Austin let out a soft yawn as he listened to Scott give out mission details, his hands attempting to work quietly as he ate at the plate he had-like back on the Stormcloud- covered it until he could hold no more, his throat producing a soft content hum as he chewed his Omelet. The night had been rather average, it got really hard to get to sleep when he didn't know that his girls were safe.
I miss the patrols already He thought to himself, setting his plate to the side as he finished it, Taking a sip of his scorching hot coffee
Even if they were boring, I was at least able to be home in time to make a meal!. The pilot dismissed the thought, keeping his mind focused on the task at hand-or trying to.
"This should be interesting!" The man stood up as the briefing finished, stretching himself away as he started to clean up, putting his cup and other utensils into a pile as he looked at his squadron. His eyes fell upon Rodriguez, the other pilot whom flew the Viper. He was interesting, to say the least, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was friendly, or Social....or maybe it was his beard? It could be both,but the viking-loving pilot didn't have time to think of weird stuff like that. Austin gave a nod to him and said a friendly word or two before heading towards his beloved Eagle, wanting to go and do some checks on his aircraft seeing as he had forgotten to order his paint and models.
Viking let out a sigh of relief as he started to see the jets taxi out onto the runway, his canopy already closed as he stared out at the world. Just to humor himself, and possibly his squadmates,The pilot started to sing
A fitting song, only to stop as Scott spoke. "Beer? Why beer?" He asked, strapping on his oxygen mask and bringing his visor down as he started to take off "Beer doesn't agree with me....". The eagle slotted nicely into formation, it's paint job bright and disorientating in the sun, luckily he was in the back. The pilot started to sing again as they passed the capital, his eyes searching his radar and the horizon for any specks of dust he could make out- he hoped not, he didn't really ever get to crack jokes in the Eagle and he wouldn't risk doing that while in the middle of a Furball.
"All right, folks," Scott said, coming back on the air and cutting through the peaceful flight. "Split up, and let's get busy. Charnel, Viking, Stalin: goood hunting, and keep our asses covered. The rest of you, follow me in. We'll take it in three waves."
St. Helen scanned frequencies from her back-seat position, and spoke up as the Major from the previous evening came on the comm-channel.
"Attention, Black Knights, this is Major Constantine. We are marking out positions with green smoke. Repeat, our positions are marked with green smoke, and our forces have pulled back to within the city limits. Anything on the roads outside of Sinnamary can be considered hostile forces, over!"
"Copy that," said St. Helen, relaying the information to the rest of the flight. "All targets with green smoke are friendlies, anything outside the city to the North-west is a hostile and we can engage at will!".
Austin started to pull off from the formation, joining up with his Flight on the right hand side of the Su-35, looking back at the other three as he leveled his plane. "Wilco....Hey, whoever gets first kill gets a shot on me!" He smiled behind his mask, taking a deep breath as he kept up with the Russian plane as best as he could "Well, you know, unless it's me!". After a few minutes Stalin spoke up, making him nearly jump out of his harness as he was focused on Hawk flight.
"Squad Stalin here, be advised: I've four bogeys heading inland at grid 552091, bearing 087, flying at low altitude. Break. Viking, Charnel, they look like air-to-ground from here and I don't think they want to drop good presents for our guys... it would be embarrassing if any of you get hit by those slugs, so be good and fuck them up, da? Break. Hawk flight, watch your 2 in case those kretyny target you guys instead."
"Copy, seems we will have something to shoot AFTER all!" Viking said bluntly, his eyes peering down to look at his Radar, adjusting until he could see the Bogey's. They looked awefully small for fighters, and the Straight wings made him cock his head "Are those midget A-10's?" He asked aloud, adjusting his seating to get the best look "Definitely armed...they're not near Green smoke...". Austin leveled his plane, his thumb hovering over what he loved to call the 'Death Button', checking to see if the 'safety' was off before launching his AMRAAM and calling "Fox Three!". This was going to be a fun day....
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