Santri Famiglia's

Assistance

The army commander invited Damiyan to sit in the cabin seat. Wallsky Blueluck.

"Sorry, we can only bring this L50. Our best plane—Albatros was just stolen by an amateur and destroyed in the waters off Osaka." Wallsky smiled, a little pleasantry.

"That's no problem. Mr Blueluck, how long does it take for this plane to reach mainland China?"

"Wait a minute!" Wallsky pressed a button on the wall of the plane, then pulled something out of it.

It's a flat object. He entered the coordinate point. There, there is the speed of the aircraft and the distance of the port of Nagoya to China. After pressing the button is complete, the calculation results appear.

"With a speed of five thousand kilometers per hour, roughly we'll need an hour less a little. Thirty-five minutes, thirty-five seconds, two Milli seconds."

The revelation was quite a relief for Damiyan, as well as a surprise. Very short time compared to sailing with a ship.

"So, are we going to fly to China now?" wallsky confirms the purpose.

He did hear orders from the center to save someone. However, for his exact description, he had to meet someone in Nagoya, and the person in question was Damiyan.

Damiyan. He had already done a rough calculation before going to bed. The distance from Nagoya to China ranges from two thousand nine hundred and forty-six kilometers.

While the speed of the cargo ship Meiwa Spirit was between sixty to seventy knots or about one hundred and eleven to one hundred and twenty-nine commas sixty-four kilometers per hour. With such speed, it would take twenty more hours to reach the opposite island.

"We left two hours before the ship arrived."

"About, when is that?" Wallsky raised his head, waiting for Damiyan's reply.

Damiyan raised her hand. He watched the clock stop. Now, it's still half nine.

"Maybe around eleven o'clock tonight."

"Why not now?"

"The ship will sail twenty more hours. Since there is a cold war in China, we should not stay there too long. I don't want to trigger another unnecessary conflict."

"That makes sense. Other countries might think the United States is allied with China if we see our fighter jets parked there in these conditions. Perhaps, we too were dragged into the war." Wallsky.

For a moment there was silence between them. The two seemed to have no other chatter material, until Wallsky finally remembered something.

"Wait a minute! I'll tell the pilot to call the Chinese airport now. I'll be right back." Wallsky left his chair.

The tablet is still left on the portable table. The screen is still on, showing the results of calculations and world maps. Damiyan's eyes were fixed on the two largest countries in the world. The two countries are directly adjacent to each other.

"Stupid me! Why can't you forget this? I should have called home." Damiyan patted his own eel.

He grinned, feeling silly. Perhaps, he did not remember that Russia was in the North of China, directly adjacent to Mongolia and Korea.

Damiyan comforts his seat. He contacted the car rental company, ending his tenure that very day. Throughout the day, he monitored Sanubari's condition.

Until finally, the evening arrived. Jet takeoff on schedule. Damiyan stared out, looking at the points of light similar to a land star.

Headset stuck in his ear. It was almost midnight, but it still sounded conversant from across. Five minutes after take-off, a spontaneous thunderous noise shocked Damiyan and abruptly pulled the object out of her ear.

He flew the Mosan, making the little mosquito follow the walking Fukai. His eyes grew wide as he watched the fire at the end of the hall.

"It's really bad!"

Damiyan activates split screen mode. One panned Sanubari's hair because the mosquito had been returned to its original place. The other one displays the Sanubari coordinate point.

The man ran towards the cockpit. The thunderous noise earlier must have caused damage that was not light. Damiyan could not relax.

When Damiyan got behind the cockpit, Wallsky rebuked him, "What's wrong? It seems so rushed."

"Mr Blueluck, we need to head to this location!"

Damiyan showed his phone screen, pointing a red dot on a global map. Wallsky. Judging from its position, it was like being around the South China Sea.

"Middle of the sea?" Wallsky walked over to Damiyan.

"The person we need to save is there."

"Are we not going to wait for him in China?" Wallsky raised his eyebrows, wondering what caused Damiyan to change his mind in an impromptu manner.

"Not anymore." Damiyan shook his head, "Kapalnha is burning."

"All right! Give your cell phone to the co-pilot, let him connect to the plane navigation!" Wallsky is panicking.

This is a crucial mission. He was told not to fail. Success will bring great bonuses, while failure will deliver it at the end of career. He doesn't want to lose his job.

They're heading for the cockpit. Damiyan explained the situation briefly. When the phone is removed from the headset, screams and explosions are heard.

"What's that sound?" Wallsky was curious, "Are you watching an action movie?"

"That's real-time footage of the ship that the man we were on board had to save. I don't know what triggered those blasts, causing the fires."

"I hope we're not late."

"Is there a fire extinguisher?" ask Damiyan while the co-pilot synchronizes the data.

"We have coats, gloves, boots, and anti-fire head protectors. There is BCF, but the number is limited. I don't think it's gonna be enough if the fire is big." Wallsky looked worried.

Just hearing the rumbling from Damiyan's phone, Wallsky was pounding. In his head, swirling wild predictions. It would be difficult to get out if the entire frame of the ship caught fire.

"Evergreen, call the nearest base! We need marine firemen's help!" Wallsky half yelled.

"Ready, Sir!"

The copilot turned on the communications radio. Almost simultaneously, the data is synchronized. He returns the phone to Damiyan, then turns to a digital book.

The plane slightly turned the bow. Because, their path deviates from the new coordinate point set.

Suddenly, Damiyan suggested, "Call the Russian airbase only!"

"How, Sir?" Evergreen seeks approval from WZallsky.

"Do it!"

"Give me the communication tools! I'll talk to them directly" Damiyan said.

The copilot agreed to Damian's request with Wallsky's permission. He immediately contacted the intended party.

Seconds continued to pass, but the anxiety that hugged them was not willing to pass. In the cabin that was not how cold it was, they were sweating.

Not long after, a very polite greeting sounded. The communication efforts they made were welcomed. Damiyan opened his mouth.

"This is Damiyan Iziaslavic Vladimirov."

The repeated mention of the sacred name instantly stole the attention of the base operator of the air army base. He also looked carefully. For a moment, he was stunned, doubting what he heard.

Due to a moment of silence, Damiyan again said, "Once again I repeat, this is a call from Damiyan Iziaslavic Vladimirov. I need emergency help!"