Go to: t."
"Mossie 7, go"
"Mosquito 8, go"
"Mossie 9, no go, CPU thinks I'm at 3000 feet already."
"Ach, don't you just love prototypes, Mossie 10, go"
"Mossie 11, go"
"Mosquito 12, go"
"Alright, 5 and 10 pair up, 6 and 9 get your arses into gear and join us as soon as your lancers are checked out."
Ross flicked her transmitter over to the tower frequency, "Tower, this is Mosquito flight, 10 birds requesting permission to taxi."
"Roger Mosquito 1, be advised your flight plan shows 12 birds."
"6 and 9 failed pre-flight."
"Roger, you are clear to taxi, and to take-off, the pattern is empty."
The Lancers burst out of their hangers, moving quickly to the runway, where they rushed into the sky, rising quickly into the red glow of the setting sun.
The Lancers flashed out of Hyperspace into the Alpha Centauri system, and instantly collision alarms blared through the cockpits, Liana Ross looked up from her displays, and slammed on the brakes, the other Lancers quickly following her lead.
She looked carefully forward, blinked, looked again, and then carefully pinched herself.
"1, this is 8, is that what I think it is?"
"Well, if you think you see a…"
Mosquito 1, Liana Ross was surprised to hear a voice cut 3 off, tersely shouting, "Comm. discipline, people!"
She was even more surprised to realise it was she who had spoken.
"Not A Word! First one who mentions this over the airwaves, I will Kill them myself" She meant every word of it.
The other squadron members responded with a respectful, "Yes Sir", the enormity of this find finally sinking into their shell-shocked minds.
"3, 4 CAP over the North Pole, 5,10 CAP over the South Pole, 7,8 CAP here, Me and 2 will be checking in with Dauntless, 11 and 12, come with us, but rig for Hyper, You'll be couriering a report to GC and SGC, understood?"