The pilots on the two fighter jets stared at the radar screen showing impending danger and listened to the blaring alarms, utterly stupefied.
"I'd rather believe that the Emperor got screwed by a dog than believe we're being attacked by our own people," a pilot muttered in horror.
Indeed, with Japan's technology, how could such an accident happen?
The pilots were in disbelief, unable to comprehend or accept the ironclad reality before them.
"I must be dreaming. Yes, that's it—I'm dreaming. This kind of ironic thing can't happen in reality," another pilot said helplessly, almost tempted to bite his tongue and end it all. Damn it, how could such a bizarre scene occur?
Despite what he said, he knew better than anyone that this was no dream.
The pilots had little time left; with every passing second, they edged closer to their obliteration.
"Lord Shino, we're locked onto by our own missile," a slightly more clear-headed pilot reported urgently to Ishino Yoko with a hint of panic.
