Dare Devil

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

AN: The rest of this will be based off an event that happened in September 2014 in the Beaufort Sea a couple of miles off Canadian coast. Not gonna give too much away...

"Italics" = Radio from another plane or from the ground.

"What kinda jet did you say this was?" Alfred asked.

"It's a cf-18 hornet." Matthew said. Putting the landing gear up and started to climb. "See anything on the radar yet?" He asked a couple of minutes later.

"Not yet." Alfred said checking it again. "How long was our head start?"

"About three minutes." Canada said. He tilted the plane slightly and looked down. He checked his altimeter and levelled out. "See anything yet?"

"Yep! One blip!" Alfred said. "About one hundred and forty degrees to your right. Shouldn't we be turning to them?"

"No, they're supposed to be finding us. We just keep going the way we are until they're on our tail." Canada said lessening the throttle. "Anymore blips? They are most likely to be flying in formation and only one will show up."

"Nope, still only one." Alfred grumbled looking around for the chase planes. "I can't see them either. Are you sure it was a good idea to have a near sighted person as your spotter?"

"Are you sure it's a good idea to have a far sighted person as your pilot?" Matthew asked.

"At least you don't fly the way you drive." The American pointed out.

"You haven't seen much of my flying." Canada said checking his altimeter again. "My driving isn't bad."

"Dude, you really should be on Canada's worst driver, but that would be kinda unfair because you are Canada." America said looking at the radar again. "Getting really close. I see 'em!" He yelled pointing, but realized that his brother couldn't see it. "Still about one forty to your right."

Canada looked over his shoulder and spotted the pair of jets not too far off in the cloudy sky.

"Air Head to all pilots, exercise starts now! Remember to stay above five hundred meters." The air boss called through the radio. Matthew pulled the jet into a sharp turn and gaining altitude before banking left.

"Holly crap!" Alfred yelped as one of the Canadian planes buzzed by their side. "That was close!"

"Could have been closer." Matthew grumbled keeping an eye on his altitude. "Where are they?"

"One right behind and the other on their wing." Alfred said looking over his shoulder. "How long we goin' for?"

"Until someone has missile lock or fuel runs out." The Canadian said forming a plan in his head. He pushed the stick down and pulled an inside loop.

"Ah! Mattie that's ground!" Alfred yelled holding onto his seat like a life line. Matthew just laughed.

The two younger Canadian pilots dipped down, but didn't follow Matthew into the loop. The Canadian pulled up behind the pair of pilots just as they split off.

Canada followed the one who broke off left and gained a bit of altitude. He knew that the other jet would most likely circle around and be on his tail in no time.

"Ummm.... Mattie?" Alfred asked unsurely. "How many planes are supposed to be in the sky?"

"Just us three." He answered keeping his eyes on the jet in front of him.

"Well, there a lot more than three." America commented looking at the radar. "Looks like six more are getting close to your shores."

"Again? I'll call into Air Head." Matthew grumbled. "Tall Poppy to Air Head."

"Hear you Tall Poppy, what's up?" Came the informal reply.

"Got about six unknown aircraft close to the shore." Canada reported.

"Right. Air Head to Fiasco and Jay, are you seeing the same thing?" The air boss asked. Both spotters confirmed they were reading the same thing in their radars. "Fall into formation and go greet our guests. You make the calls Matthew."

"Yes sir!" They all chirped in unison. The trio of jets got into a triangle formation and flew towards the unknown blips on the radar.

"We're getting pretty close. They're parallel to us." Alfred commented. "See 'em yet?"

"Yep. Two bear bombers and a fighter jet escort." Matthew said spotting them among the clouds.

"Who's?" America asked.

"Russia's." The Canadian answered spotting a single red star on one of the bombers tails.

"Damm commies!" America growled.

Canada ignored his brother and radioed the other two pilots. "Tall Poppy to Tiggy and Zorro, we're going to split. One jet on the right side and one on the left of the Russian formation, another behind. We'll try to establish contact. Do not attack unless attacked."

"Right side." Zorro called.

"I got left then!" Tiggy said.

"I'll take back." Canada said moving into position as they drew closer.

"Wait, Matthew! You can't attack at all! That would be breaking the nation rules!" The American pointed out.

"I'm not planning on attacking them." Matthew said calmly. "But, if they do attack, I'm not going to sit back and watch. I don't know where these bombers are going or if they're loaded, but I won't let them near a civilian population."

"But, Mattie, the rules!" Alfred whined. "We can't participate alongside our people!"

"I don't really care about the rules." Canada said. "Anyway, you're not breaking them, I am. You can't stop me; I will protect my people."

Matthew pulled into to position behind the pack of Russian planes as did the other two. The Russians didn't alter their course when the Canadians approached.

AN: Sorry for my absence guys! Thanks for all the comments, faves, follows, votes and of course everyone who has read this far!! Maybe one or two chapters left. Haven't written them yet. Not sure how I want to end this.