Scott listened quietly, a look of concentration on his face throughout the briefing. The news about the advanced aircraft was pretty bad; their current aircraft were no real match for such beasts, and he had doubts that even something more modern would've been a contest. Once again, he was surprised and shaken by how rapidly technology advanced in the face of war, and how said it was that it seemed to be the only place innovation really sprang up. 
The immediate mission was the next piece of information, and he took copious notes as the commander advised them of their objectives: a straightforward (yeah, right!) sweep of the skies above Oured. While his plane wasn't made for air-to-air, it wasn't a slouch either, and would certainly be capable of taking on the bombers, if not their escorts. The comment about afterburners made his grimace though - the A-7 was likely the slowest plane in the unit, being sub-sonic and not possessed of an afterburning engine, and he'd drag the group down at this rate. All the same, the mission had been briefed and the old saying went: Plan the mission, fly the plan. It was there to take into account unexpected events, and it was a tactical pilots' job to react to changing situations. 
The lights went back up, and he followed the others out of the room, lost in thoughts both of the mission, and the rapid changes in the world. 
The scale of attacks was frightening, from what they'd been told: Numerous cities and installations attacked by a group in possession of advanced aircraft, and nobody claiming responsibility for them. Shaking his head, he followed the others back in the direction of the operations centre with the aim of swapping his flying gear for a new set, and loading up on water and energy bars before heading back out to the flight line - time was at a premium, and while he'd love to have had the luxury of a shower and a break, this was a rolling situation. No doubt a state of emergency had been declared, and they were either under war conditions or a hairs-breadth away from the same, and that meant a changing of the rules - and a lot of days and nights with little sleep or rest. All the same, if global peace was at stake, it was his job to do what was needed.