 Hours.

The time had fooled them. They might only have traveled for twelve hours according to the clock, but they actually had traveled for seventeen hours straight. Lynn was looking at the doppler radar and Clara was looking at the screen of the F-15 since it was equipped with a Sniper targeting pod.

”Where is it? It should be somewhere,” Lynn said.

”Well, with this kind of rain, I'll be surprised if we're able to find the thing with thermal.” Rainwater was hitting the glass of the fighter jets. The rain created a small mist on the wings of every aircraft.