I sit up in my bed. I walk out to my F-5, with 8 small skulls painted on the nose cone, and my call sign was painted underneath the roosterpit with small white letters. I looked over her, doing a quick visual check, then hopped in the roosterpit.
Once I was out sitting on the runway, I asked for permission to take off. "Roger Phoenix 5, good luck." I pushed the throttle balls to the wall, blasting down the runway. I lifted into the air, and started flying towards the Blockade.