Y/n's POV
"Comanche, Dagger one, stand by check in." I spoke into the radio as my team and I were flying above the clouds.
"Comanche 11 set. Picture clean. Recommend dagger continue." I heard back.
"Copy. Daggers descending below radar." We go below the clouds and below radar.
Third Person POV
"Daggers now below radar. Switching to E-2 picture." A comms officer said.
Y/n's POV
We're beginning to go lower. I look back towards the Rooster, but then I focus back ahead of us, that's when I noticed that we're getting close to our location.
"Here we go. Enemy territory up ahead. Feet dry in 60 seconds. Comanche, Dagger one. Picture." I said.
"Comanche. Picture clean. Decision is yours."
"Copy." I look over at Rooster for a moment before looking forward again. "Dagger attack."
Third Person POV
The tomahawks get deployed.
"Tomahawks airborne." Everyone in the command room watches on the screen as the tomahawks fly past the F-18's.
"No turning back now." Admiral Bates commented.
Y/n's POV
We all saw the tomahawks fly above us to the enemy runway.
"Daggers, assume attack formation." I instructed. We got into our positions." Daggers set. Proceeding to target. two minutes and 30 seconds in three, two, one, mark." I said as I began my timer.
"two, mark." Rooster said.
"three, mark." Phoenix said.
"four, mark." Payback said.
"Going in." I cracked my neck before turning as I entered the canyon as the others followed. We flew through the canyon, moving left to right, then as we passed an entrenched river the canyon was now covered in snow.
"First SAM, over head." I mentioned as I looked up to see our first Sam as we passed it.
"Looks like we're clear on radar, Smile." Phoenix informed me.
"Let's not take it for granted." I mentioned as we continued on with the same level of caution.
"More SAMs. Three o'clock, high." Fanboy mentioned. I look up to see them before focusing back forwards.
"We got two minutes to target." Bob informed us.
"Copy. We're a few seconds behind, Rooster. We gotta move." Payback said.
Third Person POV
"30 seconds 'til tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip." A comms officer informed as the Admirals watched the tomahawks making their way to their destination.
"Dagger, Command chief. We're picking up on two bandits. Single group. Two contacts." Command chief 11 informed everyone.
"Where the hell'd they come from?" Cyclone questioned.
"Long range patrol?" Admiral Bates said.
Y/n's POV
"Command chief, what's their heading?" Phoenix asked.
"Bullseye, 090, 50, tacked South West." Command chief informed.
"They're heading away from us. They don't know we're here." Rooster said.
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The Best of the Best | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
FanfictionAfter more than 30 years of service as one of the Navy's top aviators, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is where he belongs, pushing the envelope as a courageous test pilot and dodging the advancement in rank that would ground him. Training a detachment of...
