Tu-214 Novels & Stories

"We have twenty minutes until wheels down at Catania. The local ground teams have already prepared three armored SUVs at the hangar. No license plates, full tint." Tex stood slightly apart from the rest, his arms folded tightly as he leaned his heavy frame against the cabin wall. His dark eyes shifted from the map table directly toward the front of the plane, locking onto the back of Giordano’s head. Tex's hand was resting casually near his waist, his thumb lightly brushing the fabric of his tactical vest where his favored sidearm was secured. "I still think we should have left the playboy bastard in Monaco," Tex grumbled, his flat voice barely carrying over the hum of the jet engines. "We d

She leads me, to the back of the mansion, where there were a lone warehouse that were as big as an aeroplane hangar, well it is an Aeroplane hangar, but we knows that it wasn’t used to store aeroplane, instead it was full of my order. As Lee Han Na men opened the large slides door to the Hangar, the views inside of it were in full displayed, in it there were 2 Apache helicopter, 2 Mi-17 MEDEVAC carrier Helicopter, 10 T-14 Armata Main battle Tank, 2 Guarder Plasan Mobile Command Centre, and 3 Samil 100 Mounted Bateleur Rocket launcher fully loaded and another 500 rockets ammunitions on standby. The rest of the mountains of boxes were all, new batch of weapons, all AK rifles, handgun of all ty

“Bring it up.” Immediately, a detailed map of the world displays across the monitors with red dots on some places and some set of numbers and letters running along their side. “I’ve chosen a few heavy-duty missiles from all over the world, Mia,” he explains. “You use your Tekna power to launch them on those red dots on the map. That's the only one way the missiles can be launched without the governments being able to detect and stop them.”

Liana could hardly believe her eyes when she stepped onto the private airstrip. The morning sun glimmered against the smooth, metallic surface of the jet that sat proudly in front of her—sleek, elegant, and painted in a deep pearl white with subtle gold accents that shimmered as the light hit them. The Carver crest was engraved discreetly on the tail, but the real detail that caught her breath was the name written near the cockpit in delicate script: Liana C.

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