"Tango 1 to Tower, requesting permission for Tango Flight takeoff runway six-fower, over."
"Tango 1 this is Tower, takeoff runway six-fower, over."
"Tango 1 to Tower, message received, takeoff runway six-fower, out. Right-o team, are we ready? Pluto?"
"Loud and clear sir, over."
"Poison?"
"Ready sir."
"Maverick?"
"Fresco, this is Maverick, reading you loud and clear, over"
The roar of twin turbofan jets echoed across the station as Fresco's jet rolled down the runway, rapidly picking up speed. His aircraft was shortly followed by Pluto, then Poison, and finally Maverick. Once all four jets were airbourne a deep bellow hung in the Air as the aircraft disappeared into the cloud.
"Tango Flight, Foxtrot Lima Too-Fife, checking in, form on me bearing Seven-Too, over." Called Fresco on the flight's radio channel.
"Pluto to Fresco, roger that, Foxtrot Lima Too-Fife. Forming left. Over"
After Poison and Maverick had both caught up Tango Flight had formed a arrow-shape formation. They were flying level at approximately 800knots.
"Tango Flight, BREAK, BREAK BREAK!"
A fast paced beeping noise had rung through Fresco's cockpit, this signified a missile lock. The 4 aircraft broke away from each other in 4 different directions and began flying a circuit to identify any enemy aircraft on their radar systems.
"Sir, poison here, I got a single blip on my radar, bearing wun-fower-too, over"
"Pluto, Poison, fly towards the blip on heading wun-fower-too and recon, Maverick, on me."
"Roger that, over" Responded Maverick.
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PertualanganA young Squadron Leader of the Royal Air Force undergoes one of the toughest decisions of his life. It is quite literally life or death.
