CAPTAIN EMEKA: The Civil War

CHAPTER TWO

13th of May 1961

The clouded sky was a perfect camouflage for the raid, they hoovered just above the clouds all Thirty of them, awaiting the captains call.

Just below was the great city of Katanga in her almost desolate state, since the war had broken out, Katanga had lost most of their beautiful rocky sculptures. There was a saying that the rocky sculptures were their gods watching over them. Destroying the sculptures was crossing the Rubicon to them, the constant raids left most of the sculptures flat on the ground.

"Captain sir, we're on site ready to engage I repeat we're on site ready to engage over" Emeka the leader of the thirty man squad said into the radio

"We're waiting for our ground men to evacuate the vicinity... Do not engage I repeat do not engage". The captain from the headquarters called in.

A few minutes later, the captain called in again.

"engage..... open fire"

"Roger that sir"

Emeka and his men lunged in on the attack nescient of the danger lurking just below the clouds. As they moved down a little, ready to open fire on the city, unknown to them an already waiting Belgium troop opened fire on them.

" There are enemies on our six I repeat there are enemies on our six. Guard your six I repeat guard your six". Emeka barked out the orders and immediately swung into action.

With the Belgian soldiers in hot pursuit. He started, purely on impulse, twisting and turning in really tight places.

He maneuvered his jet to face the jets behind dodging most of the bullets, he steadied himself ready to shoot.

Through years of hard work, training and occasional battles, he had come to the realization that shaking off your enemies from your six, as they like to call it during training or on battlefield, and getting them to face you is the very beginning of your victory as a pilot, that is if you were a good pilot, and he was a really great pilot. He had gained so much respect from prominent names in the US army, quickly rising up the ranks, due to his hard work and fortitude as a soldier.

He pressed hard on the trigger and in less than a minute the enemies jets were up in flames crashing down to the ground.

"Take that..... Son of a bitch....... Damn they are more......." He said and clicked on the radio transponder

"We're under attack..... I repeat we're under attack.... It was a trap and we fell right into it literally..... Send back up..I repeat send back up." Still in the action he swiftly made his way to an open ground, he looked around and saw Dave, his right hand man. Dave was already in trouble, surrounded by a few jets . Emeka immediately set the two jets around Dave up in flames.

"Having trouble shaking these guys off already? you have got no balls man ...... No balls ". Emeka said with a little smirk on his face.

"Yeah show off, I'm gonna knock out more men than you, just watch". Dave said and just as the words left his mouth, a missile hit him head-on.

"Nooooo Dave..... Dave...... Dave do you copy..... Do you copy Dave.... Oh come on Dave don't get yourself killed man.... come on man.... Do you copy..... God damn it"

But there wasn't time enough for him to go and check on him. Four fighter jets were already behind shooting furiously at him. He dodged most of the flying bullets, but he was rocked by a few.

" There is no way I can face these guys head on." He maneuvered his way to the Rocky hills where he managed to take out one of the fighter jets with a one hit missile. The jet crashed into the sides of the hill, causing black smoke to engulf the jets behind him.

"Booyah..... One down three to go" He said as the remaining three jets emerged from the smoke.

He lunged himself into a valley, the three remaining jets followed him down the valley. All through the while shooting at him, but he was no stranger to the battlefield or a hot chase.

He manipulatively sent one of the jets crashing into the walls of the valley

"Haa... This is too easy..... Two down two to go". Just then his radio clicked. The captain was on the line

"Do you think this is a video game, you're in a life and death situation there. If you kill yourself I'd kill you. You are my best man at the moment and I can't lose you".

"Ooh... My bad, I never knew my radio was still transmitting".

"Don't you dare click that radio". He stopped when his fingertips were few inches from the radio button and giggled.

"Ai Ai sir" He said. Just then another bullet hit him on the right wing

"s**t I'm hit....... Again"

He accelerated making the two jets, in hot pursuit, to accelerate as well.

He kept accelerating until he got very close to a water fall and then pulled up. The two enemy jets crashed into the water fall as they were unable to pull up as swiftly as he did.

"Sir we are suffering a lot of casualties sir. we need back up as soon as possible sir" He said and finally hit the transponder

Two jet came from behind and before him, he lunged himself upwards and the two enemy jets oblivious of each other crashed into each other.

"Woah... God bless America" just as he spoke his eyes rested on the troop of hundreds just in front of him.

"Oh crap....". His die hard instinct kicked in. He went back down the fall and into the valley

"I need back up I repeat I need back up.....Shit... Captain remember you can't lose me. Over". As he flew out of the valley to the open field, the sky was dark with clouds of smoke rising from the various jets on the ground. He looked around desperately searching for his men.

" If you can hear me, come in... do you copy... any one come in...... s**t ". He clicked the transponder. Captain can you hear me. I don't think any one survived. Send back up".

A missile hit his left wing causing him to lose all the control of the jet. Another missile hit the rare engine, causing a descent with an amazing speed.

The chair was jammed up. Tried as he could he was still stuck, he pulled and pulled but it wouldn't bulge. The jet crashed hard into the ground, tumbling over four times.

Luckily for him, he had escaped death from the crash, but his legs were stuck underneath his clamped seat. He was alive but not quite out of the woods yet and he knew it. He managed to move his limbs as quickly and vigorously as he could, he broke off the clamped down iron on his feet and stood up and looked around in search of the radio transponder.

"Crap..... I've got to get moving .....goddamnit..... The radio is gone, how the hell do I contact the captain... s**t .. but I need to move ". He picked up his shotguns, he tucked two by his sides , he held the third straight up and started down the plains. Now a few meters away from his jets, he kept moving down the open plains, he was always on the alert turning on intervals to check behind him.

He looked behind him and saw them in tens running in his direction. They were shooting at him as they ran towards him. He made a swift turn and started running in the opposite direction. He took a few steps and staggered a bit, he looked back again and saw the men closing in, he let a few shots fly at the direction of the mob. Then he turned to continue his run, dreadfully for him his next step was into a ditch

" Damn this came out of nowhere". He said as he started falling through a tunnel connected to the ditch.

Darkness engulfed him as he slid down the dark tunnel. He looked down and couldn't find an end to the darkness.

" Oh my God..... am I going to hell".