The Razgriz Aces [Book 2]

Final Option

Hey y’all!  Long time no update.  Well, I’m about to change that with the newest chapter.  I don’t have much to say except that I am going to make a joke about a politician so if you are on that politician’s side, I’m just making a joke so don’t flame me for it.

Quote of the Chapter:

“Don’t break anyone’s heart.  They only have one.  Break their bones instead.  They have hundreds of those.”

~Drakari Cruel from the League Series

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Final Option

December 7, 2010, 0704 hrs, Ceres Ocean…

Blaze 

The four of us flew towards a destination unknown to all but Pops.  He knew where he was going which was more than you could say for the rest of us.

Sand Island was far behind us.  I couldn’t even see the distant shore of it.  However, we could still hear some transmissions from them.  At least the ones that involved us.

We had remained relatively silent during the time we had been flying which had been for a few hours.  The radio was silent as well.

“This is the 8492nd Squadron.  We have a visual on the enemy.  Engaging,” The leader of the 8492nd snarled.  I growled as I looked at them high above us.  I knew any minute they were going to fly down here and shoot us down.  It was extremely tempting to go and shoot them down.

“Blaze, you’re not armed,” Pops told me, as if he had read my mind about going after the 8492nd.

“I know,” I mumbled.

“It’s them!” Grimm exclaimed.

“This is Thunderhead.  Roger, 8492nd.  Are those guys really traitors?” Thunderhead asked incredulously.  He sounded unconvinced that we were traitors.  I wanted to tell him that he was right for once but he couldn’t hear me.

“Yeah,” the 8492nd leader said.

“I can’t believe it,” Thunderhead replied.

“You can believe what you want, but it’s the truth.  8492nd Squadron, you have permission to shoot down those planes,” Hamilton ordered.

“Bastard!” I shouted.

“8492nd, roger.”

“I should’ve punched Hamilton harder,” Nagase commented.

“Punched?  Shot is more like it,” I retorted.

“I’ll get you guys out of here.  You all stay with me, now,” Pops said.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.  Grimm and Nagase were quick to follow.

“Good answer,” Pops approved, dipping his plane towards an island below us; the three of us followed suit.  The island was oddly shaped but then again, most islands are, aren’t they?

“That flying style… that isn’t the Colonel, is it?” The 8492nd leader queried.

“Colonel?  You mean the Colonel?  The legendary pilot they used to call Huckebein the Raven during the last war?” An 8492nd wingman asked.  It was about this time that my radar went out.  I could just barely make out the blips that were me, Pops, Grimm, and Nagase.  The 8492nd were nowhere to be found on it.  The question was, where were the 8492nd?  I didn’t care about my radar although I probably should’ve.  No, I wanted to know where the 8492nd were at all times because if they attacked, I would do everything in my power to protect my wingmen.