Osea in our world(Hiatus)

Mach 3.5

A/N:I have fixed Experimental Unit to fit this chapter

Moscow,Russia

"Alright,everyone,this is all the information those bastards gathered up until now"

The middle age officer Alexey picks a paper from the sheet and takes a look,"New ones"-he thought,judging by the warmth of the paper and the smell of ink.Inside a deep down underground bunker of the FSB HQ,where the cold occupied the hall and ice covered the steel tube carrying water and oxygen to those who living here,having a warm piece of paper on their hand is as addictive as taking drug.And Alexey is no different,fondling his hands along with the edge of the white smooth printed paper,the agent failed to realize that his comrades is waiting for him,until one of his subordinates speaks up:

"Major Alexey?"

"Ah,yes"-The major put down the paper back-"Sorry.Is this from Milika?"

"Not really,most are from him,but there are a few more that came from the other squadrons we have in Vladivostok and the joint patrol group.Some came from the FSB' spies we have there,but not much,since not many of them are superweapon expert."

"Not much to be expected I see"

The major takes a large folder near the top of the sheet and opens it.As he guessed,most are written about American forces,with high ranking officers and number of armaments they have in the region at most,some carry nothing but a simple:Suspected movement.That's worthless,American force aren't that hard to deal with,the FSB is looking for some informations about the Osean forces,if there is any:

"Just a few pages?"-Alexey has found what he wanted to see,but it seemed like the result aren't that much

"It not worth the money spend,but better than nothing"

"I bet on that.Let's see...Osean 297th is the only squadron stationing in Vladivostok,let's see....their aircrafts....A Strangereal' originated aircraft named X-02S Strike Wyvern.This must be the Hawkeye Squadron,am I right?"

"Yes,sir"-A captain sit next to him takes out a piece of Korean old newspapers from the desk and toss it onto the table-"A month and a half earlier,week before the invasion of Shanghai,The Seoul Time has taken photos and printed this monstrous superweapon on the newspapers' first page right after it fly over the city.Which isn't the problem anymore thanks to Milika,but"-the man points his finger on several figures flying along with the Arsenal Bird Justice-"The aircrafts we saw in Vladivostok is from the same Hawkeye Squadron who fly along with the Angel,as you might notice,they are the only unit in Osea using this type of aircraft"

"So,you're telling me that this squadron is the most noticeable squadron from Osea?"

"Indeed.They are the infamous squadron that has taken down the Solntse and Zheltye squadrons,along with a number of our assets in the Eastern front,including Vostok base and the AAS-02 Snegurochka.Milika is the only person to shot down a Hawkeyer,resulting another two to retired"

"Even their best squadron can't defeat my cousin,good."-The major said with a smirking smile-"What about now,have you gathered anything new from him?"

"Yes,but....Ivan!"

Another sheet of papers was dropped down the table from the hands of a sergeant named Ivan.But the Russian major only noticed the top most folder,which has marked with red ink and a note "Osean" on it.Taking no time to waste,he takes down the sheet and tear out the protection in the eyes of everybody looking at him,including the captain.Not far from his expectation,the agents,and of course his cousin,has done their jobs just right:

"Let's start with....James Wilson,23 years old,male,callsign Trigger,nickname..."Three Strikes"...,the man looks exactly like what you expected from a typical American man,I guess that because of the similarity between Osea and the US.I have to admire this man,he's younger than almost all of our airforce,yet impressive static...."