RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 49 NEW PILOT B2

NEW PILOT B2

THE SAYAN MOUNTAINS, RUSSIA. AT 00:00

Contrasted with its dark and desolate surface state, deep beneath this mountain range was an incredible rush. As the termite army continues to move all the time, thousands of members of the Mongolian Liberation Army continue to prepare themselves to support the February 14, 2020 movement. They moved together, shoulder to shoulder in order to achieve the dream that their leader, Xialuai Khan, sowed.

The commanders of the infantry troops were busy preparing the logistics of the troops, while the cavalry troops were two, the horsemen and the Tank troops. In the other corner, a company of bare-chested soldiers were busy practicing martial arts, their strong hands capable of splitting five stacks of adobe into two halves, their powerful foot kicks are capable of crushing piles of bricks arranged like a limas.

“Heyaa! Prak! Heyaa! Bruk!”

In the other room, a distant space hidden beneath the building, was the large room of the Black Rose Army Combat Battalion. Seven hundred giant-bodied troops sat lined up in one glass room. Behind them was a small tube containing a liquid-shaped Black Rose potion. Little by little the herb was injected together into their bodies with robotic equipment. Every time the syringe pierced the skin, they would growl together while closing their eyes.

“Hrrgghh!”

Like a cold air flowing through their blood vessels, their energy multiplies. Their bodies will grow bigger too. The average height of these troops was two meters, muscular arms, chest fields and canine teeth coming out of their lips. The nails of the fingers and toes also grew as strong as steel iron. This is the core of the Mongolian Liberation Army force led by general Xialuai Khan.

Captain Vladimir Kasparov and Lt. Viktor Rumanov had just completed a briefing for prospective fighter pilots. Most pilots are still very novice, they are just used to being single-engine plane pilots. Being a fighter pilot requires certain skills and above average intelligence.

“Ah. It's hard to shape them into fighter pilots. English alone is a lot of trouble,” said Viktor while laughing crazily.

“Iya Kapt, many are not familiar with the devices in the technology of this super advanced aircraft,” Viktor said while looking at the B2 stealth bomber.

Suddenly a car entered the hangar at high speed. The brakes suddenly screeched before manoeuvring in a circle and stopping right in front of Captain Vladimir Gasparov and Lieutenant Viktor Rumanov.

“Ciciieet..!! …Ciieet...!!”

Smoke and dust billowed over the luxury sports car. After the smoke subsided, it appeared. The Ferrari F430 is bright red, very elegant. Vladimir and Viktor looked at each other, wondering who was behind the wheel of the car. Door opens. Colonel Jzadi Kurk, Commander of the Mongolian Rebel Army Air Force.

“Goodnight Colonel,” greet the two pilots from Russia.

“Goodnight Vladimir, Viktor,” sahut Kolonnel Jzadi.

The Ferrari car door opened. A tall, slender, cute-looking young man, wearing a long-sleeved black t-shirt, sunglasses, and wearing a black mask covered his mouth and cute face.

“Include a new pilot from Indonesia, Captain Rich Pranaja.,”.

Pranaja had commando greetings with the two Russian pilots.

“That's great your car brow. Indonesian Army can buy Ferari?”

Vladimir and Viktor looked at the body of the car while amazed.

“It just so happens to bring Ferari, usually he likes to bring Aston Martin, or Mercedes AMG GT 63 S latest series,” Pranaja into songong.

In his heart he laughed. Ferari is the incarnation of Shield, which can imitate any car in the world.

“You army what businessman?” ask Viktor.

Pranaja smile. Then look at the Colonel.

“Can I see my plane, Mister Kurk?”

“Of course! Come tagged!” colonel Jzadi Kurk said.

They leave Vladimir and Viktor still curious about the arrival of Pranaja. What a rich soldier he is!

***

Pranaja got into the cockpit of a B2 stealth bomber. The Northrop Grumman B-2 Spirit fighter is a stealth fighter used for bombing. Aircraft made from thermoplastic materials are officially used by the United States Air Force. With non-metallic materials, making the fuselage can not be detected by enemy radar.

Pranaja pressed the on button. There was a buzzing sound, then the plane began to float lightly in the air. Suddenly the plane lit up, there was a deafening rumbling sound. A moment later, the plane shot off leaving the hangar, heading for open space beyond the ground level. Although not as fast as fighter aircraft in general, but the advantages of B2 is able to penetrate air defense shield or sophisticated radar. Then with high precision dropped bombs on vital objects belonging to the enemy.

The B2 maneuvered in mid-air, activated its anti-radar system, and then infiltrated the hangar. Some of the guards present at the place were shocked by the appearance of the stealth aircraft before their eyes. Except Colonel Jzadi who looks smiling happy to see the Pranaja maneuver.

“Good Colonel, the anti-radar system is still working fine,” Pranaja said as he pointed his thumb from behind the cockpit of the plane.

“It also proves that you are indeed a professional pilot Captain, it is not wrong that we recruited you to be part of the Mongolian Liberation Army air force,” said the Colonel with a satisfied smile.

Pranaja got off the cockpit. Then walk to the cafe in the corner of the hangar. There seemed to be a blonde woman sitting alone waiting for a drink to come. Vladimir and Viktor approach the girl, and invite her to meet.

“Hi, Girl, what’s your name?”

“I am Miracle.”

“Yes. Your face is truly magical. I just fell in love as soon as I saw you,” Vladimir's tease.

“Hehehe. Miracle is really pretty. Maybe we can walk together tonight?”

Miracle smile. He looked at the faces of the two Russian pilots. I don't know why Vladimir suddenly got mad at Viktor.

“Be polite Viktor. She is a respectable girl, not a cheap girl like you used to meet on the streets!” vladimir's Benthic.

Viktor gasped in shock, then returned Vladimir's gaze.

“Hai, cool brother. What happened with you. This girl is not yours, is she? We found it both,” Viktor said.

Then the situation gets heated up. Miracle immediately walked away leaving the two Russian pilots still fussing about him. In fact, they had to fight before some cafe visitors who were mostly expatriates and foreign mercenaries separated them.

In the corner of the room, Pranaja smiled to himself. Miracle has taken control of Vladimir's mind and considers Viktor a rival in taking the new girl. Hehehe..Miracle...thumb!