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เรื่องราว MidReal
Skybound Secrets: A Top Gun Mission
สถานการณ์:What if Spencer Reid was call back to Top Gun
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Spencer Reid
intelligence analyst, no direct relationships, tall with curly hair, analytical and introverted.
Charlie Blackwood
flight instructor, potential romantic interest for Spencer, athletic build with sharp eyes, intelligent and independent.
Maverick Mitchell
top gun pilot, friend of Spencer, rugged with a charismatic smile, daring and rebellious.
I was in the middle of a meeting when the call came in.
I didn’t recognize the number, but I’d been waiting for this call for months, so I took it.
"Reid," I said.
"Spencer Reid?"
The voice on the other end of the line was familiar, but it took me a moment to place it.
"Maverick Mitchell?"
I asked.
"What can I do for you?"
"I need you to come to Top Gun," he said.
"Right now."
I glanced at my boss, who nodded at me to take the call.
"Top Gun?"
I asked.
"What’s going on?"
"I can’t talk about it over the phone," Maverick said.
"Just get your ass out here."
"Okay," I said, my heart racing with excitement.
"When do you need me there?"
"Yesterday," he said.
"We’re already behind schedule. Can you be here by tomorrow morning?"
I hesitated for a moment.
"I'll make it happen," I said, ending the call.
I stood up, my mind already racing through the logistics.
"Sorry, I have to go," I said to my boss, who was still watching me with a curious expression.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
"I hope so," I replied. "But I need to leave immediately. It's urgent."
He nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation without needing further explanation.
"Take care of what you need to," he said. "We'll manage here."
I gathered my belongings quickly, stuffing papers into my briefcase and grabbing my jacket from the back of my chair.
As I left the office, I could feel the eyes of my colleagues on me, their curiosity palpable.
I didn't have time to explain; I just needed to move.
The drive home was a blur of thoughts and half-formed plans.
What could be so urgent that Maverick needed me at Top Gun immediately?
Rogue pilots? Advanced weaponry? The possibilities were endless and none of them good.
At home, I threw open my closet and pulled out a small duffel bag.
I packed light: a few changes of clothes, toiletries, and my laptop.
I checked my secure email account and found the classified documents Maverick had sent.
The mission details were vague but hinted at a high-stakes threat involving rogue pilots and advanced weaponry.
My heart pounded as I read through the files.
This was serious—more serious than anything I'd been involved in before.
I booked the earliest flight to San Diego and grabbed a quick bite to eat while waiting for my ride to the airport.
My phone buzzed with a confirmation email for my flight.
Time was ticking, and every second felt like an eternity.
The airport was bustling with travelers, but I moved through security with single-minded focus.
Once on the plane, I settled into my seat and pulled out my laptop again.
I needed to be as prepared as possible when I landed.
The flight attendant's voice droned on about safety procedures, but I barely heard her.
My eyes were glued to the screen, absorbing every detail of the mission briefing.
Rogue pilots equipped with advanced weaponry posed a significant threat—not just to national security but potentially on a global scale.
Anxiety mixed with anticipation as we began our descent into San Diego.
What awaited me at Top Gun? And why had Maverick chosen me for this mission?
The plane touched down smoothly, and I wasted no time disembarking.
A car was waiting for me outside the terminal—a black SUV with tinted windows.
The driver nodded as I approached.
"Mr. Reid?" he asked.
"That's me," I confirmed.
"Right this way," he said, opening the door for me.
The drive to Top Gun was silent but tense.
I watched the scenery blur past, my mind still racing with questions and theories.
When we arrived at the base, Maverick was there to greet me. His expression was serious, his eyes scanning me as if assessing whether I'd be up for the task ahead.
"Spencer," he said, extending his hand.
"Maverick," I replied, shaking it firmly.
"Thanks for coming on such short notice," he said.
"No problem," I replied. "What's going on?"
He glanced around as if making sure no one else could hear us.
"We've got a situation," he said quietly. "And it's worse than we thought."
Before he could elaborate, an alarm blared through the base, red lights flashing urgently.
Maverick's face tightened with resolve.
