Great Balls of Fire - (Bradley Bradshaw)

The Bar

Kylie's POV:

       As we finally arrived to my hotel in San Diego and dropped of my stuff in my room. I hop on the back of my Dad's bike and we made are way to North Island to Top Gun. As we arrived to TOPGUN, we saw a jet starting to take off, I looked up smiling seeing the place that made my dad an amazing hero. My dad started to gain more speed with his bike and you held on to him, not wanting to fall of the bike. He chuckled seeing the way you reacted and patted your hands, as he pulled into a parking spot for his bike and then turned it off. As we got off the bike and walked in, I was looking around seeing all the different photos of fighter pilots and even a picture of my dad Maverick and his very good friend Ice. It was a picture of them shaking hands after my dad lost his friend Goose, during his training at TOPGUN. I walked over to my Dad who was looking at a picture of Iceman as he was Commander of the U.S. Pacific Fleet. I placed my hand on my dad's shoulder.

"We'll see him soon dad. I now we will." I told him and I squeezed my hand.

"I know we will, Kiddo. Come on, they're waiting for us." Maverick told me and I nodded and we made are way to the conference room, seeing two older men waiting for us.

"Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. You reputation precedes you." The man told him.

"Thank you, sir." My dad said told him.

"Wasn't a compliment. I'm Admiral Beau Simpson. I'm the Air Boss. I believe you know Admiral Bates." The Admiral told him.

"Warlock, sir. Must admit, I wasn't expecting and invitation back and especially with my daughter." My dad told Warlock.

"They're called orders, Maverick. And we are happy to have Kylie here as well." Warlock told my dad and I smiled hearing that they are happy to have me here.

"You two have something in common. Cyclone here was first in his class back in '88." Warlock told us.

"Actually, sir, I finished second. Just want to manage expectations." My dad said with a smile and I tried to hold back my laughed hearing him say that. 

"The target..." Warlock started to say and hit something on his tablet and we looked back at the screen.

"is an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. The uranium produced there represents a direct threat to our allies in the region. The Pentagon has tasked us with assembling a strike team and taking it out before it becomes fully operational. The plant sits in an underground bunker at the end of this valley. Said valley is GPS-jammed and defended by an extensive surface-to-air missile array serving a limited number of fifth-generation fighters, which in turn are backed up by a plentiful reserve of surplus aircraft. Even a few old F-14's." Warlock informed my dad.

"Seems like we're not the only ones holding on to old relics." Cyclone told my dad. 

"What's your read, Captain?" Warlock asked my dad.

"Well, sir, normally this would be a cakewalk for the F-35's stealth, but the GPS-jamming negates that. And a surface-to-air threat necessitaties a low-level laser-guided strike tailor-made for the F-18. I figure, two precision bombs, minimum. Makes it four aircraft flying in pairs. That is one hell of a steep climb out of there, exposing  you to all the surface-to-air missiles. You survive that, it's a dogfight all the way home." Mav informed the Admirals with a plan. 

"All requirements for which you have real-world experience." Warlock told my dad.

"Not in the same mission, sir." My dad told Warlock and looked back at the screen. 

"No. No, someone's not coming back from this." My dad told them. 

"Can it be done or not?" Cyclone asked.