The base intercom crackles to life.
"Lieutenants Guerra, Steele, Daxton, and Kelton, report to your planes for patrol duty. Guerra, Steele, Daxton, and Kelton, report to your planes."
(First come first serve here, folks.)
(It would be a bit silly for the entire squadron to go up on a routine air patrol so we're limiting it to four pilots. Sorry if you missed out on this mission, you'll be basically guaranteed to go on the next one as a consolation.)
The technicians have already kitted your planes out as follows:
Mirage 2000C
Rotary Autocannon x1
Heat-Seeking Missiles x6