With its entire tail assembly sheared off, the Viggen flops about wildly before spouting out its pilot in angry disapproval. "Bagged that SOB! Splash one Viggen!"
By now the wingman had made his way directly across from me, and I enter the turning circle in a neutral situation. Dammit. I need to paste this guy fast.
The HUD airspeed indicator gives me a reading just over 200KTS. My eyes fall back down to the red safety cover. Hey now. I thought I promised myself not to try any more stupid stuff after challenging that Saber pilot to a game of chicken. Didn't I already learn my lesson?
My finger flicks the cover open and pushes the toggle.
Nah.
I jam the stick into my gut, pitching the Mirage into a sloppy Cobra turn. Despite all the wobbling, I manage to get just enough aspect on the Viggen to fire an HSM. The cackle of the sonic boom coincides with a distinct BANG one would commonly associate with compressor stalls.
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