Taste of Sky (EL Girls Series #1)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I am a born fighter. Lumalaban na ako simula nang una kong mamulatan ang mundong ito. At hanggang ngayon ay patuloy akong lumalaban sa aking sariling paniniwala.

I was a miracle baby, hindi na inaasahan ng mga doctor noon na matagumpay akong mailalabas ng aking ina dahil sa isang komplikasyon pero mukhang hindi lamang dito matatapos ang buhay ko.

May mga bagay siguro akong kailangan idagdag sa mundong ito. May mga bagay akong dapat gawin at mga bagay na kailangang mapagtagumpayan.

At hindi ako nagsisising ang paglipad ang pinili ko para muling magpatuloy sa aking buhay.

I am a fighter of land, I am a fighter of my own principle, I am fighter of my own beliefs and most of all I am the toughest fighter of air.

Hindi pa ipinapanganak ang taong puputol sa aking mga pakpak.

Not even these terrorist.

With a high altitude, I made my jet fighter fly. Away from the mainbase, away from the people. I need to keep a good distance away from them, and the moment this Jet Fighter 87 went out to fly, I bowed that no aircrafts will ever approach the mainbase.

Yeah, I will crash them down in my own ways.

Air is my territory and you are messing up with the wrong pilot.

Not Flight Lieutenant Monzanto, not me babe.

I checked the blinking radar again, it's confirmed. There are four aircrafts approaching. But with my naked eyes, I can only see two. Their pace went slow, I knew that they have already recognized me. But that didn't give me any signal to lower my speed.

Sasalubungin ko sila, walang makakalampas.

As I fly with my tactics on, I noticed that these damn terrorist are now hiding behind clouds. Pity on them, maybe I have this second hand jet plane but that doesn't give them a damn benefit.

Aircrafts capability is not all about its functions, but the hands and power of its pilot.

And this pilot, never loved hide and seek. Radars can give me their exact locations, but it can't predict enemy's next movement. In the end, it is always the pilot's instinct and it's the pilot's calculation.

Seeing all the controls lead me to recognize the kind of plane that I am flying with. This plane is another masterpiece manufactured by Douglas Beurling, US great plane manufacturer and one of the world's honored names in the world of aviation.

I was still a student when I met him personally, their planes are too high that I can't even imagine that I will be given a chance to fly with one, but I guess my wish has granted in a tough situation.

The enemies are now scattered and no one from them can dared to come out from the clouds. Not that they scared, but I knew they had their own tactics.

Battlefield in the air is the most complicated war field of all, since the air can be a traitor.

"You are being surrounded Lieutenant, they might have identified you as the pilot. They are damn planning to trap you and burn you at the same time." Hindi na ako nagulat nang marinig ko ang boses ni Commander Armstrong.

"Yeah," I answered him.

"This is Myanmar's control room! Foreigns are not allowed inside!" Pakinig ko ang pagtatalo sa kabilang linya.

"I need to guide her, she needs another pilot to eye her! Can you identify the types of plane of these damn terrorist?!"

Walang nakasagot kay Commander Armstrong.