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Captain Tamar saw the complete destruction of his flight leader’s plane. The guy was an asshole, but he was a good pilot.
And Tamar knew that unless he did something amazing, he was going to be thrown out or jailed for what they’d call an “irresponsible loss of control.”
At least his own plane was still flyable.
Intercept and escort them back to base?
Like hell.
They’d unleashed some kind of jamming signal he’d never seen.
He was going to kick their asses.
He ignored everything other than the radar signal, now out at thirty miles. They were at the coast. In twelve miles they’d be safe in international waters.
His missiles could only reach twenty.
He slammed the throttle into afterburner territory and punched after them.
They were seventy seconds to international waters.
He c
