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↳𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 'I said it's just a boys' game, but girls play too'
━━ 𓄼 𓄹 ━━
MIRAMAR NAVAL AIR STATION San Diego, California
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 a matter of time before Fritz and Berlin got paired with Hangman.
So far, Maverick's pairings had been met with no successes. Not one team had managed to take him down. It was slowly becoming less about the mission and more about who could avoid getting tagged out.
Once they were hovering at 6,000 feet in the air, Hangman wasted no time. "Ber-lin," He drawled the name out. "Heard they had to drag you out of a swamp in Florida. Rumor has it that you were pulling for even more time in the reserves." He chuckled. "That just ain't natural."
"You wanna talk about things that aren't natural? I was wondering about your hair. There's no way in hell you don't dye it," she simpered. She knew full well that everyone in the rec room could hear their conversation on the radio.
Jake turned his head and shot her a glare through the cockpit. "I do not dye my hair."
"I found a bottle of dye in the locker room yesterday if you were looking for it, pretty boy," Fritz goaded.
Cam grinned with silent laughter as she clipped her mask all the way on.
Right on time, Maverick's F-18 flew right between them, cutting so close her plane banked towards the starboard side. "Greetings, aviators. Fight's on."
"Strap into that carseat, Fritz," Hangman said. "Bank left, Berlin." As soon as her plane cut towards the left, Hangman nosed down into a steep drop.
"Oh, come on!" Fritz lamented, smacking a gloved fist to the canopy.
Cam watched as he flew overhead. First Omaha, now Hangman. Coyote had also done close to the same thing yesterday. They were all out for themselves, risking their wingmen for the sake of saving face and proving they had what it took to be team lead.
"Berlin, make your move!" Fritz said behind her. "Tally, nine o'clock. Mav's on us."
The chase moved on over the desert heat. Cam tried every evasive maneuver she could safely pull above the hard deck, never daring to move into an offensive position. Eventually, there were no other options. "Can you at least pretend we're on the same team, Hangman?"
