I am shaken awake.
"Xavier Jackson?" A man asks with a think Yuke accent.
"Yes?" I reply.
"You've been called to go on patrol,"
"Damnit,"
I get up groggily, and go to a short briefing. They tell me I'll be patrolling the ocean to the north. I groan and walk for where my aircraft is. It's 4am, but it is comfortable and clear. The head technician is waiting.
"What are ya giving me?" I ask.
"Four long range, two short, seventy-five percent fuel with two drop tanks,"
I climb in and sit down, the first thing I do is plug in my oxygen system and take a breath. It wakes me up a bit. I put my helmet on and close the canopy. I didn't take notice to who else I was supposed to be with on this mission, I might as well wait to see who got forgeted over with me.