Back to the present, the investigation. What happened further in the press conference? Well that's complicated.
Prof. Zayn agreed to help us to investigate the case further. I never imagined he will agree.
"Have you interrogate the pilots?" I asked Fransis one of my fellow officers
"Yes sir." he answered.
"What did they said about their route?"
"Sir, they said they were moving towards Florida, and suddenly they lost control over their planes and crashed."
"They are all Russians?" I asked.
"Yes sir! Only 1 of them are from Italy."
"What's the exact coordinates on which they lost control?" Prof. Zayn asked.
Fransis went silent and looked towards me.
"Haven't you asked him about the coordinates?" Professor asked.
"N... Sorry sir!" Fransis said.
Prof. Zayn nodded, turned towards me and said, "We've to know the coordinates as soon as possible. Can I talk to them?"
"Yup! Sure." I said.
"Then, let's go!" Prof. exclaimed.
"N.... Now?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"Yep! Why?"
"No... Nothing. Let's move out!"
"Leonid! Can you please give us the coordinates where your plane lost control? Maybe we can send you back home if you help us." Prof. said to one of the pilots, as we sat besides his bed on the hospital. The doctor stood there with us.
"Ya ne ponimayu angliyskiy." He spoke in Russian.
"Ahhh! Yah Sure. Now he doesn't knows to speak English. Fuck!" I startled and called Fransis to get here asap as he knew to speak Russian.
"Leonid! Ne mogli by vy dat' nam koordinaty, gde vash samolet poteryal upravleniye? Mozhet byt', my otpravim vas domoy, yesli vy nam pomozhete." Fransis translated Professor's statement to Russian.
"YA deystvitel'no ne pomnyu, no ... ya by mog byt' 25.0000° n, 71.0000° w." Leonid replied.
"What is he saying?" I asked.
"Sir he's saying that he's not sure, but it might be 25.0000° n, 71.0000° w." Fransis answered, which left both mine and Professor's mouth wide open.
"Fuck!" I yelled.