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“Do you see him, Vasily? Where is he?”

“I have lost him, we were with our heads in the clouds too long…wait, is that a wing? Right side, Sacha, fast, he is there, descending in a left turn away from us.”

“Can you get a radar lock?”

“Nyet. This Turk is good.”

	It is frustrating — the transport appears and disappears from the scan, flickering in and out as we close distance rapidly. The Turk frantically maneuvers, desperately trying to prevent me from locking him up for the kill he knows is coming. He slips into the clouds, Vasily and I hot on his trail.I am inside five kilometers now, and can see him, in a gap in the cloud cover. It is just long enough to snap into BVB-close combat mode and lock him up. Now, he cannot escape. I breathe a sigh of relief.I must have had my mike open — Vasily chastises me.“Do not relax, little eagle… the mission is not over, and we nearly lost him when you chased after that second Phantom!” “Da, da. I will make this one count, my friend. Guns, guns.” “Have you no missiles?” “Da. But I wish to teach the Turk a personal lesson.” “Your pride will be your downfall, Sacha —“ This is not the time for a lecture. I cut him short. I have decided. “Cover me.”
	We come out under the cloud base, the Hercules maneuvering for the churning, black waves below us. I have 100 30mm rounds in the tray and my GSh-301 is ready. The LCOS radar pipper is on target, and I get the NP in-range cue. I squeeze off orange tracers.“Take your time-get closer!”
	I close with my prey, he cannot escape, though he wants to very badly. I wing him this time, playing 30mm tracer across one wing, kicking up sparks. I have 30 rounds remaining and Vasily is exasperated.“Quit toying with him, Sacha, like a cat with a mouse! Finish this Turk once and for all!”
	I center on the rear fuselage, at the cargo door and let fly with my remaining rounds. The C-130 bursts into brilliant orange flame, detonating in my path.“Good shot!”

Vasily is switching channels to call the Orel, the FSB destroyer nearby. Perhaps, if there are survivors, we will learn from these IRLF cowards. But for now, our fuel is running low and Sevastopol, a warm cup of coffee and hot lunch, await us.

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