It’s time for another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024, having just posted Episode 27 of my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights. It was originally over 5,000 words until I found a good point to divide it into two – adding in a cliffhanger naturally. Now I need to create another ‘cliffhanger’ for the second half, which will be Episode 28… continuing from this:
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December 4 question – Do you write cliffhangers at the end of your stories? Are they a turn-off to you as a writer and/or a reader?
As you must have realised by the opening paragraph of this post, I often drag my reader to the edge of a steep drop and then…
Let go……aaaaahh.
But I try to resolve the leap of faith.
However, I believe there are rules, which when broken, can turn a reader/me off:
Never drop the reader or abandon them, i.e., zilch happens.
Never change elements, cheating the reader by removing or adding components that were essential to the cliffhanger, thus resolving it, akin to ‘Deus ex machina’. I first noted this with a few cliffhangers in the 1936 serial film ‘Flash Gordon’ with Buster Crabbe, which I watched in a SciFi film society. Items would appear or disappear to ensure Flash, Dale, and Dr Zarkov are saved. Other series flout this rule.
Never set up a cliffhanger and make it something else, like when the ‘Dallas’ scriptwriters resorted to making everything in previous episodes a dream = another cheat. Resorting to a red herring is infinitely better than cheating.
Never use a cliffhanger when there’s no guarantee of a sequel film/TV series/book
Final rule: (similar to Rule 3.) A cliffhanger should always have a satisfactory pay-off. Never throw the reader off the cliff, just a character who needs to die. (Is this a cliffhanger or a red herring?)
I like writing cliffhangers to keep my readers turning the page at the end of a chapter/episode, although it’s sometimes difficult or feels contrived… another turn-off as a reader.
I’m aware that I’m risking my readers’ ire with the cliffhanger at the end of Episode 26 of ‘Freedom Flights’. My most constant reader, Rebecca Douglass, commented, “…Nice cliff-hanger ending.” Although I’ve kept building reminders into later episodes, I reassure everyone that there will be a pay-off… as per the final rule.
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This is Episode 27 of Freedom Flights. This episode continues with events that began in the last episode.
The Kursk incursion now directly involves two Night Witches, which I now realise will take multiple episodes. However, the first engagements with F-16s will probably be in Episode 29, although, the Witches will get to use other NATO jets in their arsenal.
Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes.
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Episode 27 – Defensive Relocation
2024
Thursday, August 1st – Superhumans Center, Wynnyky, Lviv Oblast, Ukraine
The therapist led the group from Chayka Field to where Olha Tkachuk was operating a device with her new prosthetic left arm, using its fingers to press keys and move levers.
“In three months, the doctor says I may be able to fly a simulator, and sometime later, I pray a real jet,” said Olha as she embraced her cousin Anhelina. She then knelt to stroke Olha’s husky Quetzal and let her sniff the prosthesis.
“She’s more relaxed now it has your scent all over it,” said Olha. “On our last visit, it must have smelled more artificial, being temporary.”
Her flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko, stood beside her. “The sisters look forward to your return. Will that be in a few months or once you have been assessed on a simulator?”
“We will assess your recovery and flexibility,” replied the therapist. “But it’s probably best if her squadron tests you on the right simulator, as ours is a basic tool for improving dexterity and responses.”
Adriana paused, seeming to deliberate on this new development.
“We are expecting a new Saab simulator any day to prepare us for the day we are asked to fly Gripen Cs again, the new Es, or the two-seater D, as a trainer and a multi-role combat fighter.”
“I’m waiting for that day expectantly,” said Olha. “Every time I flew a Gripen at Dęblin, it felt so natural. Let’s pray my right arm agrees… the two-seater D suits me best.”
“I’m reassured having a co-pilot in case my leg plays up.” Polina laughed and removed the trainer from her prosthesis, then flexed her artificial limb.
“When I first climbed into a familiar copter, my foot almost danced with joy… so to speak.”
“Do you often cover your prosthesis?” asked Olha. “It can’t need protection.”
“For non-combat everyday use, I do for practical reasons and protection,” replied Polina. However, I have other specialized appendages like for flying or my blade for sport, but I switch to this one when relaxing.”
“You will have similar,” said Olha’s therapist. “This is the lower arm attachment with which we are testing your skills, assisting your residual limb’s rehabilitation, and preparing you for the final model. Eventually, you’ll be ready for the definitive version our experts are crafting. It will be fully bionic using electrodes for greater dexterity, allowing you to fly again as proficiently as before.” She turned to Polina. “We can upgrade your prosthesis to improve its adaptability.”
“I’m ready today or when I’m next here… whatever suits my doctor.”
The therapist checked with Polina’s doctor as the friends continued talking.
“I notice another prosthesis on the side,” said Anhelina. “One that echoes your left arm, Olha“
“That one’s easier to eat with and doesn’t worry people. My social hand, you might say.”
**
Sunday, August 4th – Secret Base in Central Ukraine
Nadia Lysenko and Aline Bonheur ran the last pre-flight checks on the NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 prior to their test flight to Dęblin Military Air Base in Poland.
“All loaded to match mission requirements,” said Cecilija Lusk. “Thanks to you guys, data links, communication systems, and remote sensor fusion functionality operating at peak levels as required.”
She had volunteered as their loadmaster/sensor operator when Igor Dubicki had insisted on staying with Aleks Górski at Chayka Field as she was unwell.
Anatol Krakarth contacted them over the NH90’s onboard intercom.
“When the Control Tower gives us clearance to lift off, Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko and I will begin monitoring performance and stability concerns from the initial tests.”
“The Tower will request details such as our radar signature from select monitoring stations en route to Dęblin,” added Lukyan. “The most crucial point will be when we cross the border into Poland.”
“Sierra to Control. Permission to take off, please?” asked Nadia.
When they crossed the border into Poland, Anatol and Lukyan were both smiling.
“No turbulence. Smooth so far,’ said Anatol. “Captains. Speed, please?”
“Averaging 310 kilometres per hour, which equals about 193 miles per hour. Impressive, especially with no turbulence. Is that good enough, gentlemen?”
“If our radar signature has reduced and our jamming works,” replied Lukyan. “More is always better, but too risky… and we’re running out of time.”
The crew smiled at each other.
“Approaching familiar terrain,” said Nadia. “Time to skim some trees.”
“This low?” asked Cecilija, noticing the fast-approaching ground.
“Don’t worry, Nadia and I flew like this when we served together,” said Aline. “I suspect the mission will be at night. Same as we’ll do on our return trip.”
“I totally trust you both… and the tanks out there.”
Ruslan Medved glanced out the window as they sped past the immobile hulk.
“I’m glad someone crippled that tank first.”
“Possibly Nadia in her Tiger when they prowled out here,” said Brajan Rudawski so everyone heard.
She went silent until the Dęblin control tower appeared.
“Dęblin control, this is Sierra requesting clearance to land.”
“Clear to land Sierra. Marshalls will direct you to a VIP slot… if you have our Master Engineer.”
“Affirmative.”
As they hovered near familiar buildings, the voice of Maksym Bondarenko came over the comm.
“Congratulations, Sierra crew and engineers. Your radar signature was deceptive, not at all Ukrainian. See you inside for a short debriefing. Then a traditional Witches meal before your night flight back to your base.”
As he was climbing out, Nadia spoke to Lukyan.
“I need to admit something to you later, perhaps over the meal at Zvenigora;”
“There’s one here in Dęblin?”
“One of the first two founded over a decade ago. See you inside after I’ve helped record the flight data and shut this bird down.”
After a debrief compiling all the outward flight data from the NH90 Caïman’s recorded performance to the radar tracking, the first stage of the tests was declared a resounding success. Anatol and Brajan would remain in Dęblin at the university. However, they would be anxiously awaiting the results of the second stage, the night flight back, after a final meal for the Sierra team.
“Do your students eat here, Anatol?” asked Lukyan. “We missed this restaurant when we came here.”
“The Shevchuk family keep the prices low for students, and they are regulars… especially now there’s the monthly movie night like we enjoyed at the Chayka Field restaurant,” replied Anatol.
Agnieszka, Sabina, and Tomas had arranged tables for the team and their hosts along one side of the restaurant.
Lukyan sat opposite Nadia and near enough to Aline and Cecilija to congratulate the whole crew.
“That was an impressive flight, thanks to you all. I’m reassured to have all three of you on the team.”
“Does that mean you need me for the mission?” asked Cecilija.
“You’re as essential as the pilots,” replied Lukyan. “Slipping into enemy territory unnoticed requires skilled flying and devious manipulation of their scanning. Drones alone can’t confuse them.”
“But Igor-“
“Wouldn’t have been the best choice,” said Lukyan. “I hadn’t considered the best option… another Night Witch. I nearly made the wrong decision.”
“I almost did,” said Nadia. “When you asked me, ‘…can any of your helicopters here match or exceed 300 kilometres per hour?”
“Today, when we flew past the tank, Brajan mentioned I might have destroyed it with my Tiger… which flies at 290 kilometres per hour with its Osiris rotor head mast. However, our Tigers fly at 315 kilometres per hour without the Osiris mast… faster than the Sierra NH90 Caïman.”
Lukyan laughed.
“But you sensibly never considered your Tiger as it couldn’t carry troops, even though without a mast it would exceed my required speed. Nowhere near a wrong decision.”
“I agree,” said Aline. “A modified Blackhawk would probably exceed 300 kilometres per hour, but it only carries 11 seated troops… sorry, Cecilija.”
“Apology accepted, Aline. 20 would be a squeeze… even sitting on laps,” said Cecilija, grinning.
“And hasn’t your Blackhawk been customised for medical evacuation?” asked Nadia.
“Correct,” said Cecilija. “Although, like the NH90, it can be changed as required… given time and equipment.”
Anatol, further down the table, nodded, then turned to Maksym.
“Did any of the items I requested arrive here?”
“Everything I believe. Due to the nature of the mission, nobody unpacked them.”
“As soon as we’ve eaten, I’ll arrange that,” said Anatol. “I’ll need some volunteers, including Cecilija as our loadmaster.”
*
Aviation Engineering Centre, Dęblin Military Air Base, Poland
With the NH90 Caïman moved outside the engineering hangar, Anatol was able to coordinate the removal of most of the surplus cargo used to bring the helicopter to its mission weight. Then, the requested items could be installed.
“Cecilija, that crate should contain two lighter mini guns and door mounts. Were we still sensible in favouring guns over extra fuel tanks, Lukyan?”
“Totally. We’re not going far enough to warrant extra fuel. How far exactly, I haven’t been told due to the confidential destination.”
Once the additional modifications were made, the crew prepared the Sierra for take-off as Lukyan ordered his team to board.
Anatol and Brajan stepped inside the helicopter to say farewell.
“As we’re staying here,” said Anatol, “I ensured there’s enough surplus cargo to balance out our absence. We pray your night flight is as efficient as the journey here.”
“Bon voyage,” said Brajan and then kissed Nadia passionately. “Fly home safely, mon amour.”
“I’ll miss you, moja kochana.”
As Brajan turned to leave, Maksym arrived with Aenoheso Little Hawk.
“I wanted to wish you all a good flight and a victorious mission,” said Maksym.
“I have a private message for Nadia,” said Little Hawk, who stepped inside and whispered, “Aleks says, ‘Come home safely. We have so many more missions to fly together. Don’t leave me, please.”
“Never. We need to celebrate peace together.”
**
Monday, August 5th – Staging ground, Sumy Oblast, Ukraine
The modified NH90 Caïman had reached the staging ground for the incursion into Russia four hours before the briefing for the mission. Lukyan was one of several officers whose teams had specific roles to play, so they were aware of the main intent and objective.
After discovering the overall plan, Lukyan gathered the team in a darkened room.
“At midnight, we leave here in Sierra as the advance party for a swift incursion across the border into Russia’s Kursk Oblast. Drones are creating a path through the enemy surveillance network, which Cecilija will use Sierra’s sensors to extend for the mechanized and infantry units to follow. You will now see drone night footage of that path, so our pilots know the route to take.”
Aline and Nadia watched the recordings until they had memorised and noted on a detailed digital map the key landmarks along the course the Sierra must fly. Cecilija logged any enemy surveillance the drones had detected.
“Do we know how heavily defended the nearest town is to our planned route?” asked Aline.
“All observations indicate Sudzha city is lightly defended,” said Lukyan. “The enemy is behaving as if our build-up of forces here is a defensive redeployment to reinforce this sector of the front. However, as this incursion’s spearhead, we need to be prepared to face robust resistance, especially since we are expected to scout ahead of the main force. That means flying deeper into Kursk to establish further footholds.”
He paused, guessing there might be questions.”
“Normally, we deliver the special forces and leave,” said Aline.
“Returning later to extract them,” added Nadia. “So, guess we’re staying for the duration.”
“Not quite. You’ll need to stay as long as getting us behind the enemy effectively takes,” replied Lukyan. “Before we leave, everyone check your weapons and equipment. Cecilija, check Sierra’s miniguns before you do your pre-takeoff electro-optical sensor test.”
After the special forces had done their checks, they relaxed for the final hour. Although the crew were used to chilling before a mission, this was different for them. It would be a flight into the unknown for Cecilija, although both Nadia and Aline had flown troops into enemy territory multiple times. They were reassuring her when Lukyan realised that he should help and came over.
“Don’t worry, Cecilija. This is normal for the rest of us. We’ll be there to fend off the enemy until the other units reach our position. You’ll only be flying ahead when we’ve scanned the next area.”
“And I have faith in my sisters’ abilities. They can fly as superbly at night as by day.”
“Which is great. We came back from Dęblin as fast as our outward flight. I believe we’ll match those 310 kilometres per hour average tonight.”
*
Crossing the front at speed, they could see muzzle flashes as fighting continued below them, even at night. Fortunately, nothing was aimed at Sierra since the drones had driven a wedge through the Russian’s electronic barriers. In the distance, they could see intermittent explosions from long-range artillery shells and drone strikes. But nothing that warned the enemy a major incursion was imminent.
As Nadia and Aline followed the memorised path, occasionally looking at the digital map, Cecilija used her range of sensor jammers to carve a wider route for the ground assault to follow. Although their radar detected infrequent enemy aircraft, their own increased situational awareness and low radar signature kept them undetected.
A short distance from Sudzha, Cecilija scanned the area for enemy troops. Despite the sporadic explosions, probably where drones had targeted military installations, no troops were detected. Therefore, Nadia landed on the edge of a grass field with Aline’s assistance. The special forces jumped from the NH90 Caïman and began to secure the immediate area. Three of them launched small Black Hornet reconnaissance drones to scout towards the city. Another trio were sent to the south-west, back along their route from the front.
Almost silent, unlike other UAVs, these drones allowed the team to find the nearest defenders, who were in a house on the edge of Sudzha.
“They’re unaware of our arrival,” said Lukyan. “They look like conscripts.”
“Most of them are still asleep, oblivious to the attacks,” said Ruslan Medved. “Their officers must feel the war will never come here.”
“Not for much longer,” replied Lukyan, and then approached the other three drone operators. “Any hostiles within UAV range?”
“Permission to scout further,” asked Danylo Vasylyk. “There’s nobody within 1.5 kilometres we can see in the river mist with the camera, although it should clear as dawn approaches.”
“Move slowly to the far field boundary, then lie low before launching again nearer dawn.”
**
Tuesday, August 6th – Sudzha, Kursk Oblast, Russia
Sunrise bathed the field in golden light, and birdsong filled the air. The sounds of war were hardly perceptible. The scouts had located every Russian detachment using their tiny aerial spies.
The Sierra crew had camouflaged the helicopter with netting and foliage, which could be removed quickly in an emergency. It wasn’t long before the first Russian aircraft flew over their position. But it didn’t detect the NH90 Caïman or the encamped troops in their dugouts and continued towards the front, no doubt alerted by the main incursion.
However, the special forces soon engaged the enemy to the southwest, although while some fled, the rest threw down their weapons and surrendered. The five prisoners were brought back to the main encampment, where Lukyan tried to discover what they knew about other Russian units in the area.
With the additional intel, he made a decision.
“I’m splitting the team. Five of you, selected by Sergeant Danylo Vasylyk, will remain here to help protect the NH90 Caïman and guard the prisoners. I will take the main force and engage more of the enemy in the southwest.”
“If anyone attempts to attack from Sudzha,” said Danylo, “I’ll keep you informed.”
Two hours passed before a BMP-3 and seven Russian infantry soldiers emerged from Sudzha on the road along the far side of the field.
Danylo reported to Lukyan, who said his force was returning alongside the road and would ambush the force if the enemy didn’t spot the Sierra.
Unfortunately, one of the prisoners attempted to warn the approaching Russians. One guard knocked him out, but the BMP broke through the hedge between the two forces.
Danylo instructed his men, including Cecilija, to hold fire until the enemy was nearer to the centre of the field.
“Warning shots,” said the sergeant as the BMP reached the middle of the field. “Cecilija, try disabling the BMP by hitting the tracks.”
Her shots made the BMP stop. The troops kept the enemy pinned down, although the odd shot was returned. The BMP fired its cannon but short of the dugouts.
“They’re wary of hitting their men,” said Danylo. “Time for a gamble.” He raised his voice. “Kapitan Lysenko prepare to launch an anti-tank missile.”
The bluff led to a unanimous surrender as Russians scrambled around the vehicle, throwing weapons on the ground. The three BMP crew exited swiftly, anxious to survive the expected explosion.
The commander of the infantry combat vehicle staggered forward.
“When we realised you had that helicopter, I knew we were outnumbered,” he explained in Ukrainian. “Who is your senior officer, please?”
Danylo hesitated even though Lukyan had left him in charge. He glanced back to the Sierra, where Aline and Nadia were watching with Cecilija. Without missiles, they were outnumbered by Russians 15:8.
“I’m in charge of these men, but Kapitan Nadia Lysenko is the senior officer. What should I tell her?”
“It’s about Sudzha and the people.”
Nadia had joined them and heard the exchange.
“What do they need?” asked Nadia. “Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko has the final decision. Despite our respective ranks, he’s this mission’s senior officer.”
Could she play for time? When the fifteen other special forces returned, they would outnumber the Russians 23:15. How long before the Russians realised they still held the advantage?
**
Slava Ukrayini
FCA 2,991 words
Black Hornet Drone: Ukraine’s Secret Norwegian Weapon:
I nearly missed this next Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024 as I was frantically trying to finish Episode 26 of my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights. It was overdue by over two months from the last day my characters appeared on duty. However, I finished and posted it with a day to spare:
Unfortunately, if the election of President Trump stands, Ukraine could be forced into a peace which cedes not just territory but thousands of Ukrainians who do not want to be second-class Russians. Also, Putin and other autocrats will be emboldened, and countries like Taiwan will feel threatened. What then?
Slava Ukrayini
The other writing news is I’ve drafted an acceptable query letter for my Welsh police procedural. I was unsure what books to compare it to, but I chose a series set in South Wales and a lesbian crime writer I admire. Ultimately, it must stand up in its unique way.
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November 6 question – What creative activity do you engage in when you’re not writing?
It would be great to do something creative other than writing but I’m aware of a drawback or two. My fingers are not nimble enough for some activities I’ve attempted. Nor do I have the space on the desk over my bed.
A few months ago, I attempted to revive my photography which was part of my career as a journalist from my early twenties onwards… although with breaks for other careers in farming, wholesale food marketing, and the film industry. Sadly, I’m struggling to upload any recent photos. Maybe one day.
My last photo of Quetzal RIP
Many decades ago, a girlfriend taught me to knit, and I made a scarf for her. A few years later, when we had both married other people, she admitted to dismantling my only attempt at knitting.
My attempt to play the flute lasted longer, although I eventually sold that flute to a more adept player. However, I still have the wooden Nepalese flute I bought in Kathmandu… the start of my flute adventure.
As a kid, I made a lot of plastic models from kits, mainly 1st World War biplanes, which my brother and I hung from the ceiling by thread. Making them was very fiddly so not a hobby to revisit.
My wife plays computer games that involve designing and building structures, from houses to workshops. I used to play the same games, and I’m tempted to return to them… when I’m not writing.
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This is Episode 26 of Freedom Flights. This episode concludes events in early July and sets up events in August that precipitate occurrences throughout September.
Although the Kursk incursion doesn’t directly involve the Night Witches, I am unable to ignore it and so this episode’s actions lead into Episode 27, which includes Kursk as well as the first engagements with F-16s. However, the Witches might get to use other NATO jets in their arsenal.
Until a just peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes, never forgetting the brave people fighting for freedom. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons like F-16s continue to reach the frontlines and in time to change their fortunes.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
Episode 26 – Deceptive Intuition
2024
Tuesday, July 16th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Nadia Lysenko and Aleks Górski discussed their possible role before entering the Squadron Command Centre for the 0600 meeting with the Special Forces team.
“They need volunteers to fly a helicopter with Special Forces troops somewhere covert,” said Nadia. “Perun from Sikorsky Brigade suggested we had the right craft for such an operation.”
“Anatol is here to help Janina Patriksson and her team modify the helicopter,” said Aleks. ”Are you ready to join a crazy crew?”
“Probably when we learn more.”
They arrived outside the Command Centre as Ruslan Medved and his comrades went in, so they joined them.
Lieutenant Petrenko was sitting beside Maksym Bondarenko and the Chayka majors. Maksym opened the briefing.
“Last night, we were unable to discuss why Special Forces needed to approach the 2022 Night Witches Squadron. I’ll let Lieutenant Lukyan Petrenko explain.”
The dark-haired sturdy officer stood and surveyed the select group.
“Everything you hear here is highly classified as is everything connected to this operation. I have been tasked by my superiors within Ukraine’s Special Operations Forces with finding the best helicopter pilot to fly a crack unit behind enemy lines on a secret mission.”
“What are the criteria?” asked Perun sitting aloof from the others.
“It was suggested that someone in your Sikorsky Brigade must have the expertise to sneak in low and fast flying a suitable helicopter. Yet, you say this squadron has more modern craft and a pilot experienced at flying special forces behind enemy lines.”
Lukyan looked at Nadia.
“Kapitan Nadia Lysenko, please tell me about your military experience before joining the Night Witches?”
Nadia stood and saluted.
“Before I joined the Night Witches and became Ukrainian, sir, I served in the French Air and Space Force. I flew with the 4th Special Forces Helicopter Regiment, primarily attached to the 13th Battalion Chasseurs Alpins and saw action low-level flying a Eurocopter Cougar to get the troops in and out, sometimes flying a Eurocopter Tiger to harass and defend, like Afghanistan in 2011. Also, I flew missions in the 2nd Ivorian Civil War in 2011. Seven years later in northern Mali, I flew for the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment as my previous commander said I was ‘adept at surprising the enemy by coming in very fast and low’… a reputation I aimed to keep.”
“Impressive and no doubt exactly the pilot we need. However, can any of your helicopters here match or exceed 300 km/h?”
He grinned mischievously.
“Not in our current inventory, sir,” said Nadia. “But in the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment, I flew NH90 Tactical Transport Helicopters… abbreviated to TTH. The 4th Special Forces Helicopter Regiment took delivery of 18 in 2023, so if I could persuade either of my former commanders to lease us one, an NH90 has the speed and stealth capabilities for a covert mission into enemy territory.”
Lukyan smiled and nodded towards Maksym.
“It seems your Kapitan Lysenko knows our minds. Let me introduce everyone to Kapitan Lysenko’s former comrade, Lieutenant Aline Bonheur.” He gestured to a lithe redhead who emerged from a side door.
Nadia and Aline embraced, kissing each other twice on the cheek and exchanging a flurry of French.
Lukyan coughed politely, and the two French pilots snapped to attention.
“Apologies Lieutenant Petrenko, it’s been four months since we served together in the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment,” said Aline. “As agreed between Kyiv and Paris, I flew one NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 to a secure location in Poland where its French roundels were changed to Ukrainian roundels and trident insignia and your night camouflage were added. The NH90 is here in a ground-floor hangar bay.”
There were surprised murmurs from everyone
NH90 TTH Caïman transport helicopter of the French ALAT (Light Aviation of the Army): (Photo Stéphane GIMARD)
“Excellent. This Caïman is the French Army designation for the NH90 TTH Standard 2 variant for special ops,” said Lukyan. “As Nadia correctly observed the NH90 will match or exceed 300 km/h… with any modifications engineers can make. It also has stealth features like the infrared suppression system of exhaust gases for decreased sensory visibility against heat-seeking missiles.
“Also,” added Aline, “According to Airbus Helicopters, the NH90 possesses the lowest radar signature in its class, principally due to its diamond-shaped composite fuselage.”
Master Engineer Anatol Krakarth and Chief Warrant Officer Janina Patriksson studied schematics on one of the room’s screens.
“These NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 diagrams show a few areas where modifications could be made,” said Janina. “But I’m unsure whether we have all the right material here.”
“We probably do at Dęblin, but the University might not be such a secure location to work in unnoticed,” added Anatol.
Lukyan nodded. “That is why we came here to prepare, while the main incursion force gathers as if ready to reinforce front-line positions. However, I’m not a party yet as to where or when the incursion occurs. For now, we’ll be training while the NH90 Caïman is being modified. Any questions?”
Ruslan’s friend Danylo raised his hand.
“Where are we training? Is there a suitable area here?”
Kalyna whispered to Lukyan and he nodded.
“An all-female security unit patrols this base. Your mission is to enter at the northwest end and reach the hangar at the northeast end. Enter and identify the hostage before he or she is executed… and without all being captured or killed.”
“Should be easy,” said Danylo.
“Not when GROM, the Polish Special Forces, trained our security unit,” replied Nadia. “And some are K9 handlers.”
“This will be a night mission,” said Lukyan. “Commencing any time tonight after 2100. Both sides will use non-lethal Simunition which Chayka will supply. As usual wear body armor and headgear. I advise caution when engaging with K9s though as they are highly trained. However, if confronted by drones, shoot to disable them. If there are no questions, you are dismissed. Debrief at 0800.”
Kalyna stood and addressed the special forces.
“If you wait here, First Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka of the Night Owls will take you to our armoury to equip you with all the Simunition supplies you’ll need tonight. Take time to familiarize yourself with the equipment. Be aware that the base is now on lockdown. Janina, the floor is yours. ”
Janina waved the two pilots over to where she and Anatol studied the schematics.
“We’ve identified where we might commence testing for modifications. Aline, I’ll call the rest of our engineering team, and you can take us to your NH90.”
After four hours of analyzing the modifications feasible on the NH90 Caïman, the engineering team started implementing what seemed achievable, especially when Anatol could acquire crucial equipment and materials from Dęblin.
“I’ve been worrying for an hour or more about one key oversight,” said Nadia to Aline when they slipped down to the Zvenigora Restaurant for an early evening meal.
“Which you failed to mention earlier to everyone. Why?” asked her friend.
“Because I wanted to talk to you first… alone. Do you know anything about the terms under which we’re using this helicopter? Is it still a French craft or Ukrainian? Are we meant to return it relatively unscathed? Most importantly, will our ‘improvements’ be acceptable to the ultimate owners?”
“I guess it’s still the property of the 1st Combat Helicopter Regiment or French Army Light Aviation. I hope ‘our improvements’ will be appreciated. However, my commander’s parting words were ‘Don’t let any sensitive technologies fall into enemy hands or’… well you can guess what the Lieutenant colonel said.”
“What would that be, cherie?” asked a flirtatious journalist. “I’m this squadron’s friend, aren’t I Nadia? Your friend looks to have sensitive armes d’amour.”
“Moi? I’m as lithe as a jungle cat and my claws are too sharp for you.”
“Meow. Your claws or the armaments on the NH90 you landed masterfully this morning. Tell me more about this beauty. Will you let Nadia fly her?”
At that moment, Andżelika and Estera Sówka arrived and hurriedly escorted Aaron Garcia out of the restaurant protesting his innocence so all the customers heard.
“Let’s follow,” said Nadia. “This should be interesting if I know what they’re up to.”
She paid for their meal and then they followed.
Estera turned and grinned as she spoke.
“Do you want to join this game and add some spice? You’d be perfect.”
“What’s this all about?” asked Aaron, voice wavering. “I was only flirting. It was harmless.”
“You’ll see when we’ve tied you up,” said Andżelika and chuckled.
Surprised by Aaron’s sudden removal from the restaurant by her fellow Night Owls, Anhelina Tkachuk wondered if the night exercise had started. Except it was still 19.45.
“Don’t worry, you’ve got another hour,” helicopter pilot Polina Moroz said. “Plenty of time to finalise tomorrow’s arrangements to see your cousin Olha at Superhumans.”
“They’re expecting all four of us,” added Olha’s flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko. “Including Estera since she agreed to drive the old Toyota truck with the donations for the centre.”
“Five if I’m allowed to bring Quetzal?”
“Of course. She’s a service dog… who will flatten a special forces guy tonight.”
They all cheered for Anhelina’s red & white Siberian Husky.
*
Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
The special forces unit crouched off the road into the airbase ten minutes before the exercise commenced.
“What was the final Night Owls count? Any change from your tally, Ruslan?” asked Lukyan. “Remember from here on use call signs.”
“Understood Panther. No change from 12 GROM trained with four K9s.”
“OK, Lynx. Same numbers now our reinforcements were sneaked in. But they’re on home ground. Spare the Simunition as we’ve shared it out. Use unarmed combat rather than weapons. Infiltrate in fours along the four agreed routes. Slava Ukrayini.”
*
Kalyna and Vasy studied the monitors in the Saab MSHORAD as Aslög used the hidden Giraffe AMB radar to sweep the northwest end of the base, assisted by drones designed to detect armed humans.
“Strange there are now sixteen intruders. Unfortunately, we’re only observers. However, our eighteen Owls will handle them, especially with five K9s, ensuring all approaches are covered,” said Kalyna.
“Our task,” said Vasy, “Is to ensure the real enemy doesn’t use the exercise as cover for a sneak attack. At least Sable Flight is patrolling around Lusk to protect them and us, while Gold Flight is covering Lviv’s northern flank. Everyone else is on standby. Tamila Medved volunteered to run the Command Centre tonight until I return.”
*
Lukyan looked at his watch, 2100. He directed Puma’s four on the far side of the road to infiltrate along the southern fence line.
Then he launched a spotter drone towards the main buildings hoping to detect defenders protecting the concealed hangars. There was no movement, only a large black vehicle with ground-to-air missiles mounted ready for launch.
“Hopefully for the enemy not us,’ he whispered to his team before they moved forward a few metres in a crouch.
Silence. A solitary bird call which he struggled to identify until another answered.
“Night Owls. They’ve spotted us. But where are they?”
Suddenly a burst of gunfire shattered the calm. But the team couldn’t see anything with their night equipment.
“The shots were towards the southern fence,” said Leopard. “Will Puma cope?’
*
Using the southern fence line, the Puma team made progress until gunfire forced them to crawl into cover searching for the combatants.
“Has one of our teams found the first line of defense?” asked Cheetah. “Or do we sneak past and make for the objective.”
“Mission first,” said Puma. “Anyway, we don’t have a team in the centre. Only Panther by the buildings.”
“This must be a trap,” said Cougar. “We’re wise to ignore it.”
As they continued they heard a flight of jets take off heading towards Kyiv.
The sound muffled the whispering engine of a drone overhead observing them.
*
Andżelika and Estera Sówka chuckled as their two drones tracked the groups that hadn’t walked into the sound effect trap. Alicja Dubicka lowered the tape machine’s volume gradually and switched it off.
The Night Owls split into two groups of three plus a K9 unit as a less noticeable tracker while they followed the teams.
*
All three of the Panther team heard the drone at once. Jaguar got the nod to disable it
“We’ve got to be faster,” said Panther. “A real enemy would’ve killed us. I suspect the Owls have surrounded us. Our first objective is to check if that missile launcher is neutral or hostile.”
Once they had surrounded the launcher, Kalyna stepped out.
“Welcome to Chayka Field’s main ground defence, Saab’s MSHORAD. We’re just observing your exercise while watching for the real enemy. Rather than give your opponents an advantage, Lieutenant, we’ll save the tour for tomorrow.”
Aneta Filipek and her Owl colleague, recruited at Dęblin, waited in a hidden trench for a Sówka team to appear behind the approaching intruders.
A shot winged the rear figure and his three colleagues dived for the bushes hiding the trench.
But Aneta and her colleague had perfect shots lined up, so they ordered the men to surrender as a dog growled behind the trio.
“Taika, ground,” said his handler Aldona Jagoda.
“Guess you Polish ladies outwitted us,” said Panther. “But at what cost? Half your owls to capture just a few of ours. Now you have to guard us.”
“Aneta and Aldona. Lock them up in the cellar and then join us,” said Estera.
The Panther team were escorted into the trench built under part of the main terminal. They were led through a concealed door into a small room with two beds, a stove and a kettle. At the back was a cage in which the trio were locked with water and rye bread.
“There’s a bunk bed and we’ll return before the debrief. Escape is futile with concrete all around you,” said Aneta.
Taika barked a warning.
*
Zyta Sadowska and another Owl recruit waited in a trench under an abandoned armoured car. A ladder led up to makeshift bunks. A machine gun was planned to increase the position’s strength.
Zyta was looking out of the gunport when she spied a drone scanning ahead of approaching hostiles. She was tempted to disable it, but that would give their position away.
The lead gestured at the AC and his team of four stealthily moved around the vehicle.
One fired into the trench and Zyta heard her comrade scream. Her attacker shouted, “Inside”.
She slammed the AC hatch closed and bolted the rear doors. Then as she was about to shoot the drone, one of the squadron’s capture drones neutralized it and it fell groundward. Before it hit the earth, Mariyka Shevchuk caught it in a large butterfly net.
“First successful use of our ground-launched capture device without damaging the target. Our special forces visitors should be pleased to get this back intact plus some Chayka capture drones.”
Andżelika was watching the feed from their spotter drone which none of the escaping quartet had noted.
“They’re heading across the runway to the control tower where I hope Estera’s group are waiting to spring the next trap.”
*
Confronted by the woodland behind the terminal, Ruslan and the Lynx team had reached the same conclusion as Danylo and the Ocelot team.
“If they hide jets in here, Owls are going to be tough to find before they wing us,” said Ruslan. ”Lynx team will take the northern perimeter while Ocelot skirts the buildings thus evading the trees.”
Everyone agreed to regroup at the end of the woodland before the final approach to the hangar.
*
There was almost no light in the hangar, a single bulb where the three hostages were tied in chairs fastened to a central girder.
The rest of the space was dark except where shafts of moonlight revealed skeletons of ancient planes, covered with a shroud of cobwebs.
Aaron glanced into the shadows where he feared the guards were lurking and listening to his questions. Why didn’t Nadia or Aline know anything?
He leaned closer so the guards couldn’t hear.
“Is it something about this NH90 Caïman? I’ve seen one before when the Spanish Army took delivery of its HT-29 Caimáns in December 2014. Back then, I did a lot of research to write a complimentary in-depth review. They were the NH90 Gslot PA TTH variant, an earlier model than yours.”
“Did you notice any differences worth mentioning in your paper?” asked Nadia. “Remind me of your magazines, please Aaron?”
“Mainly ‘Vuelo del Águila’ but a few others feel the coverage helps. Variations on helicopters always interest enthusiasts… like your craft seems to have larger fuel tanks and different gun mounts. Without you saying more Aline… or cherie Nadia, it’s not much of a story.”
Neither pilot responded so Aaron was left dreaming up another ploy.
*
Lieutenant Petrenko was surprised to be released from the cellar by Major Kalyna Chayka and escorted to the Squadron Command Centre where Major Vasy Chayka was waiting with new orders.
“Your superiors within Ukraine’s Special Operations Forces have requested you and your men return to your base of operations with the NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 piloted by Lieutenant Bonheur and Kapitan Lysenko.”
“What will happen to the modifications which were incomplete last night? We were due a delivery of crucial equipment and materials from Dęblin.”
Vasy and Kalyna discussed the issue and Vasy gave their conclusion.
“Identify the key personnel you need to complete the modifications and your assignment. Then your most crucial will fly in your NH90 and when the delivery arrives from Dęblin the rest can follow by the most efficient means.”
Lukyan nodded, accepting the orders but he had a final question.
“Why the sudden change of plans?”
“It was your superiors’ decision. Please ask them.”
*
Wednesday, July 17th – Helicopter Hangar Bay, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Fifteen special forces troops and two pilots stood beside the NH90 TTH Caïman Standard 2 at 0600 when Lukyan Petrenko and Kalyna Chayka entered the Hangar Bay. Everyone saluted, and then Lukyan addressed them.
“It was unfortunate last night‘s exercise was called off, but this means the real action will be soon. Although we are leaving Chayka Field, some of their engineers are following shortly with the means to make our NH90 faster and stealthier. Major Chayka wishes to say a few words.”
Kalyna saluted Lukyan and then spoke.
“We are glad to be helping you first, by lending you our best helicopter pilot, Kapitan Nadia Lysenko, whom I know will do everything to ensure your safe return. Second, we are sending our best engineers with Dęblin’s Anatol Krakarth to help make your NH90 so stealthy and swift the enemy won’t see you coming. Whatever your mission is we at Chayka Field all wish you success. Teach our enemies a deadly lesson they won’t forget and may your actions hasten the peace we strive for.
She paused then shouted, “Slava Ukraini”
Everyone cried out, “Heroiam slava!.”
*
Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Anhelina Tkachuk never missed her morning exercise routine with Quetzal. Her red & white Siberian Husky thrived on the daily sessions and today they faced a three-hour road trip to the Superhumans Center in Wynnyky near Lviv.
She had a sleepless night worrying about seeing her cousin Olha after her amputated left arm had been replaced with a prosthesis. The noise from a helicopter leaving the base around 0630 had triggered her fear of Olha ever flying again.
She slumped on the ground and Quetzal leaned her head on Anhelina’s chest.
Siberian Husky: Image Credit: Aleksandr Abrosimov, Shutterstock
“Are you okay, Anhelina? At least Quetzal is guarding you.”
From the curved prosthetic foot, she knew Polina Moroz had been running.
“I took a break after my workout. Are the others waiting?”
“Olha’s flight leader Adriana went to help Estera refuel the old Toyota truck we all loaded with the donations for Superhumans”
The sound of a vehicle approaching made them look towards the entrance. The Polish truck drew closer and Polina waved, recognizing the two helicopter instructors from Dęblin, Brajan Rudawski and Igor Dubicki.
“I guess you want Anatol. He’s in the Blackhawk hangar, the one with open doors.”
“Correct. We’ve brought the equipment and materials he wanted,” said Igor. “If Aleks is around, can you tell her I’m here, please?”
“We’re leaving for Lviv shortly, but we’ll pass on a message.”
Anhelina, Quetzal and Polina cut through the terminal to reach the Toyota and met Kalyna.
“The Dęblin truck has arrived so we told the guys where Anatol was,” said Polina. “Igor wants to see Aleks, but we’re leaving for Superhumans—”
“To see Olha Tkachuk. Wish her love and strength from all of us. We miss her and want her back in full health. Travel safely, sisters.” Kalyna paused and then added, ”I’ll ensure Aleks sees Igor. She hasn’t taken Nadia’s departure at all well.”
At the rear of the terminal, Polina, Anhelina and Quetzal climbed into the Toyota where Estera and Adriana were estimating how long the journey took.
They drove around to the front of the terminal. The Blackhawk was outside being loaded with the delivery from Dęblin by the engineers and crew. They waved to everyone before leaving the base and heading for the H17 southwards.
Having found Aleks sitting alone and brooding in Alpha Tiger, Kalyna told her that Igor needed her where the Blackhawk was being loaded. She led her there hoping Igor could lift Alek’s mood. She let the couple talk while she went to find the helicopter’s crew.
They were discussing which passengers to take. Kalyna handed the flight instructions from Special Forces to the pilots Captain Henrika Visser and Lieutenant Beitris Berengar.
“Is all that equipment restricting your passengers to less than must go, Henrika?”
“Yes. We’re down to six, but Anatol needs Janina, Mariyka and her three flight engineers, plus the two instructors from Dęblin. We must drop two of those and can’t agree on who is dispensable.”
Looking around the gathered group, Kalyna made a risky decision.
“ Are your two gunners needed? Isn’t anyone else able to cover that role?”
Cecilija Lusk whispered to her colleague who nodded.
“We could be replaced by some here,” said Cecilija adding, “ Aren’t engineers more crucial to this mission?”
Kalyna nodded and Henrika said, “The engineers loaded correctly and I’m sure two or more of them can fire these guns.”
Brajan stepped forward. “Igor and I instructed our helicopter cadets on various armaments with the assistance of weapons officers.”
“If you can persuade your colleague to leave his friend,” said Henrika, “we would be ready to fly.”
Here are some pumpkins for the WEP Halloween Flash Fiction Special Challenge 2024, HORRORFEST!
I’ve been missing the bi-monthly WEP-IWSG challenge so I welcome another brain puzzler. Puzzling as I was unsure whether to set the tale in Wales with a case for Sparkle & Kama, or with my Witches in Ukraine, or Skadi in Scandinavia. As some of you may have noticed, I did continue with episodes set against the war in Ukraine even when the Challenges ceased.
But there’s a large gap before 2022, so I give you a 1960 Canadian Halloween with a difference.
Tagline: How should a Canadian-Ukrainian family deal with demonic pumpkins invading their Halloween celebration?
Paranormal Pumpkins
1960
Monday, October 31st – Chayka Air, Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada
Cold Lake 1950s. Photo: CFB Cold Lake.
Eight-year-old Galina Kohut wondered why her father Stepan worked on the hangar roof on Dido Anton’s 60th birthday. She nudged her cousin Alisa. Four years older, she was inquisitive.
“With so much to do before the party, why is my tato mending roofs?”
“Maybe it was something that creepy man told him,” Alisa paused making Galina shiver, then giggle. “You don’t believe me?”
“He was a scruffy man looking for work.”
“Don’t scoff, Gali. He was a magic man. Watch out at midnight when he summons the witch Baba Yaga.”
They ran screaming into the house.
Baba Yaga, from Vasilisa the Beautiful – Artist Ivan Bilibin (1876–1942)
In the kitchen, Kalyna and Vasy were preparing the evening’s celebratory meal with Anton’s nieces as they knew the family’s traditional dishes for this occasion. However, the sisters were free to add their touches.
“Sounds like the kids are getting into the Halloween spirit,” said Vasy.
“As long as the Veles rites aren’t forgotten,” added Kalyna.
“Nor Uncle Anton’s birthday surprises,” said his oldest niece, Polina.
Kalyna’s eleven-year-old son Boris wandered into the kitchen with his friend Artem. Both hovered near the food looking hopeful.
“Are you boys after cookies to stay alive?” asked Kalyna. Then hearing other voices next door, added, ”Take that plate on the side. I expect your fathers wanted some too.”
“There’s just one each,” said Polina. “That includes your sisters.”
Denys Kohut and his friend Marko Shevchenko welcomed the cookies having finished decorating the dining room and hallway for the evening.
“Better eat outside,” said Marko as Galina and Alisa homed in on the cookies.
Luckily with one cookie left, Stepan finished on the hangar roof.
“Did you fix the leak?” asked Denys.
“Eventually. What did you think I was doing?”
“Alisa said you were trying to magic a witch,” said Galina.
Her father chuckled.
“I’m not crazy, Gali. If there are any witches, then the pumpkins would fly.”
As they walked inside, Galina whispered to Artem.
“My titka is a witch. Auntie makes people fly.”
*
There was not only enough room in the spacious dining room for all the Kohut family and friends but also empty places for departed loved ones. The table was laden with the fruits of the cooks’ labours.
As the head of the household, Denys greeted everyone.
“On this Veles Night spirits of our ancestors visit their descendants sharing their power and blessing us. Tonight, the border between the worlds becomes thinner letting the ancestral spirits and the spirits of descendants unite into one. It is a family holiday. Departed friends and ancestors come to us, tonight’s meal is for you.”
Kalyna lit a candle in the main window to guide the spirits to the feast.
The family patriarch, Anton made the traditional blessing of the food before everyone helped themselves to savoury delicacies, borscht, meat and fish dishes, stuffed peppers, cabbage rolls, and blood sausage.
Kompot for everyone and alcoholic Kvas were the drinks of choice, though there were a few cries for beer and pop.
The children suppressed their craving for dessert. Soon their wish was granted with pancakes, honey cakes, and chocolate roulade.
Then the special cake.
“As today is Dido Anton’s 60th birthday,” said Polina, “we made his favourite fruit cake with ingredients sourced from the far reaches of the world… well, Canada. So, there are berries from the Arctic.”
Desserts were abandoned for Anton’s cake.
When everyone had a generous slice, he stood.
“I know we are gathered for other reasons, but my daughter-in-law Kalyna flew me here from Canora on this special day. My sons and their wives have always said I can make my home here, which is wonderful. Perhaps it is time to retire here and leave the business in younger hands. I must thank you all for being here and for this delicious feast. Let’s discuss the future tomorrow as I have a vision. Lastly, soon it will be time for children of all ages to don their magical costumes and brave the night.”
He sat down with a mischievous smile and ate his cake.
*
Two Kings and a Queen gathered their band of elves, dwarves, and a faun to venture into the darkness.
A flight of dragons roared into the night ahead of them.
“Never fear,” said Queen Vasy. “Those dragons defend us.”
Flight of Dragons: CF-104 Starfighters at RCAF Station Cold Lake, 1962. Photo: CFB Cold Lake.
Her band giggled and charged along the street towards the first door with welcoming kegs piled with fruit.
The owner, a portly ogre greeted them.
“No trickery, please. Pick some fruit and you’ll receive a piece of candy each.”
He noticed the orange ‘Trick or Treat for UNICEF’ box around the faun’s neck and slipped a dollar bill in the slot.
“The children will thank you,” said Faun Artem. “King Marko values every cent.”
“UNICEF does a valuable job raising money for vaccines, educational materials and other aid for children,” said the generous ogre. “It’s a clever addition to Trick or Treat.”
The band skipped down the street to the next decorated house, where Elf Alisa wore the orange box.
*
An hour later, a tired and happy band of adventurers, some riding royal steeds, approached home, mission accomplished.
Suddenly a large pumpkin flew into their path. It hovered its jagged teeth leering at them.
It’s time for yet another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of 2024, and I’m hoping you’re prepared to be scared. The witching time draws nearer.
Unlike my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights, which is overdue by over two months from the last day my characters appeared on duty. As I aim to write a Halloween WEP flash, it may require some juggling to give it a Ukraine angle, although some of my characters are Witches.
Slava Ukrayini
The other writing news is I’m struggling to devise an acceptable query letter for my police procedural. I’m unsure what books to compare it to, although it must stand up in its unique way.
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October 2 question – Ghost stories fit right in during this month. What’s your favorite classic ghostly tale? Tell us about it and why it sends chills up your spine.
I’ve spent a few days pondering about my favourite classic ghost stories, eliminating some for length like Dracula and Frankenstein and others for being in the wrong season like A Christmas Carol.
Some authors had written numerous scary classics like Poe, Henry James, M R James, Lovecraft, Le Fanu, and even H G Wells… and four female authors are often overlooked, Elizabeth Gaskell, Rhoda Broughton, Margaret Oliphant, and Edith Nesbit. There are even foreign writers and numerous more modern writers to confuse my choice.
The more I remembered, the more I returned to my first choice.
My original choice was The Monkey’s Paw by W W Jacobs which scared me when I first heard it many decades ago. It’s not as frightening or creepy as many others, but the simple formula of being granted three wishes that will end tragically makes it memorable. It’s also a formula cleverly used for an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. There have been numerous radio and television adaptations, including this 1988 Channel 4 short:
The story revolves around the White family, after Sergeant-Major Morris, a seasoned traveler, introduces the ominous monkey’s paw to them. Said to be cursed by an old fakir, the paw grants its holder three wishes, but with a dire warning: the fulfilment of these wishes brings unforeseen and tragic consequences.
If you wish to know more, but don’t have 30 minutes to watch the short film here are two rabbit holes:
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