"Xavier Jackson?"
"Yes? Lemme guess, get your stuff and go fly?"
"Exactly,"
I go to my plane. An officer briefs me.
"We have a helicopter heading our way, possibly going AWOL from Nerverak, the pilot claims to be Cartelian. Get out there and escort them back, okay?"
I nod and climb in. The engineer reports 75% fuel and full combat load.
I fly for an hour and a half before the subject helicopter comes onto my radar. I fly by it, it's an Mi-26.
I clear my throat, "attention unidentified helicopter, state call sign, purpose, and destination,"