Turbulence || Top Gun 1986 Fanific

|| chapter 1 :: last flight ||

Around the mountains we go.

"Updates?"

"We lost one, but the other is still on our tail." Flame reports.

I search for Dash and Camper, attempting to get this bogey off my tail.

"100 meter range! Get out of the way before they have missle lock on us!" He yells.

I bank to the left and increase in speed to get the bogey off my tail. It wont budge.

"Dash! Where did you go?"

"I'm trying to escape the second bogey, it started coming after me! You should've distracted them so I could get missle lock 'em!" He yells into his mic. The radio static following isn't the best sign.
That's it.

I slow down immediatly.

"Cupid what are you doin-"

The bogey rushes past us, and I punch it.

"C'mon" I mumble following the bogey, attempting to get missle lock on the target.

"Cupid!" Dash calls.

"There's two of 'em! I can't toss and turn for long!" He panics.

I squint my eyes and focus on the bogey infront of me, almost completely ignoring his call.

Closer...

Beep. Beep.

Closer...

"Permission to fire, sir"

The silence and radio static isn't comforting, but rather like the stressful weight on your shoulders to see the concequences of your actions after you have no clue what you've done. But in both scenarios you have someone's life on the line.

"Permission granted"

I finally exhale.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Gotcha"

And boom.

"Dash keep him on your tail, I'm coming."

I get closer to the bogey on the right, but keeping and eye on the left one as well.

"Range?" I ask Flame, just to be sure.

"100 meters, fire anytime."

The beeping goes off, and the MiG infront of me explodes in a million pieces.

"Cupid he's got missle lock on me!!" Dash yells.

I fly between the MiG and Dash. In attempt to not hit me with the tip of it's nose, it banked to the right, and stopped chasing the Archer 2.
I chased after the bogey, around mountains and above the Atlantic ocean. I couldn't get to it, I guess I'll do something else. I turn right, away from the plane.

"Cupid what are you doing?" Flame questions.

"I'm going back to Dash and Camper. It's going to be easier to take the MiG down. Plus, there's probably more coming."

"Good point, I'll keep an eye on the radar just in case."

"Archer 2, we're coming back for you. We can attack this bogey together."

"Copied" Dash's static-y voice replies. I remember flying with him for the first time, when we we're both rookies. He crashed the plane on his first flight, and it was hilarious. I still giggle thinking back to it now, the shocked look on his face when he was ejected out of his seat and when he was stranded in the ocean.

To go back to that December, I'd do it anytime.

Dash and I, I guess you could say we have history. But we've decided to stay friends. After all, flying with your ex-fling isn't the smartest idea. Although our feelings were genuine, I don't want to risk anything, or let anything get messy. The last thing I need is to be picking up a mess with the bits and pieces of my broken heart.