Episode 46. Spinning Threats. Part 1. Deft Response.

Episode 46 of Freedom Flights is set in June 2025 and will be released in two parts, as I post them. Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in the next part. I have also continued to write each scene in 3rd-person limited POV.

I’m trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to focus on just a few RL incidents from a specific month, along with character and squadron development.

Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached and rebuilding begins, I will continue to write more episodes. Perhaps after that, I can finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and Chayka Air, their aviation business based in Canada.

We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite unexpected interruptions. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

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Episode 46. Spinning Threats. Part 1. Deft Response.

2025

Tuesday, June 3rd – Covert Drone Base, Kharkiv Oblast, Ukraine

With a Ukrainian flag behind them, Canadian sisters Clodagh & Darina Kearney began the live broadcast of their podcast Kearney Encounter by welcoming viewers worldwide.

“Two days after Operation Spiderweb, Ukraine’s daring attack on Russian airpower,” said Clodagh. “We are pleased to have aviation journalist Aaron Garcia, who writes for Vuelo del Águila, here to assess its significance, especially in light of the burgeoning drone war and his current assignment.”

The shot cut to the tired Spaniard. “It was fortunate I was investigating the increasing use of drones on the frontline… drones that are becoming more deadly in their application.”

The screen changed to footage from one of the Operation Spiderweb drones approaching its target, a Russian bomber, past thick black smoke from another targeted bomber.

“This was an audacious attack,” said Darina. “What have you learnt so far?”

“From the announcements by Zelenskyy and the SBU security service, who conducted the operation, this took 18 months to organise. Four Russian bases were attacked, two were thousands of miles from Kyiv, and 41 of Russia’s expensive and impossible-to-replace planes were hit. The damage is still being assessed in terms of the total number destroyed. However, 34% of Moscow’s strategic cruise missile carriers were damaged or destroyed, crippling their ability to destroy Ukrainian civilian targets.”

As footage from some onboard drone cameras played, Clodagh asked, “We can see planes being hit with some explosions. Can you identify what they are?”

“Piecing together these images and satellite mapping images, I can agree that there are indications, so far, of at least 13 airframes that were destroyed. Four Tupolev Tu-95 four-engine turboprop-powered strategic bombers and four Tupolev Tu-22M3 supersonic, variable-sweep-wing, long-range strategic and maritime strike bombers were destroyed at the Belaya airbase. Four Tu-95s and one Antonov An-12 turboprop transport were destroyed at Olenya.”

“Weren’t there four bases struck?” asked Darina.

“Five were targeted, but the attack on the Ukrainka air base failed when the truck exploded. No images have yet emerged of Dyagilevo or Ivanovo, partly because cloud cover has obscured satellite analysis, although most damaging for Russia would be the loss at Ivanovo of one or two Beriev A-50s, their airborne early warning and control aircraft based on the Ilyushin Il-76 transport plane. Therefore, the number of aircraft destroyed or damaged could be higher.”

“How did Spiderweb unfold?” asked Clodagh. “Ukraine isn’t meant to have long-range drones.”

“The plan was masterful,” replied Aaron. “117 Osa drones were manufactured in secret locations in Ukraine, with almost nobody aware of their ultimate target. These  ‘Wasp’ quadcopters, each with a payload of just over 3.2 kilograms, were smuggled into Russia, then hidden in the roofs of several wooden containers built to resemble regular mobile wooden cabins. These sheds were loaded onto trucks and driven by unsuspecting Russian drivers towards their target destinations. Once each truck stopped, the roof was raised by remote control, and the drones took off.”

“According to Zelenskyy, each drone had an operator in Ukraine,” said Darina, as a Russian video played. “That’s probably why these Russians were unable to stop the swarm of Wasps emerging from this container.”

The screen showed confused Russians watching, then trying to stop the emerging drones.

“Unsuccessful and the only incident that’s emerged so far,” said Aaron. “Maybe this is why the Kremlin has played down the attack. Although there was considerable damage to their bomber fleet, Russia will have to disperse its fleet across multiple airbases, but Putin will find a way to continue large-scale strikes aimed at overwhelming Ukrainian air defences. They will retaliate with whatever survives. I fear Russia’s Tu-160 fleet is largely still intact.”

“Despite the damage, which is being assessed fully,” said Clodagh. “The Ukrainian officials claim the current destruction is US$7 billion, achieved with $2000 drones.”

“Masterful, as I said. Will Trump remember telling Zelenskyy he has no cards, when this hand was already due to be played? A polka-play?”

“And today, Ukraine pulled off a daring underwater attack on the Kerch Bridge,” added Darina.

“However, I have a different mystery,” said Clodagh. “We’ve received this footage that claims to show Ukrainian Gripens operating somewhere in Western Ukraine. It can’t be genuine, Aaron?”

He studied it, knowing, as the Kearneys must, that only one squadron flew the Swedish jet.

“A clever compilation of different pieces, using AI to smooth out the discrepancies. It’s well-documented that Sweden is already training Ukrainian pilots to fly Gripens. Those jets could have the Tryzub fin flash emblazoned on them. Whoever created this also edited footage of Gripen Cs and Ukrainian Mirages together, focusing on their delta-wing similarity. AI would produce canards and create the illusion of the same flight of jets over Ukraine. Where was it supposedly taken?”

“Somewhere near the Polish border with the suggestion that Poland is where they are based. But a mélange of footage, stitched together with AI threads,” said the sisters in unison. “That makes perfect sense.”

“If Poland is involved, it’s only as a safe NATO territory to train Ukrainian pilots in. More likely on F-16s as their air force uses them.”

Swedish Air Force Gripen C underside in flight, 2012. Oleg V. Belyakov – AirTeamImages. Location: Farnborough (FAB / EGLF), UK – England. Gallery page: http://www.airliners.net/photo/Sweden—Air/Saab-JAS-39C-Gripen/2279593/L Photo: http://cdn-www.airliners.net/aviation-photos/photos/3/9/5/2279593.jpg

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Recreation Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Conchita Gutiérrez Garcia grinned at Marielle Simonova Oliynyk, who was watching the podcast with her.

“Great answer, Aaron. Enough expert opinion to convince most viewers… for now.”

“More action will be needed, though,” said Marielle. “We need to see what Kalyna and Vasy suggest.”

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Wednesday, June 4th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

All the meeting’s participants recognised the urgency of the situation.

“Aaron Garcia’s deft response bought us time,” said Maksym Bondarenko in Lviv, by encrypted chat via his code talker, Aenoheso Little Hawk. “How quickly can you resolve this, as we’ve discussed?”

“Our eight pilots are ready to fly the two flights of Gripen Cs to Dęblin tonight,” replied Marielle, and Nauja Tall Gull sent the encrypted response to Lviv and Dęblin. “Can they return with MiG-29s, Raphaëlle?”

There was a pause from the Polish base until the Witches’ Commandant, Raphaëlle Balode, sent an encrypted reply via Tayanita Brave Beaver.

“Only five MiGs. But we can also send the remaining Mirages,”

“We had another suggestion, Maksym,” said Kalyna. “Well, our vet does.”

“My initial impression of the base,” said Taisiya Martynyuk. “When Tryzub and I met the other K9 handlers, it felt like a training complex for search & rescue… especially with the medevac helicopters. Even behind that surface impression, it takes a while to see the broader operational squadron. Is there a way to build on this training image?”

Everyone paused to allow Maksym time to deliberate.

“Coincides with a strategy I was developing,” he said. This squadron has been unusual for some time. Special because of its personnel and equipment makeup. Training is one of the areas, whether it’s F-16s, Mirages, or Gripens… even K9 teams like Anhelina & Quetzal, who you assigned to protect me. Testing equipment, too. How do you plan to proceed?”

“An open day, promoting our search & rescue team and dispelling rumours we’re purely a military base defending Western Ukraine. We’ll send you the details and an invite soon,” said Vasy.

“Interesting,” replied Maksym. “I’ll sign off until later.”

Kalyna thanked him, then turned to Janina Patriksson.

“You had a maintenance issue to discuss.”

“With you all, including Raphaëlle. We’re struggling with a shortage of spares, particularly for the Tigers, given their high sustainment costs. Do we cannibalise the oldest or most-used airframes, as some air forces do? Although we’re getting MiG-29s refurbished at Dęblin.”

“The UAF is hoping the Australian government will gift their Tiger fleet to them,” said Conchita. “If that happens, we might benefit, although attack helicopters face numerous threats on the front. AI will also make drones tougher to defend against. We need to mitigate such dangers. We need to buy time and source spares extensively.”

“Chayka Air has the contacts,” said Kalyna. “We’ll emphasise the urgency.”

“I’m hoping our Mirages are not so vulnerable now that the French government supports us,” said Raphaëlle. “The Gripen resolution removes them from combat-wear. Sending them here, to Dęblin, still allows us to devise strategies against threats such as drones and for training pilots.”

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Tiger in flight 2012. Author: Peng Chen

Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland

Raphaëlle watched the eight Gripens and three helicopters make perfect landings at Dęblin.

Twenty Night Witches gradually alighted, including five maintainers from the NH90 TTH Caïman, whose pilot, Capitaine Aline Bonheur, greeted her in French, kissing her on both cheeks.

“Some of us you know, but I’ll let the others introduce themselves. The six pilots returning to Chayka Field with the MiG-2s await a briefing beforehand.”

Raphaëlle switched into Ukrainian, although colleagues translated when required.

“While our maintainers take charge of your craft, let’s go upstairs. We need to discuss all the arrangements.”

The two Gripen flight leaders, Kapitan Adriana Pavlenko and Kapitan Anzhela Havrylyuk, led their six pilots and the three helicopter crews to the office.

Upstairs, the other aircrew were waiting to welcome their sisters.

“You got your wish, Joëlle,” said fellow French-Canadian, Lyana Rudenko, when Joëlle Vanaga came in with Adelita Palomo.

“I’m co-piloting Delta Tiger for Adelita, since her normal pilot, Conchita Gutiérrez, is one of the new Dispersal Officers.”

“Conchita suggested that Delta’s usual crew take over our Charlie Tiger,” said Adelita. “I’ll be training pilots like Joëlle how to fly Tigers.”

“With our help,” said Echo Tiger’s pilot, Dragica Lukas. “My co-pilot, Marichka Petrenko, and I had hoped our former Australian Army bird would have more combat miles in her.”

“Like Delta, although both are ideal for training and conducting anti-drone experiments,” added Adelita.

“Being newer, Sierra will still return to Ukraine when needed as transport and for search & rescue,” said Aline. “However, my crew and I are here to be involved as required.”

Meanwhile,  the eight Gripen were discussing their switches to MiG-29s.

“We don’t need to return immediately,” said Anzhela. “We can eat first.”

“Even leave early morning,” said Adriana. “We left pilots with two F-16s and three Mirage 2000-5Fs on overnight duty-“

“Plus, four attack helicopters,” added Adelita. “So, no hurry deciding who’s staying.”

The Colombian twins, Tamya and Killa Echeverría, shook their heads.

“Already decided,” said Killa, and Tamya concluded, “We’re staying.”

Raphaëlle nodded and winked at the sisters.

“I admire decisive decisions… whoever the reason. As for the two remaining Mirage 2000-5Fs, I’m recommending Lieutenants Noémi Tamm and Lyana Rudenko join our sisters at Chayka Field.”

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Saturday, June 7th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Warrant Officer Corynn Amsel saluted as the Chayka majors approached her with Colonel Maksym Bondarenko and an official, whom Maksym introduced.

“I invited Nataliya Khomenko from the State Emergency Service of Ukraine to see how you prepare your K9s for Search & Rescue work.”

Nataliya shook Corynn’s hand and gestured at the dogs and handlers.

“My colleagues and I have received impressive reports of your team’s SAR operations in Kyiv and elsewhere. When Maksym told me about this Open Day, I had to come.”

Corynn was relieved they’d upgraded their agility course and added simulated scenarios, including a ruined building with hazards. Handlers and their K9s were assigned to demonstrate every training stage.

“If there’s anything in particular you’d like to know or see, ask me or another handler.”

“Let’s start with your GSP. How long have you been together? And how do you all keep your companions so healthy?”

“Rikke and I’ve been together for six years, almost all her life. She was bred by the Canadian Forces Military Police, with whom we both served until the end of December, when I volunteered with four other Canadian handlers to come here. We’ve cared for the dogs together, but now we have a veterinarian as well.”

Corynn waved over and then introduced Taisiya Martynyuk and Tryzub.  Nataliya studied the pair briefly but approvingly.

“I guess your service was costly, but I’m glad your East European Shepherd was unscathed. Commendable that you became a veterinarian.”

Taisiya smiled but shook her head.

“I was already a vet. Now, we’re learning to be an effective K9 unit from others.” She pointed at Katiuska Meléndez, whose Siberian Husky, Treka, was sailing around the agility course. “Despite Treka’s size, they’re an experienced search and rescue team. Until I saw them operating, I feared Tryzub would struggle, especially in confined areas.”

“How do you cope with your prosthesis?”

“Incredibly well considering she plays football,” said Corynn. “If you’re here this afternoon, there’s an adaptive football match at 1400.”

*

Maksym allowed Nataliya to follow Conchita into the terminal.

“So, where are your other two medevac helicopters? Like the Black Hawk you’ve often used, reportedly.”

“We used to keep a few rotary craft in here, before we developed the base. Now, especially with Russia’s increased attacks, they’re dispersed to outlying sites. The Black Hawk is hidden in a glade, where the flight crew and maintainers camp. Our larger NH90 is elsewhere until she’s needed.”

“A second SAR base?”

Maksym wanted to avoid mentioning Poland, so he said, “UAF experimental research, like drones. We need   to show you the veterinarian and medical clinics in the basement, before the press briefing at 1130.”

*

Vasy had arranged for one section of the Sanctuary to be set up for key personnel to answer questions arising from the Open Day.

“We’re sure, as you toured this SAR facility, there were concerns,” she said. “Like the purpose of this underground area so far from the training facilities.”

“Definitely. What are the rooms off the corridors?” asked a photojournalist at the front. “The empty ones, my apologies to the owners of the obvious bedrooms.”

“Accepted,” said Janina Patriksson. “I also work from mine when not overseeing helicopter maintenance. Those areas double as air raid shelters, and over time, we want to attract those needing safe homes and workplaces.”

“But wouldn’t a direct hit trap everyone down here?” asked SAR official, Nataliya.

“Planned for,” said Janina. “We have an early warning system to allow time to evacuate open areas. Every corridor has a back entrance to ground level.”

Whispers rippled through the audience until someone asked another question.

“Where do your dogs live and eat? Mine are always with me.”

“As are ours,” replied Taisiya, stroking her K9. “Tryzub is my constant companion. All the handlers would say the same.”

“Why did you call him Tryzub? That’s almost too blatant, yet patriotic.”

“He was already named when he rescued me. His owner was a soldier killed on the frontline, so the Ukrainian Trident felt appropriate.”

Before the naming could be discussed, the journalist took a photo and posed a sensitive issue, which Vasy had expected.

“Everyone saw your medevacs and heard gunfire and jet noises for K9 training. But how many of the rumoured fighter planes in the area are part of your defence?”

“Squadrons are using local roads as airstrips to confound the Russians. In an emergency, our facilities can be used,” she replied, pointing at the time. “The Adaptive Football match starts in 30 minutes, and our veterinarian must get ready immediately.”

*

Nilda proudly watched Cauã giving the team their final words of encouragement. This would be their first Home match. The new scoreboard proclaimed FK Zarptitzі .v. FK Khrestonostsi, the Crusaders, who won the First League final in Kyiv.

“Who dreamt up the name ‘Zarptitzі,” asked Maksym, who was sitting beside her on the new tiered seats. “I suspect it’s Chayka in origin.”

She’d seen a Firebird on every aircraft’s nose, and Maksym knew.

“It was a team decision when they moved here.”

Suddenly, everyone stood for the Ukrainian national anthem. Then came the coin toss. And Khrestonostsi kicked off, making an immediate charge to score. Fortunately, the goalkeeper made a one-armed save.

“Brilliant, Olha,” shouted Anhelina Tkachuk, who, with Quetzal, her Siberian Husky, was protecting Maksym. “I’m so pleased my cousin, Olha, has found her niche in the team.”

“That’s where Adaptive Football brings new life and hope to our wounded,” said a representative from the CBA Initiatives Center. “We work with the Ministry of Veterans Affairs of Ukraine and believe sport gives more veterans the opportunity to rebuild themselves.” She paused, then asked, “Can we expect Polina Moroz to use her well-publicised kick?”

Nilda knew the strategy from watching practices and chuckled.

“Perhaps, I’m just the coach’s interpreter.”

A clever pass by a Crusaders player released their striker on a break towards goal. He clipped a brilliant left-footed finish past Dmytro Kovalchuk, which Olha deflected with her residual arm. The ball dropped, allowing the Crusader to score.

Olha clasped her arm in pain.

“Right on the wound,” said Anhelina. “Playing without a prosthesis certainly causes more injuries. Poor Olha.”

Fortunately, the first 25 minutes ended, and the players returned to their respective dugouts for treatment, refreshment, and a half-time strategy talk. Osinniy and other medics ice-sprayed bruised limbs, while Cauã encouraged the team to stay focused.

“We’re only one goal down with the special move ready to surprise them.”

“Unfortunately, after your Kyiv demo,” said Nilda. “Polina’s speciality is well-known.”

“That photo,” said Dmytro, grinning. “Perfect time to exploit that expectation.”

As Nilda translated for Cauã, he adapted the team’s formation and made the allowed substitutions.

When the teams returned to the pitch, the crowd had grown, and partisan support was evident in the cheers.

The Zarptitzі players moved the ball around defensively at first, giving Khrestonostsi the impression of concern.

“Are they scared of conceding another goal?” Maksym asked Nilda.

“Not quite. They’re working up to one.”

She grinned as they pushed forward and the Crusaders began marking Polina tightly and drifting away from her teammates. Even when Dmytro was closing on goal, his single marker just closed his angle on the goal.

Instead, Dmytro flicked the ball as expected, and Polina dropped one crutch, moving as if to leap. The defenders moved to block the ball, failing to see Taisiya drop her crutch to perform a perfect bicycle kick, propelling it past a stunned goalkeeper into the back of the net.

Nilda embraced Cauã.

The crowd was cheering, even some bemused Khrestonostsi fans. Her teammates, especially Polina, engulfed Taisiya.

“I thought Zarptitzі only had one acrobatic player,” said Maksym.

“We did,” replied Nilda. “Until Taisiya was recruited in Kyiv. Since then, Polina has been teaching her how to do a bicycle kick with a prosthesis, and then without.”

“Today she scored,” said Cauã.

On the pitch, Zarptitzі were playing for a draw as the whistle blew. Both teams embraced and began sharing experiences. The fans mingled and celebrated their mutual passion.

When Nilda finished embracing Cauã, once he came off the pitch, the Crusaders coach came over with a friend, whom he introduced as Lutsk’s Mayor.

“When I welcomed the Khrestonostsi team after their spectacular First League victory, I didn’t realise Zarptitzі existed or that a SAR facility was the cause of the unusual rumours locally.”

Before anyone could say anything, the klaxon signalled a scramble. K9 units, medics, and flight crews ran to their helicopters.

Nilda whispered to Cauã, “I’m not on duty, nor is Polina Moroz. But let’s help Taisiya get her prosthesis on.”

Anhelina readied Tryzub, while Osinniy checked both her med bag and Taisiya’s vet kit.

When they were kitted out, Taisiya, Tryzub and Osinniy hurried to the Black Hawk, which had landed beyond the arena.

“This isn’t an exercise,” Nilda announced. “Bad Russian timing.”

“But a chance to demonstrate a speedy SAR scramble,” added Maksym.

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MPA – 3,250 words

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Slava Ukraini

Heroiam slava!

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HEADLINES

Russian Strategic Bombers Destroyed In Unprecedented Wide-Scale Drone Attack (Updated): https://www.twz.com/news-features/russian-strategic-bombers-destroyed-in-unprecedented-wide-scale-drone-attack https://www.twz.com/news-features/russian-strategic-bombers-destroyed-in-unprecedented-wide-scale-drone-attack

Confirmed Losses Of Russian Aircraft Mount After Ukrainian Drone Assault: https://www.twz.com/air/firm-evidence-of-russian-aircraft-losses-after-ukrainian-drone-strikes?utm_source=pushly

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Episode 45. Underground Advances. Part 2. O Jogo Bonito.

Episode 45 of Freedom Flights is set in May 2025 and will be released in two parts, as I edit them. Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in the next part.

A crucial point for some readers, football = soccer, not American Football, as you will realise, especially given my characters’ nationalities. As well. There are references to a key football scene in Freedom Flights: Episode 23 – Witches Troupe – Part 2, as it impacts events.

I have also made a POV change in this episode. I realised that almost all the modern Freedom Flights episodes are in a 3rd Person Omniscient POV, whereas the Night Witches origin story was written in a single 3rd Person Limited POV, and the Chayka Air creation chapters I’ve written each scene in a 3rd Person Limited POV. The latter is what I’ve attempted to use this time, with some male POVs for a change.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to focus on just a few RL incidents from a specific month, along with character and squadron development.

Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached and rebuilding begins, I will continue to write more episodes. Perhaps after that, I can finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and Chayka Air, their aviation business based in Canada.

We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite unexpected interruptions. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

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Episode 45. Underground Advances. Part 2. O Jogo Bonito.

2025

Wednesday, May 7th –  Arena, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Dmytro Kovalchuk had woken briefly to register the naked blonde slipping out of the bed. Now, she was flat on her back, a bare leg stretching against a crutch. Nearby, her prosthetic leg was lying safely on a bench.

“You slipped out hours ago, Polina. Have you been exercising out here while I slept?”

“Not quite. Marusya and I flew our Tiger to a safe dispersal site. Then, we raced back, but you were so cute sleeping, I came out here alone.”

Before they could josh around more, Cauã and Nilda jogged over to the arena, and he inspected it.

“Good pitch. Right size too. Intended?”

“It was our K9 training area,” said Polina. “Until Dmytro suggested placing the obstacles outside to create an outer ring. A step towards a real sports complex.”

Nilda raised her hand, translating for Cauã.

“You’ll quickly learn what he understands,” said Dmytro. “Football is our common lingo.”

Cauã grinned, holding up his thumb.

“Now I must see what your star can do.”

Polina stood and, using just one crutch, dribbled one ball accurately through a line of cones.

“Excellent. Only one crutch, not two. Skillful.”

“That’s my Polina. Sad her bicycle kick needs her prosthesis.”

“Not anymore. Ball, please.”

She let Dmytro flick it to her, dropped the crutch, and leapt backwards into the air using her normal leg to strike the ball with force and precision.

Cauã and the others were amazed.

“A Brazilian skill. Fearless and agile,” said Cauã. “But how?”

“Secret training and a few falls,” said Polina.

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“Our coach believes in you,” said Dmytro, as they lay in the arena looking at the night sky. “I want you here, my treasure. Naked, blessing this ground.”

Polina slid out of everything and onto his waiting body.

“Quieter this time,” she moaned. Or the dogs will hear us.”

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Thursday, May 8th –  Sanctuary, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Lóránt Bátori finished making additions to the assessments from Janina Patriksson’s team, then gazed at the captivating woman who had turned his life upside down… in the best way possible. Maybe when today’s priorities were resolved, they could sneak somewhere private, and…

“Dreaming of possibilities?” asked Janina. “Tell me more.”

For a moment, Lóránt considered his options, but erred towards priorities.

“This building was designed to withstand the loads it would be subjected to as a terminal, but not to endure an aerial attack. We can expand the space safely as you planned. However, I’ve proposed some modifications that require materials not typically used in this type of structure.”

He slid the adjusted assessment across the table to Janina.

“By unusual materials, I presume you mean ones usually found in aircraft manufacture. We may have some here, but short of cannibalising our existing airframes, we’ll have to turn elsewhere.”

“Or increase existing load-bearing structures considerably,” replied Lóránt. “If you want to sleep on it… I’ll help.”

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Sunday, May 11th – Viktor Bannikov Training Complex, Kyiv, Ukraine

Tetiana Matsyshena plays for Kyiv’s Burevi. Photograph: Anastasia Vlasova/The Guardian

Dmytro led Polina and his teammates to the stands, where Cauã was waiting with Nilda and their other friends, including Isla Clacher with Kenina.

‘Good timing. The Crusaders from Lutsk can win this First League final,” said Cauã. “Did you arrange our demonstration, Dmytro?”

“Of course. After this match, but on another pitch.”

“There are other amputee women here,” added Polina. “Both inspiring and tragic to see… and children too.”

Nilda, now his constant companion, translated for Cauã, even though his nods suggested he understood.

“Too many innocents,” he replied. “This game makes a better future.”

Everyone agreed. Dmytro knew all the team had an immediate purpose, but making drones wasn’t a future. But as a community with a shared struggle, maybe there was something to build on.

By the final whistle, FK Khrestonostsi, the Crusaders, outplayed the Kharkiv-Dnipro side Nezlamni 3-0, winning the First League.

“They’ll lift the trophy at the Awards Ceremony,” said Dmytro. “After the Super League match, but first we’ve got to leave for our demonstration.”

He led the team and their supporters to where another side, which intended to join the growing leagues, was showing their skills.

“Another mixed side,” said Polina. “With some talented players, especially that young woman. Makes me nervous.”

“Why?” asked Cauã. “Your play is assombroso.” He looked to Nilda.

“He means, ‘amazing’. I agree, since top Portuguese players are assombroso.”

Polina blushed, and Dmytro hugged her.

“When you finish,” said Cauã. “Prove me right.”

As the other team came off, Dmytro led his team on, and they ran through their moves. Dribbling balls, neat passing patterns, intuitive flicks, swift breaks, feigned shots on goal, and their goalkeeper blocking well-placed balls.

With their allotted time running down, Cauã shouted for their set-piece… four defending and three attacking.

Although rehearsed, the defenders were unsure when Polina would strike or who would make the flick pass. The first run was a feint by Leonid, with Polina dropping her crutch, distracting the defenders, so Dmytro could attempt to score.

Then Dmytro feinted, but Leonid flicked the ball, and Polina dropped the crutch again. While the defenders were confused, she backflipped, and her bicycle kick propelled the ball past the goalkeeper.

International friendly football match between the Sweden women’s national team and the Germany women’s national under-19 team. March 3, 2007, in La Manga, Spain. The player in yellow performing the bicycle kick is believed to be Swedish player Caroline Seger. Photo: Associated Press (AP) photographer Marcio Jose Sanchez.

Spectators were stunned, then broke into applause as Cauã shouted, ”Ukrainian style. O jogo bonito.”

The entire team was surrounded, especially Polina.

“You know, some referees call that a foul,” said a photographer. “Not me, that made an amazing picture.”

“Impressive. I’m Taisiya Martynyuk, and my K9 is Tryzub,” said the young blonde woman, whom Polina had been impressed with earlier. “Can you do that every time?”

Dmytro, proud of Polina, had to answer.

“Every time now she’s perfected her new approach… without a prosthesis.”

“I had to change when I learnt the rules,” said Polina, admiring Tryzub. “Same when I lost my leg, I had to adapt to using my prosthesis. One of life’s many challenges.”

“Says my girl who learnt to fly a combat helicopter.”

The blonde looked at Polina with amazement, then asked, “Hasn’t your leg grounded you? Our wounds can… change us.”

Dmytro knew he’d drawn more attention as others listened too. So, he tried to sidetrack.

“We’re all trying to do our bit for the war effort… like building drones.”

Dmytro luckily noticed Isla Clacher and Kenina were now distracting Taisiya.

He led the team back to the main ground, arriving as cheering erupted when Pokrova beat Shakhtar in the Super League, triggering celebrations. Then everyone stood to sing the National Anthem.

As everyone prepared for the Trophy Presentations, Taisiya approached Polina and quietly asked who her unusual team was.

FK Khrestonostsi (Crusaders) lift their trophy. Photograph: Anastasia Vlasova/The Guardian

“They were a team from Kyiv, but since signing me, they became part of the base’s family, where my squadron flies from.”

“Are you the only amputee there?”

“I have a fighter-pilot sister with an arm prosthesis.”

“A sister injured with you?” asked Taisiya, voice shaking.

Polina wondered what the reaction meant. But responded, “We’re actually a squadron of women-“

“The Night Witches,” said Dmytro.

Cauã added, “Our team needs women with style. Join, please.”

“Our K9 squad would welcome you too,” said Isla.

Before Taisiya could answer, an air-raid siren interrupted the peace.

**

Monday, May 19th –  Arena, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Isla Clacher watched as Kenina sped around the obstacle course outside the football pitch. Her fellow K9 handlers cheered as the German Shepherd cleared the final wall.

Isla’s radio beeped, and she answered, nodding. Moments later, a camouflaged 4×4 swung through the base’s entrance.

The vehicle stopped beside her, and Taisiya Martynyuk climbed out, with Tryzub.

“Fellow Night Owls and K9 handlers, meet our newest recruit and experienced vet, whom I told you about. She can tell you more.”

Aldona Jagoda came over, comparing the size of her Belgian Malinois, Taika, to Taisiya’s Tryzub.

“Yours is the largest Shepherd I’ve seen. Is he a VEO? Was he hard to train?”

“Tryzub is an East European Shepherd, but I didn’t train him initially. He trained me.” Everyone laughed before she added, “My partner and I were near the front rescuing abandoned dogs, when a Russian bombardment destroyed the house we were searching inside. Lyuba was killed instantly…” She paused, closing her eyes.

Vostochno Evropeiskaya Ovcharka (VEO). Standard. Date. 19 July 2019. Author: Meikel175

Isla could see Lyuba had been precious, so she let Taisiya continue when ready.

“I was trapped under rubble, but an injured dog crawled to me. Helped me survive until we were pulled out. I lost my leg and my sister, but Tryzub found me. A neighbour said his owner was killed in the fighting. Since then, we’ve healed and trained together.”

Isla guessed they’d be wrong to pry deeper. Instead, she introduced the K9 team.

“Great to meet you all, and over time we’ll learn more,” replied Taisiya. “Now, my 4×4 is full of veterinary resources, which I’ll put in whatever you use as a veterinary clinic.”

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Monday, May 26th –  Sanctuary, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Dmytro, Cauã, and Lóránt were studying the new screen on a wall in the Sanctuary’s relaxation area.

“Does this show where every aircraft is?” Dmytro asked Conchita and Marielle. “After the massive raids over the weekend, we wondered why so few came back here.”

The two Dispersal officers nodded.

“Pretty much,” said Marielle. “Every craft or flight has a call sign, and most are at our twelve Dispersed locations or here.”

“Except for Golf and Hotel, which are in Kyiv,” said Lóránt. “Working or waiting for orders?”

“On medevac duties after the devastation,” replied Conchita. “Mercifully, Vasy and Kalyna had the system operational before then, as the squadron was all scrambled. So, we had a better idea where everything was.”

“Then we could allocate landing locations quicker, with the correct maintainers,” added Marielle. “We’ll need to make a few improvements and additions.”

“Like a means for keeping track of your husband,” joked her friend. “Which reminds me, Aaron needs to update me on his drone assignment near the front.”

Dmytro stood and looked to where his colleagues were working. “That also reminds me I ought to ensure that our drone order gets finished today. Not as urgent as the special task a few months ago.”

Cauã winked. “Was that the one my guard hurried me away from?”

“Probably a Special Forces guy code-named Medler, hinted at an operation to shake Russia.”

“Medler? Sounds like Ruslan Medved,” said Conchita. “His sister, Tamila, is a Witch in Blue Flight. After this weekend, Ukraine needs something to hit back.”

“At least our allies have finally agreed we can use long-range missiles,” replied Dmytro. “Tragic it took the largest Russian attack in three years, and so much destruction and trauma to reach that crucial decision.”

*

Lóránt was relieved when Janina came into the Sanctuary with some maintainers. She collapsed onto the couch beside him, exhausted.

“More damaged aircraft?” he asked. “From the attacks?”

She shook her head.

“Almost none. But keeping some of these birds flying takes a lot of love and attention. Have you been assessing our progress?”

“Once we checked the new flight screens. The extra accommodation areas are working, so we won’t be so cramped upstairs. There are some additional projects we might need to tackle as required.”

“Once this becomes a safe haven for families, we’ll discover more. A creche might happen sooner than when Conchita and Marielle give birth.”

“The gym upgrade has become a priority… now we’ve attracted a football team.”

“That’s been around for longer than you think.”

Some chairs over, Dmytro was reminiscing.

“Last June, Polina’s bicycle kick goal won the match between the Tigresses and the Witches at Dęblin Sports Stadium.”

The Dęblin “School of Eaglets” opened its modern sports facility in May 2021: Photo facebook.com/lawdeblin

“With her prosthesis?” asked Cauã. “Meaning they have two teams.”

Dmytro shrugged, then smiled as Polina walked across the room with Marusya Dudziarz.

“Great to have you both back.” He embraced Polina and mentioned Cauã’s query.

“Not since we left Dęblin, but we have kickabouts.”

“But now there’s an arena,” said Marusya. “Plus, multiple coaches. Don’t forget Cecilija Lusk played semi-professional in Canada.”

Noticing the footballers, Taisiya came over with Tryzub and, seeing Olha Tkachuk, Polina waved her over.

“Also, Olha has agreed to be the amputee women’s team’s goalie. But I pray future members are already playing”

“Amen to that, wouldn’t wish our injuries on anyone,” said Taisiya. “Nor what Tryzub went through. I’m praying the augmented vet clinic only treats minor mishaps to the K9 squad.”

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Episode 45. Underground Advances. Part 1. Stress Dynamics.

Episode 45 of Freedom Flights is set in May 2025 and will be released in two parts, as I post them. Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out, while others may be resolved in the next part.

A crucial point for some readers, Football = soccer, not American Football, as you will realise, especially given my characters’ nationalities. Also. There are references to a key football scene in Freedom Flights: Episode 23 – Witches Troupe – Part 2, as it impacts events.

I have also made a POV change in this episode. I realised that almost all the modern Freedom Flights episodes are in a 3rd Person Omniscient POV, whereas the Night Witches origin story was written in a single 3rd Person Limited POV, and the Chayka Air creation chapters I’ve written each scene in a 3rd Person Limited POV. The latter is what I’ve attempted to use this time, with some male POVs for a change.

I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… although they might fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to focus on just a few RL incidents from a specific month, along with character and squadron development.

Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached and rebuilding begins, I will continue to write more episodes. Perhaps after that, I can finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the  Chayka Family and Chayka Air, their aviation business based in Canada.

We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite unexpected interruptions. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.

Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.

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Episode 45. Underground Advances. Part 1. Stress Dynamics.

2025

Saturday, May 3rd –  Sanctuary, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Chief Warrant Officer Janina Patriksson smiled and nodded at her Assessment Team seated in their temporary office on the lowest level of the terminal building. Then she turned to Sanctuary’s inspiration, Major Vasy Chayka, and handed her a data stick.

“These are our observations and suggestions. As you suspected yesterday, the original designers claimed this area could withstand a plane crashing into the terminal, and the ceilings should support considerable debris falling from the upper floors.”

Vasy inserted the drive into her laptop, and she studied the report.

“I note the side corridors and unused spaces could become bombproof rooms, too.”

“Some of the dividing walls are not load-bearing, while others could be strengthened, although we need to triple-check our calculations. However, we can proceed with some of the expansion, albeit the aircraft work remains our priority.”

“Impressive work, team. I’ll inform the squadron and ask for assistance,” said Vasy, closing the meeting.

As the group disbanded and the maintainers were returning to their duties, Flight Engineer Daria Jankowska made a final suggestion.

“Do you remember Professor Lóránt Bátori and his Dynamic Stress demonstrations?”

“Of course,” said Janina, smiling as she remembered the strange expert with his brilliant ideas… and their pleasurable time together. “You’re going to suggest I track him down via Anatol. My pleasure.”

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Monday, May 5th –  Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine

Dmytro Kovalchuk looked down from the Puszczyk, trying to make sense of the approaching airfield with its neglected buildings and runway. The only pristine area was a grass arena.

“Where are all your aircraft?” he asked Marusya Dudziarz. “Your Tiger?”

Marusya and her other passenger laughed.

“Where the enemy can’t find them… dispersed and hidden.”

“What you see is what the Russians report,” said Janina Patriksson, the original passenger. “A K9 training area with an abandoned terminal and some run-down outbuildings.”

As the Puszczyk descended through the trees, Dmytro noticed figures preparing to hide the helicopter under camouflage netting.

Another greeted Janina as she disembarked with Dmytro.

“How was Dęblin? Did Anatol help?”

“Not exactly him. Flight Engineer Daria Jankowska, please meet Dmytro Kovalchuk. He might know where Lóránt is.”

“If the guy I met in the hospital is your Hungarian professor, then I’ll let you know… soon.”

Dmytro waited while Marusya ensured the Puszczyk was back with maintenance. He then followed her to the arena, where Polina Moroz was practising her football skills.

As always, the slim blonde… and her skill captivated him. He could have watched her all day, but Marusya interrupted her friend.

Polina spun around and threw herself at her lover, kissing him greedily.

“Dmytro, I’ve missed you desperately. It’s been too long.”

“I’d have come sooner if I’d known you were in Ukraine… and hungry. Now I’d stay if I didn’t have crucial work. First, I need your ball mastery.”

“Here in public?” she asked teasingly as she removed her T-shirt.

He laughed and noted her watching friends. “Inside.”

*

Once they’d satisfied their longing, Dmytro admitted his real meaning.

“There’s an amputee football league I play in. My team needs a striker, and I thought of you.”

“Not my body?” She snuggled closer. “I knew what you meant but guessed what we needed. Let’s talk seriously as I give you a tour of the hidden Chayka Field.”

“After first visiting you in Poland and earlier today meeting unfamiliar Witches, there had to be more here.”

*

Sitting in the Zvenigora Restaurant after the tour allowed Dmytro to clarify some details.

“I understand your commitment to the squadron makes it impossible to train with us in Kyiv, but I might have a solution.”

“I commute by air to training.”

Players during amputee football tournament held in Kyiv. (Source: Dan Balashov)

“Not quite. But mine needs time we don’t have since the two-day tournament is on the weekend, unless Witches bend time.” They giggled before he continued. “Your arena is the right size as our matches are played on pitches two-thirds of a standard pitch… so perfect. If I can persuade my teammates to move here, would you play for us, please?”

“I’d love to. But you mentioned your crucial work. What about that?”

“We make military drones, as you do. You mentioned utilising your planned Sanctuary extensions, some for workshops. Why not ours?”

“Sounds incredible. What kind of drones?”

“Ground-launched FPV type for the front line. Not like yours, but perhaps we can collaborate.” He winked but avoided saying more. “Did you hear about the amputee football team Khrestonostsi or Crusaders? They formed in Lutsk in late December and began recruiting new members.”

“Too busy flying. Are they your team?”

“We’re nearer to Kyiv, as our coach is there. He’s from Brazil-“

“Home of the ‘Beautiful Game’. He’s welcome here-“

“That’s a problem… he’s a POW.” He had to broach the subject… now. “A teammate, Leonid, met Cauã Pacaembu when they were both having prosthesis modifications. Cauã’s guard was unobtrusive until Leonid mentioned coaching, but now the guard attends sessions too.”

Dmytro watched Polina’s reaction as her frown turned to a smile, and she waved a familiar friend over.

 “Sergei, what do you know about security on foreign mercenary POWs? Dmytro’s football coach, Cauã, is Brazilian.”

He thought before replying.

“Not as tight as for Russians. Possibly because Russia won’t exchange him for a Ukrainian. Sadly, Brazil’s stance is neutral in this war. Can we talk to Cauã?”

“His Ukrainian and Russian are basic, and nobody speaks Brazilian,” replied Dmytro.

“But we have two Portuguese pilots,” said Polina. “They may help us resolve this. We also have military police.”

Dmytro knew why he loved this devious and sexy woman.

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Tuesday, May 6th – Hennadii Udovenko Diplomatic Academy of Ukraine, Kyiv, Ukraine

Lóránt Bátori waited in the entrance of the Diplomatic Academy of Ukraine for his anonymous visitor. Or should it be friend as the message said? He was about to walk back inside to find a seat when he saw her… Janina Patriksson. When she reached him, he embraced her passionately.

“You hadn’t forgotten me,” Janina said. “I prayed you hadn’t, but guessed you wouldn’t. Let’s talk somewhere else, please?”

“There’s a perfect Georgian restaurant nearby. Lunch on me after a short walk.”

He noticed her studying him and wondered if he’d let his appearance slip, or if his limp was obvious.

“Am I still your scruffy professor or worse? Anyway, what’s up?”

“Still my Lóránt. Yes, the Night Witches need your expertise, and yes. I left the University to take charge of the maintenance of their airframes.”

“Still my Janina. My exalted grease monkey Queen. Yet those Valkyrie need my help. Interesting, but food first.”

He led her inside the Chacha Bar, and the owner, a friend, led them to a secluded corner.

*

“You don’t feel confident in your findings, Janina.”

“Always, but your unusual insights would help us. Still interested?”

“When do we leave? How?”

“Now, if you’re free… and by helicopter, naturally.”

Before they could make plans, air raid sirens echoed across the city. Still fearful of raids, Lóránt led Janina to the nearest shelter on Volodymyrska Street.

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SW-4 Puszczyk – by Łukasz Golowanow, Konflikty.pl

An hour later, Lóránt was leaving Kyiv, glad he was back with the love of his life. Since the Puszczyk was small, Janina immediately introduced him to their two pilots, Sergeant Odrija Kalniņa and Capitã Nilda Silveira. However, with the other passengers, Nilda took over.

“The K9 officers are Corporal Isla Clacher and Kenina, her German Shepherd, ex-RCMP. They’re taking this Brazilian football coach, Cauã Pacaembu, to meet the Witches’ star player. If you need to know more, that’s up to him.”

Lóránt had learnt from Janina about Nilda’s mission to talk to Cauã in Portuguese and understand his manipulation by the Russians, but not much more. Should he pry?

“I need friends,” said Cauã. “If more about me helps, ask.”

“When did you leave Brazil?” asked Lóránt, sensing the war was too raw.

Cauã replied… in Brazilian, so Nilda translated.

“He says, ‘I didn’t want to leave my country. It was home, but I had nothing. A Russian offered me work two years ago. In Russia, but he supplies a one-way plane ticket and visa.”

“You met this man?”

“At their embassy in Sao Paulo, where he gives me everything, even a Brazilian passport… when we reach the airport. Eventually, I arrive in Moscow, where I’m taken to a room that I share with five others. All six of us do dangerous work for little.”

Lóránt recognised the scam, but asked, “You couldn’t leave?”

“Not when they have our passports, and we have no papers. Once our visas expire, we are forced into the army and sent to the frontline with little training. With a gun at my back, I’m forced to fight and almost die. Back then, death seemed like the only escape.”

Studying Cauã, his tragic tale sounded true. Like Lóránt, he had a prosthetic leg, both from a war that was drawing their lives together.

Rolling up his right trouser-leg, Lóránt felt ready to talk… amputee to amputee.

“You lost your leg fighting. I lost mine when my apartment was bombed. I’m free, but we must help you build your future. What do you need?”

While Nilda was translating, Lóránt looked at Janina. She smiled approvingly and then pointed at his leg and nodded.

Cauã replied, a broad grin on his face.

“He thanks you for your friendship and needs freedom to stay here and teach others The Beautiful Game,” said Nilda. “Cauã is not our enemy; Putin and his Kremlin cronies are.” Grinning, she added, “O jogo bonito.”

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MPA – 1,602 words

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