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Talon One Flight One "Where is he?" I jerked my head around and searched around me, "Talon One, lost contact, request picture." Just then, a flash of metal shot straight up in front of me, Ah, there you are, I yanked back on the stick and went into a sharp climb. "Talon One, ignore last transmission, I've got him," I pressed my throttle into afterburner and accelerated. Suddenly, he flipped over backwards and fell past me, "Damn!" I cried. Pulling back, I watched as he turned over and started to recover control, not this time; I pulled back hard and leveled my sights on him, then I squeezed the trigger to unleash a rain of bullets. The tor

 “That’s insane!” I pounded my fist on Officer Cornwall’s table, acquiring the attention of everyone in the rec-room, “there’s no way! The F-22 can’t take that pressure, she’ll break up and there’s no ejecting from that altitude.” “Actually,” said a short man, stepping forward, “the F-22 Raptor will take the stress of a full stall at that altitude about for approximately one minute, providing the craft isn’t damaged to begin with.” “And who are you,” I asked. “Steve Mikes, Lockheed Martin.” He outstretched his hand, but I just stared at it, &#

 “Sir, captain Lambke reporting as ordered,” I stood at attention before my commanding officer, holding a salute. There were three other airmen in that office: Ted ‘Jango’ Husman, Aaron ‘Ice’ Burg, Jack ‘Sparrow’ Lines, and Sarah ‘Cobra’ Sawyer who was wearing a flight suit like me, telling me I wasn’t the only one called back from the air. “At ease,” said the officer, standing up behind his desk. “Gentlemen, and lady,” he looked ‘Cobra’, “I’m going to cut right to the chase, you are the best pilots this base has to offer. The white house has info

I woke up with a jolt, “ow.” I rubbed my head where it hit the bed above me. My ears were ringing, no, they were whining, wait, that’s not my ears. A siren? Now I was fully awake, I jumped out of bed and quickly got to the door. I grabbed the first person I saw, “what’s happening?” “Get to your plane,” he said, “details will be relayed to your kneeboard.” I thanked him and ran down the hall. I was still wearing my g-suit from yesterday and all I needed to get was my flight gear. I entered the ready room, grabbed my stuff, and was still sliding my pistol into my pocket when I ran out the door