"The enemy is within missle range, Galm Team, take the first shots!" AWACS yelled.

"Listen Frosty Earwax we don't need you breathing down our necks, okay. We'll handle this just fine on our own." AWACS, unlike my comrads, didn't seem to like what I had to say.

"You wanna die out there that's fine by me, one less brat to handle." I heard him beep out of the network, he had left us on our own.

"Now see what you've done, now we have no guidance! HOW DO YOU EXPECT US TO KNOW OUR POSITION ON THE ENEMY?!" Frost Bite wasn't exactly all that enthused.

"We'll use..." I don't know what to do! What have I gottin' us into?! "We'll use my hearing. I'll be able to give you a estimated where abouts of the target."

"We're all going to die!!!" Frost Bite yelled.

"Just listen to my directions and you'll stay alive." I said calmly. "Okay...we've got a small squadron of...eighteen."

"YOU CALL THAT SMALL!" He yelled.

"I've seen worse case senario's."

!...Flash Back...!

"Is this a good enough present, because if not we can-" Before my dad could finish I tackled him in a hug. "Go fly, go have fun with your friends."

"Yes Sirey Bob!" I saluted him and ran off to the fighter. "Who wants to go for a ride first?" I asked gesturing to my friends.

"ME...OHH OOH...PICK ME...PICK OMEN!"

"Okay Omen, hop on in." Together we climbed in, with me at the controls. "Are all systems go?" I asked.

"You know it, now come on, I wanna get this thing off the ground." I quickly turned on my afterburners and sped down the run way. "WAH HOO!" Omen screamed.

I pulled back onthe flight stick and the fighter jolted into the air. "This is the best birthday present ever! Solo to Pixy do you read me over?" I waited.

"You're flying like a champ girlfriend. Keep that steady pace going."

"Roger that." We flew high into the air, making sure we weren't to low at our altitude level. "It's so pretty up here." I comented looking out my window.

"You know it." Omen commented. We relaxed for a little bit, and it was then I made the hugest mistake of my life. I let go of the flight stick! "Why are the clouds moving upward?" Omen asked.

"Huh...shit!" We had gained too much downward speed, we were in some major trouble. "Omen...the flight stick won't budge!" I pulled as hard as I could. "COME ON!" We were out of the clouds and making steady pace for ground. "OMEN AND SOLO TO PIXY...MAYDAY MAYDAY, WE'RE GOING TO CRASH!" I pulled hard on the flight stick.

"Altitude 400 ft!" Omen yelled.

"SOLO...WHAT HAPPENED...SOLO DO YOU READ ME?!"

"Altitude 200 ft!" Omen screamed.

My mind was strained, I was pulling as hard as I could, it just wouldn't move.

"100 FEET...SOLO!"

I jerked back in my seat, strained my arm muscles, and pulled. The figter jolted upward and became almost even with the ground. I released the landing gears, and we landed in the corn feild. "This is Solo to Pixy...I-I don't want to fly anymore today."

!...End of Flash Back...!

"EARTH TO SOLO! HEY, TINKERBELL, ARE YOU LISTENING?!"

"Huh...oh, yeah...umm..." I looked out my window looks like the dogfight had started without me. "Omen bogie on your right!"

"Roger."

"Talon bogie...behind you."

"Roger, do you need me to cover you?"

"No, you're free to disperse."

"Copy that."

"Frost Bite...what are you blind...he's right in front of you Frosty!"

"I can't shake 'em."

"Allow me to help you with that." I tore away from the group to go find other fighters and took off after Frost Bite. This was going to be a big dog fight. I could sense it in the air, could feel it in my flight stick.

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A mercenaries heart, now strong as is the mind and soul, but all must be tested in time.