VOLUME 12 Chapter 1

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B-52H Stratobombers take off from Airbase Shadilay, the massive long range Cold War bombers heading off into the foreign clouds. Inside the Main Admin Office of the base, an Officer from the Men of the Woods looks outside his window as the planes take off.

With a straight back stature and a grin to his face, he watches as the large parking lots meant to house the always ready bombers empty one by one.

"Sir, Operation Castle in the High is all-go. Exercises on dropping Mana Nukes on hordes of Demons when the Reset occurs will commence when all bombers are in the air and have reached their altitude."

"Alright. Sound off to Iron Mountain, have them know it will be thirty five bombers. Not thirty seven as initially planned."

"Yes sir. And Ripper?"

"I'll go talk to him about it. He is regarded a lot, so I hope I'll learn something from such a man as things finally kick off in the training scenario."

"Yes sir."

The low ranking officer exited his office as the man wearing the blue air force uniform of the Men of the Woods walked towards the back of the building where charts and computers were in a large room. The men there check the flight paths as an order comes through in a printer. Prompting him to take it.

>IRNM - UNIFIED STRATEGIC AIR COMMAND

>ORDERS SENT, 3-5 BOMBERS AIRBORNE FOR EXERCISE. UN COUNCIL HOPES YOU A GOOD OPERATION, MAY YOU ALL LEARN WELL. THANK YOU, KINDLY.

He smiles seeing it. Combing his oily swept back hair as he walks off to the maps on a huge board. The bombers all planned to be situated to be a mere hour away from the heart of the four continents, with the fifth one, Angea only given a Naval shield full of Cruise Missiles.

"Theo, tell the Heavy Lift Wing to come here now. The planes have taken off."

"Yes sir."

"How many planes was it again?"

"Uhhhh..." the soldier in Urban Multicam camouflage walks to a desk and shuffles through some paper. "Two Super Galaxies sir. It's an order from General Jackson, it will be part of some sort of technology exchange program between the Players and the Vampires."

"Ah... I've heard of that name, yes. He is the one in command of Bahamut and the Native Vampires, correct?"

"Yes sir. That's him. The planes are sent here under the order of your Guilds Senators, looks like you bought some trains from us, sir."

"Five stars... guess he has a lot to think about with that much on his shoulders. Okay then, take care of everything here. I'll be with Ripper."

"Sir, yes sir!"

He exits out the room and heads to the East wing of the building. Smiling at the cute secretary of the commander of the entire wing. "Darling, is the General in?"

"Yes sir Colonel, please walk in."

"Thank you."

Heading inside, he is met with Ripper, drinking from a glass of water as he skims through some piles of folders on his desk. Not even caring in looking up to the Men of the Woods Officer that has entered the premises.

"General, I hope you may be able to tell us exactly how our Bomber Wings will perform. I've heard from your men that before you went... Coo-Coo, you served in the Third World War in a Bomber wing."

"I did... and?"

"Well... I just thought you may be able to-"

"How about we quit the jackshitting? I know the UN is picking up every Vet they could, Jackson, Me, Henry, Maltese, and just everyone who has experience in the War to serve as your Generals."

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