118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line

[Mikoyan]

The crews finish and I hop into the pilots seat, retracting the ladder soon after. I wait until I get an 'ok' sign from the crew chief until I begin the startup sequence.

[Ad Bot]

[xxxxkill]

The lights flick back on just as I finish my apple. I put my bookmark at page 325, close the book
I decide to head to the firing range and slip my book under the door, before pulling out my pistol and walking outside.

Dude you got one loose ass door if you can fit a 300+ page book under there

[Comatose]

Dude you got one loose ass door if you can fit a 300+ page book under there

It's one of those really small books that are big as your palm.

[blazerblock2]

I roll up to Claire in my wheelchair and smile, "Glad to see you made it back okay."

[Deoxys And One Noob]

Πόσες περισσότερες διατρήσεις στο πρόσωπο, και πόσα πιο χαλαρά δόντια;", Heon mutters under his breath.

[xxxxkill]

It's one of those really small books that are big as your palm.

Over three hundred pages dude
Unless your papers are like freaking I dunno like one nano-meter thick that's not fitting in there.
But whatever

[NoZoner]

Following suit, I climb into my roosterpit. I'm cleared for startup, and I immediately run through the checklist. I dial in the tower frequency and request taxi to the runway. After gaining clearance, I add power and begin rolling...

[Mikoyan]

I take off soon after and creep up behind Enfield 1, "Enfield 2s joining on your starboard side." I say in my mask's radio, dropping slightly below Enfield 1.

[Comatose]

Over three hundred pages dude
Unless your papers are like freaking I dunno like one nano-meter thick that's not fitting in there.
But whatever

fine I put it in my pocket.


I reach the firing range and click my safety off, finding it completely empty. I pull a pair of earmuffs off the rack, and walk to a stall.

I walk into the stall and find the targets practically demolished. I push the button to reset and begin to fire my Colt, the .45 bullets leaving satisfying holes around the perimeter of the target's head. Eventually, I run out of bullets, and put in another magazine before firing once more.

[HerpaDerp]

"Ok, I still need the ground crews to hook up some more weapons. Jettisoned them all when I hauled ass away from that dogfight. I'll meet you on the flight line in 10?"
hrm

Alexandria's supposed to be my gfs not the new guys

[NoZoner]

The target range is in a secluded pocket on the north side of island, about fifteen minutes away from the base. Throughout the flight, I go over everything I know about formation flying and leading flight elements. Despite going over the information, my knowledge still feels inadequate.

I take a moment to check what I'm given to play with. I'm packed with some AGM-65s, two Hydra rocket pods, and a handful of small dumb bombs. On the range I can make out a sizable group of targets, ranging in size from transport vehicles to large buildings.

"Alright, what do you want to try first?"

[SWAT One]

Yay dumb bombs!

[Mikoyan]

"How about the dumb bo-"

Yay dumb bombs!

"Big gun on the front?"

[SWAT One]

"Big gun on the front?"

Should Greasemonkey weld pirate cannons to the front of the Jet Fighters?

YES                         NO

[NoZoner]

"Sounds good." I search the assortment for suitable targets, and I spot two dummy convoys to shoot at. "Let's try those soft armor columns over there. I'll arrange a coordinated attack."

I flip the master arm switch, and I drag the piper across my HUD to designate one of the columns. Once the coordinates are uploaded, I give the directive.

"Two, attack my target."