"Missile! Missile!" Fatty shouted hoarsely.
"Don't worry, General." The pilot smiled reassuringly.
"..."
"Missile! Missile!" Fatty was terrified.
"I know!" The pilot snapped impatiently.
"..."
"Missile! Missile!" Fatty was still yelling.
"Shut up!" The pilot lost it, ignoring rank and yelled angrily.
The fighter jet rolled, the nose suddenly pulled up. As the jet engine roared, Fatty grudgingly shut his mouth, watching in horror as the missile on the radar got closer.
The entire fighter jet squadron dispersed only when the missile entered the lock-on region. After launching their own decoy intercept missiles, the twenty-four jets coalesced into twelve two-plane teams, scattering like a blooming trumpet flower.
Years of experience in missile interception meant these pilots were not flustered, and all their actions were swift and precise, timed to perfection.
