Kire: ...Wait, you're not thinking about flying into the bomb, Jet, right?! I can stop it from here! Don't do it Jet!
Jet: There's no time, Kire. This place is going to be turned to ash if we don't do something soon. Don't worry commander, I'll still be flying when this is all done!
Kire: Jet, no!!!
Silence, heartbeat monitor on Kire's side is heard beeping as he kept an eye on Jet's vitals. The heartbeat never changed pace despite Jet's decision. The small city looks up to see a single jet fighter heading for a direct collision course for a missile aimed to destroy it. The scene is broadcasted for all to see. Kire runs out of the room in a hurry to examine the city from the balcony. He is seen screaming but nothing is heard other than the beeping of Jet's vitals. At the same time, Trevosky is seen watching the same exact scene from the safety of his balcony, a smirk plastered on his face.
I guess this is where I say some final words, huh..? (countdown begins. Jet is pondering his thoughts as chaos ensues around him. He stares directly at the missile as he finally gathered his final thoughts) Don't stop flying, Emma...
A long beeping noise is heard, almost like a flatline, but it transitions to a woman far away removing the pie from the beeping oven. She boasts about how her husband will enjoy this pie. In another location, closer to the city, a woman receives an email from Jet. She opens it up.
"Hey Emma, looks like I'm coming home earlier than expected! War is still war so I can't make promises! I'll fly my way right into the face of danger, especially if it means protecting you. Don't lose hope. No matter what happens, don't stop flying, Emma!
- Love, your father, Jetsuno.
There is a small pause before a bright light consumed the skies of the city. No one is hurt and no damages were done. Emma turns to her window, catching a glimpse of the explosion. She looks on in horror and awe before whispering under her breath.
"Was that you, father..?"
Kire is seen yelling at the sky before falling on his knees, out of breath and breaking into tears. The monitor is heard flatlining on all of Jet's vitals. Pieces of Jet's plane fall from the sky to the city below in flames. Trevosky looks at the explosion with a pair of binoculars, scoffing at the idiot who stopped his attack.
Trevosky: Who do you suppose stopped that missile? I doubt it was the city.
Elite: Perhaps a rouge.
Trevosky: Hmph, whatever it was, his suicide was impressive at least.
