Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: Call back
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It was a nice day really the sky was blue and the cool breeze made the desert heat bearable. Bradley 'Rooster' and Pete ‘Maverick’ were going to spend this lovely day by working of the old P-51 Mustang that was parked inside. Well that was their plan in till Vice Admiral Beau "Cyclone" Simpson worked into the hanger. The music that was once playing in the background is turn down.
“Sir?”
Cyclone looks over to Maverick then to Rooster then back to Maverick; then takes a deep breath in.
“Maverick your being called back. Pack your things both of you we’re leaving now.”
Maverick opened his mouth but Rooster beats him to it,
“Sir what do you mean Mav is being called back he’s still on break!”
“Everything will be explained at a later date,Lieutenant, there will be a plain here to pick you up in 15 mins. Maverick meet me at my office.” And with that he left as quickly as he came.
“So much for a break.”
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True to his word an expensive looking plain comes 15 mins later where before long they arrived at the Top Gun training grounds where we meet with other Top Gun graduates. One of them, Lieutenant Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, shouted out before anyone else got the chance to.
“Hey Mav do you have any idea what the hell is going on. Why are we all here?!”
“I have as good of an idea so you all but I have a feeling I’m about to find out Vice Admiral Beau wants me in his office. Don’t even know what I did wrong this time!”
“HA good luck then old man you’ll need it!” Laughed an other graduate, Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin.
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I knock on the door before entering the office, but I was not exactly expecting what or who was inside. There sitting on on Cyclone chair was not Cyclone, but a tall bold dark skilled man with a eyepatch covering his right eye wearing a black suit and a posture that screamed “I am important listen to me.” Across from him was the Vice Admiral Cyclone.
‘What the hell is going on’
“ Captain Mitchel quit standing around we don’t have all day”
Quickly I walk further into the room never once moving my eyes away from the unknown man.
“Captain Mitchel you are probably wondering why you have been called back and I haven’t got all day to explain so I will just cut to the chance. We are in need of you and your squads particular experience and skills this particular mission. The basic information that you and your team need to know now are in this folder. More information will be disclosed at a later date, one that you will be informed of the time and place of this time next week. We will keep in touch.”
And with that the man left leaving a folder full of information and many many questions and not a lot of answer. After a few moments of silence I was finally able to string up some word.
”What the hell just happened???”
Cyclone Sighed again, deep and long. “That was the Director of SHILD, Nick Fury. As well as the reason you got call back.”
……”What the fuck…”
Because of course it was.
Who wants a normal life anyways, that boring.