"Are you stuffting me?" I say, scrambling to fold up the lawn chair.
I hid the stuff next to a maintence bench in the hanger, and wait for my ground crew. They show up quickly.
"How long?" I ask.
"It'll be about 3 to 5 minutes,"
I get in my G-Suit and climb into my plane. The ground crew give me full racks of missiles, a full belt of cannon, and two drop tanks.
I turn on the engines, try start with a whine as the spool up, and then turn over to a roar as they actually turn on. The first few planes are already heading for runway nine. I join them, and take off.
"Blackwater to all pilots, a sizeable enemy force is attacking a patrol over the ocean. You are to intercept them. Bearing 15 degrees, range 100 miles, angels 10,"
As soon as I take off and get to altitude, I activate supercruise. My plane hits it's Mach 2 supersonic cruise speed.