It was a desolate area, at least for the rest of the world. The residents knew every inch of this misty place they’d called home for generations.
So when the helicopters breached their airspace in a targeted attack, the locals were left stunned, not only because of this brazen violation, but the astounding explanation that followed.
At the military headquarters from where this attack was launched, Moody smirked at the TV. “Look at those fools on the streets, extremist nationalism in all its glory!”
People were cheering and waving flags. Their solemn President had just finished addressing the nation on the successful mission in which a wanted terrorist was killed.
V.J sniggered. He’d been in charge of this so-called op, as he had many other fake surgical strikes. They’d simply chosen an already maligned country, threatened the corrupt government and had the perfect setting to take out a non-existent terrorist.
As congratulations poured in from world leaders, the locals of that land rolled their eyes at the glaring naivety of this ignorant world.