I'm in the middle of the flight, breaking off after refueling from an allied tanker.
Thanking the crew over the radio, I continue towards Valhalla airbase, with nothing but water and sky in sight.
It sure is lonely up here, so I've been listening to a South Aesthian broadcast over my secondary radio; however, I'm still listening for any transmissions that might happen to come in, and the Hornet is fully armed, not like it will useful for a long-range return flight.