Flight of the Aerials II by Max Million

The leader stood before the small circle of children, 18 in all. "Well, aren't you all precious!" His masked face ran by each of them as his diverse guards watched on. "Now, I'm not going to lie to you. You are never going to see your parents ever again." He nodded to his guards, three went outside. Moments later they returned with large containers, the smell of gasoline radiating from them. "You will never see this building...ever again"

They were taken outside, one by one. The last to leave the building was the leader, lighting a cigar. He stopped by the door and looked at the group. "We're going to have some fun together children...you'll get to be by my side as this world changes." He lit the cigar and tossed the match behind his back, the first floor was engulfed in flames within five minutes. Each child was loaded into a white, windowless van. The leader stared as the vans drove off into the night, the house collapsing behind him, embers floating into the sky. "Auf Wiedersehen, Aerials."

October 22, 2016
27 miles outside of Tehran

"It's a war zone now. Ayatollah Khaled has the entire main square locked down. Legions 18, 117 and 324 are en route, Hind air squadron 2 is closing in."
"Do we have a man in there?"
"Yes General, his name is Alex. Sir, he's an Aerial."
"Good."

Alex stared down the barrel of the gun, unarmed. "An Aerial? I'm flattered. Who knew the High General was so afraid of the Ayatollah?" Alex smirked. "He's not afraid of the Ayatollah, Ibrahim, he's afraid of Tehran becoming a battlefield again." Ibrahim laughed, the sound of rapid fire and helicopters filled the narrow bunker corridor. "You know, they say the Aerials have, powers. I'm willing to put that to the test." He pulled the trigger...too late. Within seconds Alex was on the wall and in front of Ibrahim, the terrorists throat in his black gloved hands. "For King and Country my friend." Ibrahim fell to the floor, dead. "This is Aerial 16, Ibrahim is dead. The Ayatollah was never here. His forces should retreat soon." He turned and walked into the darkness of the corridor, his gloves stained with Ibrahim's blood.