TERRA EMPIRE: ON THE EVE OF WORLD WAR

EPISODE 57: TRAMP COUNTERATTACK

Howard Tramp put his job aside when the man he was waiting for walked into his room. The man met him with his usual suit, a full wool suit with a checkered motif and a dark bow tie. What Tramp dislikes from this man is just his hair oil, the smell is too hard and it hurts his sensitive nose. Ever since he stepped in, the President had to hold off on sneezing a few times.

“Mr. President..” rebukes the man with a stiff face and a formal attitude.

“Please sit, Mike.”

The middle-aged man nodded then took a seat before the Tramp desk after handing over the documents he had brought. Tramp received the document in the map with a bright red ‘RAHASIA’ stamp and read it. His forehead creased a few times before he finally sighed, looking at Mike Hoffner with a tired face.

“Do the CIA dare guarantee this valid information?”

“According to your conjecture, Mr. Tramp,” says Mike.

“So what do you think, Mike?”

“By performing on a live talk show last week you have shown that you cannot be threatened..America cannot be threatened.but my agents in the field indicate that this will continue.”.

“That I know! That jerk Shah of Iran will still be curious if I'm not dead,” Howard Tramp said.

“Really! Because there are two purposes of their retaliation.return the destruction of the fortress Abadan – which they have obtained with the destruction of our fortress in Tehran – and avenge the death of General Sulaimandi, who was killed, the important American figure who initiated it must die.”

“You say it as if I decided the death order,” Tramp said with a slack. “Don't forget, you told me that this person is dangerous for US.”

“Not only the US but also the world. Sulaim brainwashed behind the genocide of the people in El-Mabarawi so that ISIS could enter and entrenched in Syria, he controlled a network of militias named ‘FightersJannah’, he said, and if the Shah of Iran holds it, then you can imagine the mess of the Middle East with all the Iranian army under his control. You yourself have almost felt the impact with the attack on Machina Factory, right?”

“Yeah, I thought it was just ******* that likes to mess with hostage ways to ask for ransom,” Tramp laughs. “I didn't think they were Shah's men!”

“My people in the field have confirmed that, immigration data also confirms that Amir Bin Khalif, Mohmoudo Al-Azzri, Salim Bin Noordin, Hanafi Assalam Bisma, and others, and others logged in from SFO before meeting at Laguna hotel in San Bruno.”

“Fortunately the public is not aware of this issue. Or do they need to know?”

“There is no point in also informing the people that ******it's an Iranian complaint. I think the current state of affairs is the best,” Mike Hoffner responded. “The question is what should we do, sir?”

“I'm not sure the Iranian people have any intention to raise money like that. I'm sure someone started the provocation until it rolled into a snowball. And I believe the Shah of Iran is behind this…therefore I want to teach him a hard lesson so as not to mess with the symbol of a big country like the United States.”

“How hard do you mean?” Mike frowned.

“One deadly attack on the heart of Iran's defense to end this drama.”

“You mean kill the Shah of Iran? And how do you do it?”

“In the same way as we end Sulaimandi.” history

“Navy Power is already looking forward to this from you.”

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A thousand miles from the Persian Gulf, at some point in the waters of the Indian Ocean, the aircraft carrier USS Jameson gets a telegram from the Pentagon, a special order coming directly from Uncle Sam Number One, and that was to release Speedy Gonzales' drone to the King's Palace in Tehran.

“It's time,” one of the sailors on duty in front of the controller monitor commented.

It didn't take long for the officers at Jameson to make preparations. Half an hour later, the four in charge of controlling the killing drones were on standby at their respective control devices, awaiting orders from the ship's commander who was also already in the control room.

“Prepare yourself crew!” the voice of the commander broke the tension in the room. Although they have done this and also experienced high success in every mission, there is always tension when starting. “Our mission is to destroy the Shah Palace of Iran in the central region of Tehran. The place is crowded, noisy, and too much of a fuss when we get caught. Therefore, let's do it as quickly as possible and as calmly as possible. Let the abandoned results speak after Speedy Gonzales returns to this ship. Pilot and navigator ready..”.

“Monitor and controller of the missile are ready..”.

“Yes, sir!” followed by the other two crew.

“Launch in my count...five..four...three...two....” windows in the bow section of the ship open and the engine that is the locking runway of the drone goes up with a buzzing. The drone itself trembled, as if impatiently about to escape like a racehorse about to hit its race track as fast as lightning. “...ONE...”

In less than five seconds, the killer drone named Speedy Gonzales slipped off its runway and shot into the air…

***

Clementine Cointa looked at the painting before her carefully, while the man who was the object of her painting sat on the chair in a still and quiet position, not bothered by the slow running time or the dull buzzing of the air conditioner that goes off constantly because that's why she gets paid as a professional model.

The woman was just about to add three more types of mixed colors to reinforce some parts that felt important when the buzz of Auris disturbed her attention. Not only the drone, the communication tool also gives it an SOS signal as a standby sign one. He used Auris to be pinned in the ear and activated. From the hologram screen appeared the face of the middle-aged man with a crew-cut haircut.

“Heil Terra! Alert Code One, Prefect Cointa!”

“Heil Terra! What's wrong, Sergeant Salinas?”

The model noticed a change in aura on Clementine Cointa's face and asked, “Do we need to put an end to this?”

“Hold in your place. It won't be long..” ban the woman and then listen back.

“The underwater pyramid radar caught the signal USS Jameson just took off the drone. Target point Tehran.”

“Sial, that jerk is after the Shah of Iran!” Clementine Cointa said in a high tone. "How long until the drone gets to Tehran?”

“Ten minutes.”

“What do we have in that radius?”

“Pyramid Persian XC-12 and Pyramid Persian KM-28, but no one was able to reach the drone before ten minutes. The time is too narrow,” Captain Salinas replied from the Auris connection.

“Give me access to Atlan-4.”

“But, ma’am.”.

“Give me immediate access, Sergeant. Don't talk much.”

“Siap, ma’am.”.

A series of numbers appeared and lined up quickly on the Auris Clementine Cointa screen. As soon as it sounded, click, the Prefect knew he was connected to the Atlan-4 satellite. He has become a full controller. The woman muttered, “Time to work..”

Seeing that his client had been distracted from the initial busy painting, the model asked again, “Do not I..”.

“Shut up at your place, young man! Wait a minute until I clear up this damn thing and I'll be right back to you.”.

“Alright..” The young man did not dare to intrude, watching in awe as Cointa's Auris conjured up a hologram image. “What the fuck is that?”

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