The landing goes smoothly. Bell hobbles away on crutches towards the HQ. I slink my way past my own hanger, and to my surprise, there's a new, unpainted Typhoon sitting in the hanger. I smile and inspect the vehicle. It's grey with a white nose; standard production colors. A technician is finishing up putting on tail numbers. There is an ECM suite on a trailer sitting next to the aircraft. A 30mm autocannon lays on the floor of the hanger. I hop up and cling to the side of the aircraft, looking into the roosterpit. It's a glass roosterpit, no more manual displays like the MiG's famous RWR panel. I slip in. Finally! An aircraft where I don't risk shattering my loving kneecaps on ejection.
I look at the side. Capt. Cassius A. Kissinger is painted under the canopy's seal. A couple kill marks have been already painted on, they are colored differently than they usually are, perhaps because I lost my last aircraft. One is substantially larger. There is a discolored MiG with a crack in it and a red line through the middle. I notice there paper with a cutout of the acronym "PoW!" in a comical style, as if it were in a comic book. The paper is laying on the floor, alongside a box cutter and paint brush.
Someone's got a sense of humor.
Poll