I see a SAM site tracking me. I fire a rocket and it disappears in a fireball. Suddenly the lock alarm goes wild in my roosterpit, but I don't have anything on radar. I drop flares, and then my back seater reports a sight that makes my hair stand up; "Mattra, I got some 35's on our ass, I suggest you do something about it!" "Roger." "This is Phoenix 5, I have bandits. There's a couple chasing me and I cant get 'em off my tail!"
My WIO reports back to me; "Mattra, they are SU - 35s." "Aw stuff..."