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Meanwhile, at a few hundreds of kilometres from India, on the ocean, on an aircraft that it belongs to British Army, is approaching India. On that ship there are hundreds of soldiers who are dressed in unusual heavy uniforms, and with a logo that says "Organization". It has no special name, nothing, it is just written "Organization". a simple name to make humans remember the easy times before this virus has struck the world.
At a part of the aircraft, on the field where jets are taking off, a few pilots are about to get inside of their jets, and help the personnel on their mission to evacuate Mumbai from the terror. And one of those pilots who are about to go is one known soldier who has helped a person from France, who is now a reliable source for communication and signal. The man name is Michael, and he is still recovering from the accident that happened few days ago in Maine, France.
"You wanted to go?" asks a female jet pilot to Michael as he was about to board a jet.
"No." says Michael looking on the jet. And he throws a pack of cigarettes on the driver seat. "It's a birthday gift for Ryan."
"You know jet drivers can't smoke." says the female jet pilot.
"Yes. Maybe when he will finish the mission." responds Michael walking away from the plane and towards the woman on a close distance.
"You are going in?"
"Hell yeah." says Michael in a British accent. "I got tired on this long medical vacation."
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"How are you?"
"Good. The leg started to heal. Together with the arm."
"You can still hold an assault rifle?"
"Without worries. I am going to take the minigun of the helicopter."
"Like you always do." says the female pilot. "And what is your mission?"
"Clear the zombies from a zone and establish a safe zone. Don't know the streets. Never been to India before in my life."
"You know the population of it is almost three billion."
"Yeah…" says Michael. "Hope most of them aren't like those from Europe. Man. They got too dangerous even for us."
A soldier approaches Michael, he is wearing a green bandana on his head, holds a sniper rifle and a wear a pair of red sunglasses.
"Michael. We are living in five minutes."
"OK, Sergeant Yorick." says Michael to his Sergeant.
"Bella." says Sergeant Yorick to the female pilot. "Be careful. Heard there are survivors in that zone. Be careful to not kill too many."
"I will, Sir!" says Bella.
The soldier is walking toward the helicopter, together with Michael, while Bella is walking toward a jet plane that is at five meters away from the one where Michael tossed the pack of cigarettes. As the two soldiers are approaching the helicopter, they observe a few more soldiers coming in there, all armed and with their uniforms.
"Raoul is a really good man on radio." praise Sergeant Yorick to Michael. "He helped another group localize an abandoned group in Moldova."
"Really?" asks Michael. "Who was the group?"
"Some nobody. Their leader was one named Gerald. Their mission was to find and escort twenty people who were stuck on a village. Not an easy mission, but the man himself had killed more than fifty zombies. That's what some of his comrades said."
"And? He saved all of them?"
"Only ten people of that group survived."
"That many? Means they are skilled."
"Hopefully."
The two soldiers get on the helicopter and wait for the time when it will take off. As they wait for it to take off, Michael sees how a few fast speed boats, leaving the aircraft, are heading toward the beach of Mumbai. He knows the boats are going to be used to save the people who are stuck on that city. He hopes there will not be many people to rescue. They started to run out of spaces on their island.