The AWACS calls me.
"Tempest, we have a small object on radar, crossing the pond bearing ninety, vector to target twenty, altitude 50,000, range, 200. Identify this aircraft before it reaches Yuktobanian airspace. Weapons hold."
"Why wouldn't you the Yukes go get it?"
"We aren't supposed to be a burden to them, remember?"
I fly for the target with supercruise. It takes me a while but I find the target and discover that it is a RQ-4.
"I found your contact, it's an unmanned drone. No markings," I report.
There is about a minute of silence.
"Copy, that's not ours or Yuktobania's. Destroy the drone,"
"Copy,"
I line up and give I a burst. It hits the drone straigh on. The drone crumples up and falls away.
"Picture clear, return to station,"