CHAPTER 1- ONE WAY TRIP

The trio were flying as fast as they remembered through the same multicolored light tunnel they had always zipped through when using the professors teleporter.
They landed in a heap on the hard concrete floor of a huge hangar that Flame and Spyro remembered from when they stayed here while liberating this place.
"Nice landing boys." Jessica said standing in front of them with her arms folded in her presidential attire.
"Teleportation is no picnic sweetheart." Austin said picking himself off the floor.
"No time for small talk Austin, we need to get you guys ready to leave."

"Leave? Where are we going?" Flame asked.
"East, into mainland china." Austin said.
"Austin, this may surprise you, but I have no idea where that is." Flame said sarcastically
"Don't worry, I'm the pilot, I know where we are going."
"What do you mean the pilot? Can't we just fly there ourselves?" Spyro asked.
"That would take waaaaay to long. We can only go about 80 mph by ourselves, but in what we'll be using, we can go…oh…I'd say about 700, 750 if we go with the wind."
"How?"

"Because we will be in this!" Austin pressed a button on the wall and a large mechanical door inside the hangar opened to reveal a three seat fighter aircraft, bristling with missiles, bombs, and other weapons.
"I had Rusty custom build an aircraft for our trip." Austin said
"Who is Rusty?" Spyro asked walking around the aircraft, taking in its detail.
The cockpit opened with a loud mechanical noise and a hiss as it depressurized, and a small dark haired mechanic jumped down from it, his blue jumpsuit stained with oil.
"Guys, this is Rusty, our top mechanic. Rusty, this is-"
"Spyro and Flame! I've read Intel. files about you two!"
"hmm…that's funny…I seem to remember those files being TOP SECRET!"
"yeah…um…I'll catch up with you guys later!" Rusty disappeared behind the other aircraft in the hangar.
"Anyway, the plane has been loaded up with everything we need for the journey, are you guys ready?"
They nodded and three ladders were brought to the side of the fighter, and they climbed in, Austin in the front, Spyro in the middle, and Flame in the back.
As the glass lowered over the cockpit, Austin gave a solute to his men and they dropped theirs.
He put on his helmet and Spyro and Flame put theirs on, theirs being specially made so their spikes and horns weren't restricted.
"Can you guys hear me ok?" Austin said over the radio.
"Yes"
"Yea. Why are we wearing this?" Spyro asked
"Because, we are flying higher than you've ever been before, and the oxygen is limited up there."
"What? How high? Four hundred? Five hundred feet?"
"Try 80,000 Spyro."
"Wow…what are all these buttons for?" Flame asked
"only touch the ones I tell you to ok?"
"Gotcha."
"Spyro, you see the green display screen in front of you? That's the radar. If you see anything on it, tell me immediately ok?"
"Ok."

"Flame, you have the damage control back there. If we get into a fight, you need to keep an eye on our damage. Both of you see that yellow and black striped handle under your seat? Don't pull that unless I tell you to, ok?"
"Ok" they answered in unison
Austin started up the engines and began to slowly taxi out to the runway
"Rebel tower, this is Darkstar one niner five requesting clearance for takeoff."
"Darkstar one niner five, this is Rebel tower you are clear for takeoff, good hunting."
Austin took the jet to the end of the runway and stopped.
"Are you guys ready?"
they nodded
"I suggest you hang on to something."
Spyro strapped himself in, and Austin waited to hear Flames safety harness click into place.
But instead, he heard a large boom, followed by the sound of rockets firing off.
"AAHHHH!!!" Flame yelled
Spyro tapped Austin on the shoulder.
"Um…Austin…"
"He pulled the ejection seat handle didn't he?"
"Yes. Yes he did."
Austin hit his helmet against what was left of the cockpit glass, and couldn't help but laugh as he watched Flame float down to the ground on his parachute and onto the runway in front of the aircraft.
"The one lever I tell him not to pull, and it is the first one he reaches for…hehe I have some hilarious friends…" he smiled as he climbed out of the jet, followed by Spyro.
Austin walked up to Flame, who was just sitting on the runway, with the parachute covering his head.
"Flame…" Austin said
"Don't say it."
"Don't say what? Oh, you mean don't bring up the fact that you have an uncanny ability to pull the one lever out of all of them that would throw you out of the aircraft?" Spyro started laughing behind him.
"I'm just kidding Flame, c'mon, lets get this thing fixed so we can get out of here."

After a few hours, the jet was back in working order, and they climbed back in, went through the safety checks and found themselves back at the end of the runway.
"Ok, Spyro are you strapped in?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Flame, are you ready?"
"Yes, I'm strapped in."
"Ok…here we go!"
Austin pushed the throttle forward as far as it would go.
The G forces were like nothing Spyro or Flame had ever felt
Austin began reading off their speed.
200...250…300…350…400…450…500…
Austin pulled back on the controls, and they were off, higher than either Spyro or Flame had ever flown before.
The aircraft began to vibrate and shake.
"whats going on?" Spyro asked
"We're breaking the sound barrier, hang on, it's going to get rough!"
The airplane was on the verge of losing control, but then finally, the sonic boom signaled the breaking of the sound barrier. Austin turned on the G force suppressor, which allowed Flame and Spyro, who weren't used to going, that fast, breath easier.
A few hours passed as they flew over the Atlantic, and passed over Europe.
"What is that down there?" they asked seeing the lights of a city in the darkness.
"Hmm…according to the GPS…that would be Paris, the capital of France. They are responsible for liberating Europe from black September."
They flew on until they were over the eastern block of the evil empire.
Flame and Spyro were both asleep as they entered restricted airspace.
At first all seemed well, and then an alarm went off on Spyro's radar screen.
"Huh…what is that noise?"
"It's your radar Spyro! What's it say?" Austin said flipping switches and turning knobs.
"Its says…missile lock…incoming. What does that mean?"
"It means grab something stable!" Austin deployed flares to distract the missile and he rolled the jet and flipped it over, doing various acrobatic maneuvers to try and lose it.
Luckily, the missile hit a flare, and exploded.
"Whew…that was close…damn ground based missiles…we need to get higher. Turn on your oxygen."
they climbed for a good ten minutes before the radar began to beep again.
"Oh Jesus what now?!" Austin said over the radio
"umm...we've got company! Two dots…the radar says…MIG 21"
"perfect… wake up flame, this is going to take all of us to win!"

Dogfight! hope no one gets sick, cuz there will be flips, twists and turns!