My Professor is a Bastard

Chapter 27: Baffled

October 13, 2134

3rd person's PoV

Last night. I received a call from my boss. She's a woman.

I reported directly to her. There was still no progress in my mission. I still didn't get close with Stella nor Brent.

''I want a progress as early as possible. I want them home.''

She said she escaped. From where?

But that thing is not my business anymore.

Another day for the mission. This is so tiring.

Professor Aaron's PoV

Currently teaching the class 1-A about bombs. And I keep on glancing to Yura. Guess he heard it that day.

That is just the warning. If he still chase me, I'll tell Caspian about it.

''A bomber is a military combat aircraft designed to attack ground and naval targets by dropping air-to-ground weaponry such as bombs, launching torpedoes, or deploying air-launched cruise missiles. The first use of bombs dropped from an aircraft occurred in the Italo-Turkish War, with the first major deployments coming in the First World War and Second World War by all major airforces causing devastating damage to cities, towns, and rural areas. The first purpose built...''

Oh. We just locked eyes.

''bombers were the Italian Caproni Ca 30 and British Bristol T.B.8, both of 1913. Some bombers were decorated with nose art or victory markings. There are two major classifications of bomber: strategic and tactical. Strategic bombing is done by heavy bombers primarily designed for long-range bombing missions against strategic targets to diminish the enemy's ability to wage war by limiting access to resources through crippling infrastructure or reducing industrial output. Tactical bombing is aimed at countering enemy military activity and in supporting offensive operations, and is typically assigned to smaller aircraft operating at shorter ranges, typically near the troops on the ground or against enemy shipping...''

I heard from Glenn the story. Stella is looking fine by me. But Glenn is still worried. Nothing changed in her. She is still the active student my dear Caspian is friends with.

''During World War Two with engine power as a major limitation, combined with the desire for accuracy and other operational factors, bomber designs tended to be tailored to specific roles. Early in the Cold War however, bombers were the only means of carrying nuclear weapons to enemy targets, and held the role of deterrence. With the advent of guided air-to-air missiles, bombers needed to avoid interception. High-speed and high-altitude flying became a means of evading detection and attack. With the advent of an intercontinental exocet missile the role of the bomber was brought to a more tactical focus in close air support roles, and a focus on stealth technology for strategic bombers.''

In my class, I don't have bombers so I didn't teach it to them.

Glenn said that he had a student that wants to be the first year bomber.

''Strategic bombing is done by heavy bombers primarily designed for long-range bombing missions against strategic targets such as supply bases, bridges, factories, shipyards, and cities themselves, to diminish the enemy's ability to wage war by limiting access to resources through crippling infrastructure or reducing indu...Wonder who it is?''

Shoot.

''What, sir?'' Its Xian Woo Cian, I believed.

''Nothing. Just curious of who's the student Glenn said that is interested in bombing...''

''That's me sir.'' He answered.

''Then, listen carefully.''

It would be so nice just to teach him directly. No need for this lessons. But all the driving students need to pass an exam for driving. And here I am teaching the whole class.

''...Tactical bombing, aimed at countering enemy military activity and in supporting offensive operations, is typically assigned to smaller aircraft operating at shorter ranges, typically near the troops on the ground or against enemy shipping. This role is filled by tactical bomber class, which crosses and blurs with various other aircraft categories: light bombers, medium bombers, dive bombers, interdictors, fighter-bombers, attack aircraft, multirole combat aircraft, and others. You need to be big-brained if you want to do this Tactical Bombing.''

I want an Iced Coffee.

''Strategic Bombing. You still need to be big-brained in this situations. Bombing raids and interdiction operations were mainly carried out by French and British forces during the War as the German air arm was forced to concentrate its resources on a defensive strategy. Notably, bombing campaigns formed a part of the British offensive at the Battle of Neuve Chapelle in 1915, with Royal Flying Corps squadrons attacking German railway stations in an attempt to hinder the logistical supply of the German army.....''

''....other aircraft although most were fitted with defensive weapons. World War II saw the beginning of the widespread use of high speed bombers which dispensed with defensive weapons to be able to attain higher speed, such as with the de Havilland Mosquito, a philosophy that continued with....''

This is making my head spin.

The de Havilland DH.98 Mosquito is a British twin-engined, shoulder-winged multirole combat aircraft, introduced during the Second World War. I used the most advanced design of this thing when I was in the army. It was a great experience.

''There are Seven Types of Bomber. DIVE BOMBER – specially strengthened for vertical diving attacks for greater accuracy, LIGHT BOMBER, MEDIUM BOMBER AND HEAVY BOMBER– subjective definitions based on size, TORPEDO BOMBER – specialized aircraft armed with torpedoes, GROUND ATTACK AIRCRAFT – aircraft used against targets on battlefield such as troop or tank concentrations, NIGHT BOMBER – specially equipped to operate at night when opposing defences are limited, MARITIME BOMBER – long range bombers that were used against enemy shipping, particularly submarines, FIGHTER-BOMBER – a modified fighter aircraft used as a light bomber. Now, Xian Woo Cian, what bomber are you interested? Answer.''

''The Ground Attack Aircraft, sir.''

''Nice choice.'' I was once a ground attack aircraft bomber in Senior Military School.

'' Designs such as the English Electric Canberra could fly faster or higher than contemporary fighters. When surface-to-air missiles became capable of hitting high-flying bombers, bombers were flown at low altitudes to evade radar detection and interception. Once 'stand off' nuclear weapon designs were developed, bombers did not need to pass over the target to make an attack; they could fire and turn away to escape the blast. Nuclear strike aircraft were generally finished in bare metal or anti-flash white to minimize absorption of thermal radiation from the flash of a nuclear explosion. The need to drop conventional bombs remained in conflicts with non-nuclear powers, such as the Vietnam War or Malayan Emergency. My greatest grandfather was part of the Cold War. His award was kept in our house's history room.''

My Greatest Grandpa, Rick. Thank you for being a wonderful example to my students.

''Sir, where does the word bomb came from?'' Rheanell asked.

''The word comes from the Latin bombus, which in turn comes from the Greek word βόμβος romanized bombos, an onomatopoetic term meaning 'booming', 'buzzing'. And you didn't ask permission to ask, Rheanelle.''

''Sorry, sir.''

''Let's continue. At present, the United Kingdom of America and Axillian Republic are involved in developing stealth replacements for their legacy bomber fleets, the United Kingdom Of America Forces with the stealth Northrop Grumman B-21 and the Axillian Republic Air Force with the PAK DA. As well as China's expansion with Xian H-20. As of 2121, the bomber is expected to enter service by 2135-2138...''

Gallilea's PoV Wednesday

April 21st of 2123--

''I see. Now they a third child. A five years of age girl, Stella Fleandear.'' I said.

''Yes, Madam Galilie.'' Galilie. My nickname. What a dumb thinking.

''You may go now. Before you forget, tell the maids I need a Iced Coffee. The black one. And continue your duty.'' I gaze at the Fleandear mansion from my steamed window.

''Why is it raining so hard. It's summer.'' I'm still gazing at the mansion. Lights were still on

*KNOCK

*KNOCK

So loud.

I opened the door.

''Shut up. If your gonna knock like that my door will be broken.''

Oh. Its my dad.

''What is it, Papa?''

''I saw this prescriptions today. Why do you need it?'' Papa was holding the the prescription my psychologist gave.

''T-That's nothing, Papa.''

''Don't toy with me, Gallilea. I already asked the best psychologist in this country about this thing!''

That was the first time Papa shouted to me.

''P-papa...I--'m scared...''

''Honey! What are you doin to Galillea!'' My mom shouted from afar.

''This daughter of yours was prescripted with anti-depressants and mood stabilizers. Do you know that, huh?''

''Danillo!'' My grandma stopped my father.

''Mama! This spoiled daughter of yours has Intermittent Explosive Disorder. She will kill half of the people in this household before you take action. Remember when she killed Bruno and Lea.''

Our dogs? I killed our dogs?

Both my mom and grandma just looked at me with pity.

I don't need your pity.

''This daughter of yours, Steryella, need a medication. She need a rehab. Done. No more etcetera.'' Father then walk out.

I followed him with stabbing gaze.

''Galillea!'' my mom slaps me.

I was shook.

Mom, with widened eyes, shake her head with disbelief.

What did I do? What I have done?

I ran to my room. Shut the door behind me aggressively.

I can feel the madness flowing in my veins. I looked at my face in the mirror. My sweat running from my head to my neck. I saw this face that is new in my eyes.

She had this creepy grin, with teeth out. Her eyes wide open that its veins are red and tears were flowing out of it. Her hair is a mess. Some strands on her face, damp with sweat. The woman in the mirror, facing me, is holding here left hand. Burying her nails in it until blood comes out.

*knock *knock *knock

The sound seems so far away. Who would imagine that it was just a few meters away from me.

*knock *knock ''Ms. Galilie?'' *knock *knock

''Ms. Galillea! Ms. Galillea.!'' My name drifted my sight from the mirror to the door.

I look back at the mirror. The woman was gone. My reflection is there. My hair in a mess. My left hand left with wounds and a stray of blood.

''What happened to me?''

I opened the door.

''Ms. Viola?'' my secretary.

''What happened to you, Ms. Galillea?'' She was shook.

''I don't know.'' I looked at the hallway. It was empty.

''Come inside.''

She entered. Something bad will definitely happen tonight. I sat in the floor. Crouching.

''I have received information from the spy in the Fleandear mansion.''

Fleandear.

''What is it?'' I curiously asked. Please be a good thing.

''The head of the Fleandear mansion will be gone for two months on May 2, 2123. Mr. Arthur Fleandear will take care at their business in UKA. What is the plan, Ms. Galillea?''

What will I do? I have two options. I'll seduce Arthur at the UKA or I'll hurt his family.

Hurt his family... Hurt his family... A voice keep saying in my head.

''...his family...hurt....his...family...'' I murmured

''What is it, Ms. Galillea?'' I look up to her. Her face turned into something interesting.

I stand up. I slowly walk into her.

''Ms. Galillea?'' I jumped into her, choking her as she fell down. *thud* She keeps grabbing my hand.

''Ms. Galillea! Ms...*cough *cough...Ga...Galillea...''

I just giggled. The thunderstorm will cover her screaming!

''Ms...Ga-Gali...Galillea!~''she start to fight back. Her feets wiggling below.

''HAHAHAAHAHAH! HURT! WAS A FANTASTIC WORD! It makes my blood pump a billion times faster!'' I said.

''Ms...Gali...lie...'' she starts to show some weakness.

Her hands starts to slow down. Her hits are like soft taps. Then both of her hands fall to the floor. Her feet stopped wiggling.

her face turns to violet.

I stood up. Again. I saw the woman with the wrecked face.

''Hahahahah! That was your first out of three kills!'' the woman said.

''Three...Kills..'' i said. The woman in the mirror mimicked.

I look at Ms. Viola. She had no signs of life. I gaze at both my hands.

''HA...HAHA...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!'' My room was filled with my laughter.

''HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!''

When the clock hits 2 in the midnight, I hold Ms. Viola's feet. I secured the hallway to be empty. Then slid her body in the empty hallway, in the stairway to the ground floor and brought outside, in the pouring rain.

In the thunderstorm, I winched her body in the damp street until in the nearest cemetery. Once I entered, I grabbed a shovel in the guard house.

In the middle of the cemetery I dug a hole. Thunderstorm and lighting keep assisting me so that the sounds I make will not be heard.

I put Ms. Viola's body in the hole when I finished and covered it.

I walk out of the cemetery with a blank space.

In the middle of it, a car stopped in front of me.

''Your soaked. Come inside.'' a man opened the door. I entered the car.

''Your...your Galillea Reevish!'' he stopped the car as he realized who I was. I look at him closely.

''Zeke Fleandear? Son of Lilac Fleandear. Drive. I don't care who you are. I want to go back now.''

He just look at me and drove.

As we arrived, I rushed to my room. Zeke was gone when I look at my window.

I couldn't sleep that night.

The next morning, I got a fever. Friday came and Ms. Viola's body was discovered. Because of my dumbness and laziness, I didn't bury her deep enough. The rain made it worse. Her decomposing body leaked out a smell. No one suspected me nor my family. It was close and labeled killed by some gangsters. Except for my dad and brother, Harell.

All of my traces in her body were erased by the rain.

Guess they wondered how I get the fever. Not bad, Dad and Brother. But you lack evidence.

Zeke didn't show up either. I know he knows I am the murderer.

And I thank him for it.

Monday arrived and I received a letter.

It came from Zeke.

It says, 'Dear Galillea, my mother and aunt wants to meet you. I told them what happened. We also know you got anger issues with Arthur and his family. They want to create a plan to hurt them. If you are interested then come to the destination below this paper. If not then send a response.'

I like the idea.

Hehehe...

The two spots out of three will be Veronica and her son Arthure.