In the wee hours of the night.

A deafening alarm rang out in the middle of one of the army camps.

Soldiers in deep slumber were shaken from their sleep as they instinctively hurled themselves out of bed and began dressing up in military attire while throwing curses around. 

“Fucking hell whose idea is this!”

“Jenny must have done a terrible job tonight and lost her favour with that old fag!”

“Haha! If she were with us, she’d be moaning in pleasure all night!”

The doors were kicked open and a voluptuous woman came marching in. She was none other than the infamous Jenny that they were badmouthing just a moment ago, along with the equally disdained ‘old fag’ Thompson. Ranked Lieutenant, she was in charge of the anti-airstrike practice drill. 

Upon her appearance, the entire military accommodation immediately kept their silence. They know well enough not to get on her bad side, despite how much they irked at her mere presence. 

Jenny took a quick glance at the military-grade watch on her wrist, before she ordered, “Everyone gather outside in a minute for departure. The drill will be led by the General himself. Codename: Lone Ranger.

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