I gun the afterburners and turn around. I lock on to Red 4's engines, and...
Click.
The missile drops to the ground unarmed.
In spite of this, I fire my guns, shredding his left wing, but not taking it off.
R4: "Damnit! I'm gonna retreat, my wing is completely crippled."
"Wait, Red 5, Red 5?! Red 5 Come in!"
M: "Oh my god, looks like Red 5 is dead."
"HQ, we need mobile heavy SAMs, prepare the runway, also prepare my HAL."
HQ: "Yes sir, asking the enginners to do that, out."
M: "Call in a bunch of reinforcements, all armed to the teeth."
HQ:"Roger, reinforcements will arrive soon, we dispatched 15 planes."
I do manouvers and fire an gargantuan amount of bullets in Swat 3's plane
M: "Red 4, aid me and shoot that bestard!"
R4:"He will soon be in the ground, sir."
M: "I need to return to base to get my plane, let's finish this quick."
R4:"Give he'm hell, sir!"
A few secounds ago, I shot more AAM missiles in Swat 3's plane.