Come to your senses, idiots!
22.oct.2120.
KANAR Territory.
The helicopter blades cut the night air. Ahead of them appeared an area illuminated by countless lights. Captain Volkov glanced at the display of the optical station, and at the same time dropped his altitude a little. Now he was flying at thirty meters, no more. He knew perfectly well what kind of object was ahead - the Super Federation had found new adventures for their asses. Now they were expecting an invasion by OMSDON units.
The fact that this Harlington had flown to them a year earlier had not completely brought them to their senses. Their achievement, which consisted in the fact that they stopped exchanging fire, as they had done before, may have added something there to candidate Harlington, but these woodpeckers had sent the remaining stages of the settlement plan to a well-known place. If they had been less stubborn, maybe there would not have been any OMSDONs at their approaches. Now the helicopter was rushing over the illuminated and pitted fields. To a certain extent, Volkov felt a desire to somehow demoralize the people swarming there. Or rather, not to demoralize, but to bring them to their senses. To make them drop everything, disarm their overseers and close the road to the upcoming clash.
Cold reason still said that, unfortunately, it was useless. It was unlikely that the helicopter would demoralize anyone. Most likely, it would have been very difficult for them to simply determine its affiliation - the machine was rushing too energetically.
There was nowhere to hurry - the helicopter, like several other machines of the link, was raised on alert and sent to the missile launch site area - there unknown terrorists were attacking some infrastructure facilities or communications. So far, this was all that was known. Who it could be could only be guessed - to give them credit, it did not look like the SuperFederantists at all.