Me gustas los aviones, (me gustas tú) - Top Gun:Maverick

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They flew in formation, Maverick at the head, Gator to his left and Crow to his right. Mav joined in on the banter as they flew northeast. The job was simple, although, Mav was given an added addition to the mission. His plane was the only one carrying a few extra bombs. Newly developed bombs. 

Mav double checked their altitude and timing as the others continued their story. Something about Gator managing to get caught trying to smuggle out some cookies from the kitchen by an Admiral. And Crow was laughing hard. Crow had a laugh that made everyone else laugh and not for the right reasons. 

“Mav!” Gator wheezed. “That’s the reason we call him Crow! His laugh sounds like a choking bird!” Mav chuckled. Especially when he felt Crow’s disdain.

“Says the man from Florida.” Crow snaps back. 

“Least I’m not from sister fucking Alabama.” Gator snarks. 

Mav laughs. “He’s got you there, Crow.” 

“Oh please, he’s just jealous he’s still a virgin.” Crow says. “Two hundred miles out.” He is far more serious for a brief moment. All of them nodding in acknowledgement. 

Getting back to the banter, Gator retorts. “Your mother would confirm that isn’t true, Crowsies.” 

“Go fuck yourself, Gator.” Crow goes silent and they know to stop. Although it doesn’t wipe the smile from Mav’s face. 

The closer they fly to the objective, the more solemn they got. All jokes and light halfheartedness dissipated. Mav started to pull upwards. “Raise to 12,000 feet.” 

As they slowly ascended, Mav quickly switched to missiles. Going through the mission plan once more. 

They would dive once they were ten miles out, Crow and Gator would drop their bombs on enemy encampments. Mav by then would have sped up two-hundred and fifty knots and instead bomb a more civilian centered area. Although the building he would drop on housed supposed weapons of mass destruction. Mav’s objective was to get rid of those weapons. He wasn’t to ask questions, just to drop the bombs and fly back to the rest of his team. 

“Gator, Crow, stay on objective. I’ll be back.” Mav increased his speed before diving down low. Not more than a few hundred feet above the city's buildings. Quickly switching to a different comm channel as Crow and Gator exclaimed in surprise before diving down on their own. Knowing they shouldn’t question things either. 

Mav stayed low to the ground, swerving to avoid tall buildings, staying far lower than actually needed. Mav didn’t want to risk getting shot down from a distance. The buildings offered enough cover. 

Seeing himself come closer to his mark on his GPS. Mav’s finger hovered over the button, once he pressed it, the first set of bombs would fall. He clenched down on his jaw, his brows furrowing. His morals were getting tested. 

He released the bombs right before he flew over the building, harshly pulling upwards as he did so. Making sure to keep his slant, it would do no good if he blew himself up. It took a few seconds for the bombs to hit the surface and actually blow. The force just slightly pushed him forward. 

Mav kept his speed as he banked left. A large explosion racked through the entire city, Mav felt the heat from it. The building he bombed suddenly went up in flames, an explosion far larger than the one he created in its place. Weapons of mass destruction he supposed.