Ace Combat: Joint Assault

Chapter 20:Reprisal

Area B7R, Nevada, June 22nd 2016, 08:12 Hours; Weather: Sunny, few clouds

Hansel Foulke woke up, after one of the few dreamless nights he had enjoyed in a very long time. He felt fully rested and plethoric. As Foulke turned around, he got a glimpse of his new girlfriend, Marlene Davenport, who was still asleep with a gentle smile on her face.

In an impulse, Foulke brushed Davenport's hair behind her ear, which woke her up.

-Oh, sorry, Marlene...-Foulke muttered.

-Don't sweat it, Hansel.-Davenport replied, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.-This is far from being a rude awakening.

Foulke sighed, relieved.

-Actually, I think it's better this way, since we'll have more time to test our new planes.-Davenport said, as she stretched.-I'll have a shower and catch up with you in the briefing room.

After that, Davenport changed into her clothes and kissed Foulke before leaving.

Fifteen minutes later, after taking a shower and changing into clean clothes and her flight suit, Davenport headed to the briefing room, where Foulke was waiting for her, chatting with Frederick Burford.

-So, the ground forces have already left, escorted by the helicopters.-Foulke said.

-Yes, they left about one hour ago. Black Bear is to the north of San Francisco; Lazy Bear, to the east; and Dog Bear, to the south.-Burford replied.-If the Golden Axe Plan Private Army attacks, they'll try to hold the ground forces off.

-I hope so.-Foulke said.-We're gonna need all the help we can get.

-Speaking of which,-Davenport said, as she approached them.-did you get any news about military support?

-Not yet.-Burford answered.

-Goddammit!-Davenport groaned.-And the Golden Axe Plan could be attacking any second now!

-When the Golden Axe Plan attacks San Francisco, the ground forces will give us an update.-Burford said.-The ground forces are stationed far enough from the city to give us enough time to get to San Francisco before they can attack.

-Speaking of that, I think it'd be a good idea to test the planes before the mission.-Davenport said.

-Of course.-Burford replied.-Just stay alert in case the GAP commences their attack.

Both pilots left the briefing room afterwards.

Davenport saw that Foulke seemed somewhat worried.

-Is something the matter, Hansel?-she asked.

-Huh?-Foulke gasped, shaken from some stupor.-Oh, yeah, I'm OK. I was just wondering...

-What?-Davenport asked.-Are you worried that our feelings may interfere with our training? Or during the mission?

-You're really clever, Marlene.-Foulke sighed, with a small smile on his face.-Yes, it was that.

-There's nothing to worry about.-Davenport said, putting a hand over Foulke's shoulder.-Whatever we're down here, up there, we're only a team. And we've proven to be the best.

-I know, and you've also pulled us both out of some serious trouble in the past.-Foulke answered.-However, I still think this fight might be our last.

-If we're that unlucky, we'll make sure the Golden Axe Plan's victory is a phyrric one.-Davenport said.-We can't give up without a fight.

-Marlene, I'm not afraid of the Golden Axe Plan, or Olivieri himself.-Foulke said.-What I'm afraid of is of losing you. I almost did back in Midway, when that Hoskins bastard shot you, remember?

-Hansel, I'd be blatantly lying if I said I'm not afraid of losing you. You've been my flight lead and friend, and now you're my lover too.-Davenport replied.-But if we give in to our fear, we'll be leaving San Francisco, and possibly the whole world, at Olivieri's mercy. I know it's dangerous, and that we might not survive, but we're the only ones willing to take the GAP on. We may be mercenaries, but there's much more to it than money, or fame. If we're skilled in killing, we must also be able to save lives, and now, all the innocent people in San Francisco need us to fight for them.

After that, Davenport kissed Foulke passionately.

-And to think that I treated you like a piece of crap when we first met.-Foulke said, after they stopped kissing.-Had I known what kind of person you were, I would have dropped the lone wolf attitude.

-At least you were honorable enough to stay on our side back in Japan. That's more than I can say about the Varcolac squadron, and at least Oruma, Gaviria, and to a lesser extent, Kiriakov and Sulejmani seemed to be friendly.-Davenport replied.-Anyway, our planes ain't gonna take off on their own. Let's get some flight time.

-Ja, mein Liebe!-Foulke replied, as he and Davenport headed toward the hangar.

After taking off, both pilots began their training, simulating dogfights, taking turns for strafe and cover, and practicing advanced combat maneuvers.

As they trained, they were oblivious to what was about to happen that afternoon.

San Francisco, California, June 22nd 2016, 14:00 Hours; Weather: Sunny, clear skies

Andre Olivieri was resting in his office, fiddling with an empty Glock 26, while a magazine with 10 rounds rested on the desk. Olivieri was a former Captain of the Italian Air Force, and a former member of the aerobatic team Frecce Tricolori. Olivieri had also been trained in VTOL aircraft piloting, and his personal fighter jet, an F-35B with the colors of the GAP emblem, was storaged in a basement in his OLI headquarters.

Olivieri couldn't care less whether the Varcolac squadron killed the Martinez Security pilots or not. He still had more than enough money to pay the four pilots for both Marlene Davenport and Hansel Foulke's deaths, and if they failed, the Golden Axe Plan had more support than it may seemed.

Not only there were whole countries willing to support the Golden Axe Plan, but also disgruntled soldiers and corrupt officers all around the world were under Olivieri's payroll. Dennis Hoskins, whom he hadn't heard anything since just after the Orgois attacks over Midway, was only one of the many spies he had in both private military companies and military corps.

As he ruminated about his plan, his phone rang.

-Olivieri here.-he said, as he picked it up.

-Mr Olivieri, this is Lieutenant Colonel Robert Clancy.-a voice said over the phone.-Our troops are ready to attack San Francisco.

-Lt Col Clancy, you and your troops will attack San Francisco at 18:00 hours sharp.-Olivieri answered.-Keep in mind that Martinez Security will send their troops and pilots to protect the city. Take them all out at your discretion, but remember, your target is San Francisco itself.

-Our B-2As are being loaded and fueled as we speak.-Clancy said.-We've got many escort fighters, along with a vast amount of vehicles and ships.

-Glad to hear it.-Olivieri said.-Do not worry about collateral damage. If anything, we can blame Martinez Security for it.

-Understood sir.-Clancy answered.-But what if the US military interferes?

-All US military branches are currently under our control or payroll, and they can't put much of a fight in case they chose to side against us.-Olivieri replied.-Especially not against the GAF project.

-I'm still not very fond of those mercenaries, sir.-Clancy said.-They betrayed both Martinez Security and the Valahia at the drop of a hat. It would only take a better sponsor for them to change their side.

-I understand your concerns, Lt Col Clancy.-Olivieri admitted.-But so far, the best sponsor available is the Golden Axe Plan.

-I hope you're right.-Clancy replied.-I'll mobilize the troops at 16:45. Clancy out.

After that, Clancy hung up.

-"Davenport and Foulke. I still remember how you two risked your lives to get me to Moscow."-Olivieri mused, with a twisted grin on his face.-"It's so ironically unfortunate that the guy you took through Hell and beyond turned out to be your worst nightmare. You could have just died, and save me the trouble."

Some minutes later, Olivieri picked up the magazine on his desk, inserted it into the Glock 26 and left the office.

Area B7R, Nevada, June 22nd 2016, 16:40 Hours; Weather: Sunny, clear skies

Hansel Foulke and Marlene Davenport had been resting after an intense morning of training, both in air combat and CQC. They were taking a break outside, near their planes, which were parked in the base's apron, fueled and armed, ready to take off at a moment's notice. Neither of them had bothered to take their flight suits off, and their helmets rested on their aircrafts' seats.

-So, if and when we take out the Golden Axe Plan, what plans have you in mind, Marlene?-asked Foulke.

-I honestly don't know.-answered Davenport.-Originally, I just wanted to get some cash and resign before things got out of hand. But it seems things already got south when I joined Martinez Security, so I'm at a loss as to what to do now. What about you, Hansel?

-I don't think I'll resign anytime soon, either.-said Foulke.-I've been fighting for so long that it already rubbed off on me. And besides, I've learned the hard way that a war can start anywhere and anytime, and I'm certain Martinez Security is gonna be on the right side.

-I see.-said Davenport.-Well, if you don't resign, I see no reason for me to do it either.

-Actually, I'd rather you to be out of this business as soon as you could, Marlene.-admitted Foulke.-Mercenaries tend to be on the first line in every conflict, and each battle is a new chance to die.

-I understand how you feel, but you can forget it.-said Davenport.-After all this time, we've been through situations that nobody would have ever considered, and together, we made it, even when things seemed the bleakest. I'm sure that, if we had been on our own, neither of us would have made it. Whatever we have to face, we'll face it together.

-I guess there's no talking you out of this.-said Foulke.-If that's the case, I'll always be by your side.

-That's the spirit, Hansel.-said Davenport.-But I guess we'll be needing a break after we take out the Golden Axe Plan.

-I've got an idea. If Burford grants us a leave, how about we pay a visit to Lake Tahoe?-asked Foulke.

-Sounds like a good idea. But that's just one of the many places we can visit.-said Davenport.-We could also spend some time in Hawaii, or go to Paris again.

-As long as we're together, I don't care even if I'm in Hell itself.-said Foulke.

-Unfortunately, that's what'll be waiting for us in San Francisco today.-said Davenport.

At that moment, the base's alarms rang.

-Speak of the Devil.-said Davenport.

-Attention all units! The Golden Axe Plan Private Army has just started their attack on San Francisco! Lazy Bear and Black Bear units have been overrun, and Dog Bear had to retreat and regroup!-announced Frederick Burford via PA system.-Antares squadron, launch immediately!

-Let's go, Marlene!-shouted Foulke, over the turmoil, as both he and Davenport made a beeline for their planes.

Both pilots climbed into their aircraft and checked their planes as fast as they could. Without waiting for clearance from the tower, the planes taxied to the runway and took off like bats out of Hell. The F-22A and the PAK FA had taken off just two minutes after the notice.

-Burford, this is Antares 2.-said Antares 2 as she and her flight lead headed west.-If you haven't got any military backup, now's the time to request it!

-So far no one's responding!-said Burford, who had just got into the E-767.-We'll have to do what we can on our own!

That felt like a jar of icy water for both pilots.

San Francisco was in serious danger, and Martinez Security was on their own against the Golden Axe Plan Private Army.

San Francisco, California, June 22nd 2016, 17:55 Hours; Weather: Sunny, clear skies

The Antares squadron was approaching San Francisco from the east, while the GAPPA's vanguard forces were already over San Francisco. There were two cruisers, two Aegis destroyers, four Su-35Ss, four F/A-18Fs and a couple of B-2As over the city; one of them was approaching from the west, escorted by four F-35As, and the other one, coming in from the northwest, was escorted by a group of four MiG 1.44s. Both bombers had a black paintjob with golden trims on their wings and, and a low visibility GAPPA emblem on each of their wings.

-Here's a briefing on the situation. The Golden Axe Plan Private Army is already over San Francisco, and they have fighters, bombers and ships as well as ground forces. The Golden Axe Plan is willing to sacrifice the well-being of the city in favor of selfish profits. There is widespread confusion and panic. Your mission is to protect San Francisco at all costs and drive the hostile forces back.-said Canopus.-Under the cover of the battle, Dog Bear will assault OLI's HQ to retrieve all information about the Golden Axe Plan. If we manage to expose the details of Olivieri's plans to the public, we'll manage to put an end to his schemes. Antares Squadron, good luck and godspeed!

-Guess that we're on our own even now.-sighed Antares 1. He then talked to Antares 2.-Antares 2, we don't know how many enemies we'll have to face.

-I get what you want to say.-said Antares 2.-We'd better save our special weapons for the toughest enemies and take on the rest with standard missiles and guns, right?

-Correct.-replied Antares 1.-Also, we've got to use our standard missiles sparingly. Unless we run out of gun ammo, only one missile for ground vehicles, and two for fighters, bombers and ships.

-Understood.-replied Antares 2.-I still hope we get some military support soon, though. Let's start with the fighters already over the city!

-Antares squadron, the hostiles' predicted strike points have been added to your radars.-informed Canopus.-Take all targets out before they attack the city.

The Antares squadron engaged the F/A-18Fs and the Su-35Ss first. Antares 2 chased the more agile and faster Su-35S. Following her flight lead's advise, she used as little ammo as possible to destroy her enemies. She used a couple of missiles to destroy the first Su-35S, while the others scattered and tried to attack her form every angle. They all failed, however, as Antares 2 dived to avoid the attacks, and two of the Su-35S slammed into each other in the rushed attack, while the other one was damaged by their wingmates' debris. Antares 2 seized the chance and attacked the last Su-35S with a short burst of guns, destroying it.

Antares 1, however, had only managed to shoot down two of his enemies, each of them with a single missile and a short burst of guns. The other two were on his tail in a perfect shooting position until he pulled a Kulbit maneuver and shot down one of the F/A-18Fs with a burst of guns and the other one with a couple of standard missiles.

After taking down the first group of fighters, the Antares squadron headed towards the B-2A to the west, which was the closest one to San Francisco. Antares 2 engaged the F-35As, while Antares 1 fired a single XMAA on the enemy bomber, which hit the bomber causing only minor damage.

While Antares 1 attacked the B-2A, Antares 2 fired two QAAMs, one on a single F-35A each. Both fighters were shot down, but the other two spread out. Antares 2 followed one of them, firing her guns on it, destroying it, and turned around sharply to fire a couple of missiles on the last one, which had turned around to attack her. The F-35A dodged both missiles and fired his guns on her. Antares 2 managed to avoid the attack, and countered with a gun burst of her own, shooting the bandit down.

Meanwhile, Antares 1 fired a couple of standard missiles on the enemy B-2A. Despite the impacts, the bombers was still flying, albeit spewing black smoke. Antares 1 shot an XMAA on the bomber, destroying it. At that moment, an alarm blared in his cockpit, followed by his wingman's scream.

-An Aegis destroyer's firing on us!-Antares 2 screamed.-Antares 1, break!

Antares 1 dived and turned sharply to the right to avoid the missile that was trailing him. Antares 2 was turning to the left, heading south, while diving at high speed. A second missile was trailing her.

Fortunately for both pilots, neither missile managed to keep up with the pilot's maneuvers.

-Whew, dodged it!-sighed Antares 2.-Let's take out the destroyers before they crossed the Golden Gate Bridge.

Antares 1 felt a wave of relief wash over his body. He followed his wingman, who was already firing an LAGM on the Aegis destroyer. The LAGM's shockwave damaged the Aegis and destroyed its missile launchers. Antares 1 attacked the Aegis destroyer with a couple of standard missiles, sinking the ship.

-That's one ship less to take care of.-said Antares 1.-Let's keep it up.

-I'm on it!-replied Antares 2.-Just let's not forget that there's a second bomber coming in from the northwest.

-Understood.-answered Antares 1.-Let's take out the rest of the ships before attacking it.

At that moment, the other Aegis destroyer fired its missiles on the Antares squadron. Both pilots dived to avoid the missiles, which followed them, but lost track and flew off erratically. The Antares squadron dived in to attack the last Aegis destroyer, with Antares 2 firing an LAGM and Antares 1 firing a couple of standard missiles on the ship, sinking it.

-Antares 2, I advise you to keep your LAGMs in reserve for now.-said Antares 1.-I'll sink the destroyers with my GPBs. If they don't sink, you can use your standard missiles.

-Understood, Antares 1.-replied Antares 2.-Sink those fuckers, I'll cover you.

After that, Antares 1 dived in towards the destroyers, which were just 45 seconds away from the Golden Gate Bridge's east side, while Antares 2 followed him. Antares 1 dropped a single bomb on the ship, which tore a hole on the starboard side, but didn't sink. Antares 2 took the initiative and fired a couple of standard missiles on the destroyer, triggering a series of explosions and splitting it in half. After that, Antares 2 turned around and fired another couple of missiles on the other destroyer, causing minor damage to the ship's hull. Antares 1, seeing that move, attacked the ship with a single GPB. Luckily, the bomb struck a part of the ship that had already been hit by one of the missiles, piercing the damaged hull and sinking the destroyer.

-Gotta admit, not my cleverest move.-complained Antares 2.

-Don't worry, Antares 2.-replied Antares 1.-At least you tried to sink it without wasting your LAGMs. Let's get that B-2 before it gets within bombing range.

The couple of pilots headed north to attack the second B-2. The MiG 1.44s attacked the Antares squadron, but Antares 2 attacked the fighters, using the QAAMs to take out a couple of the MiG 1.44, while the others fired on her. Antares 2 managed to dodge the attack, but before the MiG 1.44s managed to get a lock on her again, one of them was hit by a couple of standard missiles, and the other one was hit by a burst of bullets.

-Hey, those were mine!-Antares 2 complained.

-Sorry, but those fighters triggered me.-replied Antares 1.-I've fired an XMAA on the other bomber, but it's still airborne. Take it out as a compensation.

Antares 2 attacked the B-2A, firing a couple of standard missiles on the bomber. The already damaged bomber exploded in midair.

-Two bombers down.-said Antares 2.-Canopus, this is Antares 2, what's the situation on the ground forces?

-Our ground forces are regrouping for an assault on San Francisco, but the Golden Axe forces have a huge head start on us.-replied Canopus.-We'll soon have enemy ground units coming in from the Golden Gate Bridge, the Oakland Bay Bridge and the 101 highway from the south.

-Understood.-said Antares 1.-Antares 2, we'll have to spread out for a while to hold the enemy forces off.

-You got it.-replied Antares 2.-For now on, the Golden Gate Bridge will be Waypoint Alpha; Oakland Bay Bridge, Waypoint Bravo; and the 101, Waypoint Charlie.

-And now, it seems we've got enemy units coming in from the waypoints Alpha and Charlie.-said Antares 1.-I'll take care of the enemies in Charlie.

-I'm heading to Waypoint Alpha double-time.-replied Antares 2., as she headed towards the Golden Gate Bridge-Be careful.

Antares 2 switched to LAGMs. She hoped to reach the enemies either before or after they left the bridge, since the LAGM would probably damage it badly. She tracked a couple of tanks, a couple of mobile AA guns, and a SAM launcher. She targeted the SAM with the LAGM and fired it. The missile hit the launcher and destroyed the AA guns, while damaging the tanks. Antares 2 fired a missile on each of the tanks, taking them out.

-Antares 1, I've taken out my targets.-reported Antares 2.-How are you faring out?

-I've seen better days.-said Antares 1.-I had to strafe a couple of AA guns and a couple of tanks. I've got a bit sloppy and too a couple of hits. Nothing serious, but a bit humiliating.

-Sad to hear it.-answered Antares 2.-But I'm tracking more ground units on Bravo. Don't worry, I'll take care of them.

-Sorry to break it, Antares squad, but we've got a couple of B-2As and another group of ships on the way, probably destroyers.-reported Canopus.

-I'll take them out. My GPBs are better at taking those ships out.-said Antares 1.

-Good idea.-said Antares 2.-Just don't waste too many of those bombs. We may need them for later.

-Same for your LAGMs.-replied Antares 1.-If I'm not mistaken, you've got five of them left. I've got four bombs left, but I'm not too happy about my prospects.

Antares 2 headed towards the ground units. However, she couldn't reach the ground units before they were already in the west side of the bridge, which were again comprised of a single SAM launcher, a couple of AA units and a couple of tanks. Nonetheless, she fired an LAGM on the enemy SAM. This time, however, only the three first units were destroyed. A single tank and an AA gun were still running, albeit damaged. Antares 2 strafed the enemy units, destroying them. Unfortunately, just before she hit the AA gun, it fired back, hitting Antares 2 a few times on the left wing.

-Damn!-she swore.

-Antares 2, what's going on?-asked Antares 1.

-I've been hit. Nothing serious, though, just some minor hits on the left wing.-replied Antares 2.-Good thing is I've taken out the units near Bravo. How are you going with the ships?

-Could be better. A single GPB is not enough to sink these destroyers.-answered Antares 1.-And I'm not keen on wasting these bombs. Nonetheless, I've already sunk two of the four ships.

-It seems that the B-2s are closing in.-reported Canopus.-Antares squad, take out those ships and intercept the bombers before they reach San Francisco. Keep an eye on the escorts, too. They seem to be escorted by stealth fighters.

-Verdammt!-swore Antares 1.-Just what we needed the least!

-Don't worry, Antares 1. I'm heading your way.-said Antares 2.

-No, don't.-replied Antares 1.-Head towards the bombers. I'll catch up with you later.

-Understood.-sighed Antares 2, not as unhappy of attacking the bombers on her own as of leaving Antares 1 to face the destroyers alone.

Antares 2 managed to get visual confirmation of the third B-2 and its escorts half a minute later, after heading northwest.

-Berkuts.-she groaned.-Out of the frying pan, and face-first into the flames.

The Su-47s kicked in the afterburners and attacked Antares 2, but one of them was shot down by a couple of standard missiles. The other three planes surrounded her to keep her from reaching the bomber. Antares 2 attacked one of the Su-47s head-on, shooting it down with a couple of standard missiles. However, as she dashed towards the bomber, the other two bandits trailed her. Antares 2 was fuming.

-"I was SO close to shoot down that bomber, and those two bozos had to come in and screw it up."-she mused.-"Talk about bad timing!"

Fortunately, just as the Su-47s prepared to shoot, three XMAAs flew towards the B-2A and the bandits. All the targets exploded in mid-air.

-Hey, thanks for saving my bacon!-said Antares 2.-But what about the destroyers?

-One of them is already sunk. The other one's just past the Golden Gate.-replied Antares 1.-And besides, keeping your wingmen alive is more important than destroying a target.

Antares 1 had said it as a generality, but after spending a lot of time with him, Antares 2 knew what her flight lead really meant. She couldn't help but blush.

-I'll deal with the last destroyer.-said Antares 2.-Keep an eye for the next bomber.

Antares 2 headed towards the destroyer. A couple of standard missiles and a strafing run were enough to sink it. Antares 2 had managed to destroy the ship just half a minute before San Francisco came within firing range of the destroyer.

-Antares 2, I've got visual on the fourth bomber.-reported Antares 1 shortly after.-And it's got an escort of four YF-23s.

-Why do you get the easier pickings?-joked Antares 2, as she headed towards the bomber.

-I don't know, but these seem anything but easy pickings.-replied Antares 1.-I've already managed to shoot two of them down, but they're keeping me from getting a lock on to the B-2.

-Don't sweat it, Antares 1.-said Antares 2.-I'm on my way.

Antares 2 reached the YF-23As as they were about to get a solid lock on to her flight lead. She fired a single QAAM on one of them, shooting it down, while the other one broke left to engage the new threat, giving Antares 1 the window of opportunity to attack the B-2A. Meanwhile, Antares 2 attacked the YF-23A with a QAAM, shooting it down.

-The escorts are down.-reported Antares 2.-How's the bomber?

-Spiraling out of control and heading for the water.-answered Antares 1.-Took another of my XMAAs with him though.

And as he said, the B-2A was spiraling towards the water, a mile north of the Alcatraz prison, with one of its wings torn out and spewing flames and black smoke.

-Antares 1, how much ammo have you got?-asked Antares 2.

-I've got bad news.-Antares 1 responded.-Only 2 XMAAs and two GPBs. How about you?

-Two QAAMs and four LAGMs.-replied Antares 2.-And I'm pretty sure the GAP hasn't fired their last shot.

-Then you're not gonna like this.-said Canopus.-We've got four more ships, including two Aegis destroyers, two B-2As with stealth fighter escorts, and more ground units on the way.

-Which are the closest targets?-asked Antares 1.

-The ground units, which are approaching from all the three waypoints.-answered Canopus.-Six units in total.

-Damn, these fuckers mean business.-sighed Antares 2.-Time to spread out again.

-I've got a plan. Not a good plan, but it's the best plan I can come up with.-said Antares 1.-Let's go from waypoint to waypoint to take out the targets. The route will be Alpha-Bravo-Charlie.

-Understood.-said Antares 2.-I'll start on Alpha. Antares 1, go to Bravo.

-Roger that.-replied Antares 1, heading for the Oakland Bay Bridge.

Antares 2 headed for a group of enemy ground units, comprised of a couple of tanks, a couple of mobile SAM launchers and a couple of AA guns, a couple of miles north of the Golden Gate Bridge. She switched to LAGMs and fired a single missile on the enemy group. The AA guns were the only ones that survived the attack, albeit damaged, since they were in the far edges of the group, but a single strafing run was enough to wipe the rest out.

-Antares 1, is the waypoint Bravo cleared yet?-asked Antares 2.

-I've got more enemy units on the way over that area, but I've taken out the first wave.-replied Antares 1.-Antares 2, take them out. I'm already engaging the enemy units approaching waypoint Charlie.

-Understood.-answered Antares 2.-Take them out double-time; I'm tracking a second group of enemy units approaching waypoint Alpha.

-Roger wilco, Antares 2.-said Antares 1.

Antares 2 headed for the Oakland Bay Bridge, where another group of units, which comprised the same number of units as the group she had already destroyed, was stuck in place due to the debris caused by Antares 1's attack. Antares 2 used another LAGM on the group, which, since they were tightly grouped together, was enough to wipe out the entire group.

-Targets on waypoint Bravo destroyed.-reported Antares 2.-Moving on to waypoint Charlie. Antares 1, how are you doing?

-I'm heading to waypoint Alpha as we speak.-Antares 1 replied.-Head towards waypoint Charlie and take out the targets fast; I'm already tracking the bombers.

-Damn it!-swore Antares 2.

Despite that, she headed towards the ground enemies. This time, however, Antares 2 took a heavier gambit and strafed the six targets at high speed. The first strafe run damaged the tanks and destroyed the AA guns and SAMs. Antares 2 turned around and fired a standard missile on each of the tanks, destroying them.

-Antares 1, I've destroyed the ground threats.-said Antares 2.-I'll move on to intercept the bombers.

-Roger that, wing.-said Antares 1.-I've wrapped things up over here.

As soon as they regrouped, a B-2A, escorted by four F-15SEs, approached San Francisco from the north.

-Antares 2, engage the escorts.-said Antares 1.-I'll destroy the bomber, and once I'm done, I'll help you out until the next bomber arrives.

-I'm on it.-said Antares 2.-I'll keep the minnows off your back while you take out the whale.

While Antares 2 engaged the F-15SEs, Antares 1 attacked the B-2A. He locked on to the bomber with his XMAAs and fired two on the target. He did so because he was on a hurry to help his wingman. Fortunately, the missiles hit the target, destroying the B-2A.

Antares 2 had managed to destroy two of the F-15SEs, one of them with two standard missiles, and the other one with guns, while the other two evaded her attacks. However, while they focused on evading Antares 2, they were oblivious to Antares 1, who destroyed one of them with a guns burst and the last one with a couple of standard missiles.

-Fifth bomber down.-said Antares 1.-Let's go for the final one.

-Antares squad, the last bomber's escorts seem to be four Su-37s.-reported Canopus.-It's heading to San Francisco from the northwest.

-I've only got two QAAMs.-said Antares 2.-They may be enough to take out two of the escorts, but after that, we'll have to resort to our mere skills.

-Don't worry, Antares 2.-replied Antares 1.-We've got two of the best fighters in the planet. We've got an edge over those guys.

-You've got a point. Still, taking out the Su-37 without QAAMs is not easy.-said Antares 2.-Guess it'll go just like before: I keep the Terminators busy while you shoot down the Spirit.

-Of course.-said Antares 1.-Let's get them!

Antares 1 and Antares 2 headed north toward the sixth bomber. As soon as they got a visual, the Su-37s attacked the Antares squadron. Antares 2 fired her last QAAMs on the enemy Su-37s, managing to shoot down two of them. Antares 1, meanwhile, fired his last XMAAs on the enemy B-2A, destroying it.

As the last B-2A plummeted to the sea, Antares 2 managed to shoot down a third Su-37 with her guns at close range. Antares 1 shot down the last one before it managed to get behind his wingman.

-Sixth bomber down.-reported Antares 1.-Canopus, are there more bombers left?

-None confirmed.-replied Canopus.-Good work Antares squadron, head for the ships.

-Antares 1, I'll use my LAGMs against the Aegis destroyers.-said Antares 2, as she and her flight lead headed west towards the ships.-The standard cruisers are easier pickings compared to the Aegis, and my LAGMs will lay waste upon its SAM launchers.

-I'll sink the cruisers then, and join you when I'm done if the Aegis are still floating.-said Antares 1.-Just be careful, OK?

-Don't worry.-said Antares 2.-These are just ships.

-"So was the Rechin-Class battleship."-mused Antares 1.

Five miles west of the Golden Gate Bridge, two cruisers escorted by two Aegis destroyers headed east towards San Francisco. The Aegis destroyers locked on to the Antares squadron and fired their missiles on them. Both pilots evaded the attack, and Antares 2 fired her last LAGMs on the Aegis destroyers, disabling their defensive weapons. Shortly after, while Antares 2 sank one of the two Aegis destroyers, each cruiser was hit by a GPB fired by Antares 1, who had just spent his last guided bombs with them. The bombs caused mayor damage to the cruisers, but they still remained afloat. Antares 1 strafed one of the ships and fired a couple of missiles on the other one, finally sinking them.

Antares 2 had managed to sink the last Aegis destroyer. However, before either she or Antares 1 could celebrate it, Antares 2 spotted a black bomber flying low towards the Golden Gate Bridge.

-A seventh bomber's heading towards the Golden Gate!-she reported.

-Scheiße!-replied Antares 1.-Let's shoot it down before it reaches the city!

Both pilots got behind the B-2A and started attacking it with standard missiles and gun bursts. However, the bomber's crew managed to evade the Antares squadron's attacks slightly, despite taking several hits. To make matters worse, Antares 1's gun went dry seconds later.

-Fuck!-swore Antares 1.-Antares 2, how much gun ammo have you got?

-Not much. Maybe over a hundred rounds and counting down.-replied Antares 2, as she kept firing on the B-2.

Not too much later, Antares 2's own gun went dry. Fortunately, the B-2A was destroyed just a second afterwards. However, the mercenaries' relief was very short-lived: the B-2's wreckage kept gliding towards the Golden Gate Bridge, slamming into its middle point.

-The Golden Gate Bridge's been hit!-said Antares 2.-Bastards!

To make matters worse, they realized just afterwards that they had ignored an escort of four F-22As and four T-50 PAK FAs. Unlike the Antares squadron, they were full of ammo and fuel, and more than ready and eager to shoot them down.

-Canopus, we're on the evasive.-said Antares 2.-Where the hell are our reinforcements!?

-Antares squad, our ground units are approaching San Francisco from the south.-replied Canopus.-They should be here any moment.

-Even if they arrive in time, we're engaged with enemy units!-retorted Antares 1.-We'll be sitting ducks if we try to land!

Canopus took a look at his radar and felt as if an iron band squeezed his chest. F-15SEs, Su-30MKIs, Typhoons, Rafale Ms, JAS-39 Gripen NGs and F-2As comprising entire flights approached San Francisco from the west. Below them, an entire fleet of enemy ships made their way towards the city, and from the north, south and east, more ground units were closing in.

-Antares squad, we've got more enemy units.-he reported.-Air, ground and maritime units approaching San Francisco.

Both pilots felt their hopes plummet while they evaded their enemies' attacks.

-Marlene, my dear, I'm afraid this will turn out to be our last mission after all.-said Antares 1.-I'm sorry things turned out like this.

-Hansel, don't be like that.-said Antares 2.-This is our grimmest hour, but that doesn't mean we can give up now. If we're going down, let's take as many bastards with us to Hell as we can.

-Understood!-replied Antares 1.-Let's make them pay for every bullet that hits us.

The Antares squadron engaged the enemy fighters. Antares 2 engaged the F-22As, chasing a couple of them. She fired a standard missile on each of her targets, but not only those two evaded them, but the other two, who had snuck up behind Antares 2, fired on her. One of them managed to hit her with a standard missile, and the other one managed to hit her aircraft with a handful of bullets.

-Damn!-Antares 2 swore.

-Antares 2!-screamed Antares 1, as he saw his wingman and girlfriend's aircraft spew grey smoke.

However, that distraction was enough for him to suffer the same fate, as the PAK FAs chasing him took the chance and attacked Antares 1.

-Antares 1, your F-22's right engine is out!-reported Antares 2.

-Well, your PAK FA's not in good shape either.-replied Antares 1.

-You can say that again.-answered Antares 2.-I'm pretty sure PAK FA's don't feel this sluggish.

-Damn, there must be some way to defeat them.-said Antares 1.

-If there were, I think would have already found it.-replied Antares 2.-To make matters worse, we wasted our air-to-air weapons.

Suddenly, a volley of missiles destroyed sixteen of their enemies, striking confusion through the Golden Axe Plan units.

-What the!?-said Antares 2.-Those were air-to-air missiles!

-Do you read me? Come in.-said an unknown voice over the radio.-Do you read me, Martinez? This is the Third Fleet. Please respond.

-This is Lieutenant Colonel Burford, Commander of Martinez Security, M42 Squadron.-replied Canopus.

-This is Commander Henry Davis, operation commander of the Third Fleet.-replied the voice over the radio.-We're here to aid you in stopping the Golden Axe Plan.

-All right, we finally have military backup!-sighed Antares 2.

-It's an honor to finally speak with you, Colonel Burford.-said Davis.-My apologies for being late.

-Not at all. All I did was write a simple "letter" to a friend of mine. We appreciate your support.-said Canopus, who then spoke to his pilots.-Antares squadron, we've got the Third Fleet's support. Focus on the offensive when possible.

-Commander Davis to Antares squadron.-said Davis.-Our pilots are heading your way. They'll help you whenever you need to.

A group of F/A-18Fs displaying markings of the VFA-108 "Seawolves" approached the Antares squadron from the northwest. Apparently, the Third Fleet had sent an entire carrier strike group to stop the Golden Axe Plan's attack.

-This is First Lieutenant Arnold Bishop, callsign Seawolf 1.-said an USN pilot.-Our squad will cover you while you land.

-Understood, Seawolf 1.-replied Antares 1.-Have our forces contacted your allies?

-A Navy ground unit has already made contact with your ground units near the 101, Antares 1.-replied Seawolf 1.-We'll cover you while you get your planes repaired, rearmed and refueled.

-Again, thanks for the help, Seawolf 1.-said Antares 1, as he and Antares 2 headed to the highway.

-By the way, we've heard reports of someone called Davenport in Martinez Security.-said Seawolf 1.-Are they true?

-Yeah, that's me.-said Antares 2.-Why?

-I heard of what happened to you.-said Seawolf 1.-I don't believe you deserved to be discharged. And I'm glad to see that the daughter of "Duke" Davenport. No matter what the official reports say, he saved my uncle's hide, and I'm thankful for that.

-Thanks.-said Antares 2.-Not many people talk good of my father.

-Well, sorry to say it, but enough with the chitchat.-said Antares 1.-Let's land, Antares 2.

-Roger that.-said Antares 2.

-We'll focus on the ground and maritime threats.-said Seawolf 1.-We'll keep the bandits off your backs until you take off again.

The Antares squadron landed on the improvised runway, where the ground units repaired, refueled and rearmed the planes. To keep the time spent to a minimum, they only loaded air-to-air weapons. During that time, the Seawolf squadron engaged the enemy ground units and destroyed most of the enemy ships. The US Navy vessels were providing additional support to the Seawolf squadron, shooting down a handful of enemy fighters in the northwest coast.

After that, both Antares 1 and Antares 2 reengaged the enemy F-22s and PAK FAs.

-Seawolf squad, this is Antares 1.-said Antares 1.-We'll attack these fighters while you wrap up the rest.

-Roger that, Antares squadron.-said Seawolf 1.-Thanks for the help.

-We should be thanking you.-said Antares 2.-I really feared for my life today.

Antares 2 used her QAAMs on the enemy F-22s, managing to shoot down a couple of them, which happened to be the ones that had fired on her during their previous engagement. The other two tried in vain to fight back, being shot down by another couple of QAAMs.

-It's time to take home the victory, Antares 1!-cheered Antares 2, triumphantly.

-Hell yes!-said Antares 1, shooting an entire volley of XMAAs on the enemy PAK FAs, destroying them.

-San Francisco is secure.-reported Canopus.-Good work, Antares.

-Martinez, we appreciate your help. We'll clear up any remaining host...-said Davis, but at that moment, he took a glance at the carrier's radar and frowned.-Hold on a second. Canopus, we've got four airborne contacts coming in from the southeast. Heading towards our position at high speed!

The four contacts split into pairs, one heading for the Seawolf and Antares squadron and the other one heading for the ships. Suddenly, Antares 1 and Antares 2's alarms went off.

-We're under fire!-said Antares 1.

-Wait, the targets aren't even at XLAA's range!-replied Antares 2.-What's going on!?

Shortly after, a couple of large air-to-air missiles buzzed by the F-22 and the PAK FA, close enough to make the planes shake. After that, the missiles alarms blared again. It wasn't just them, though, as the Seawolf squadron started to make evasive maneuvers. Seawolf 3 wasn't lucky enough to dodge the missile going towards his aircraft, and was shot down.

-Seawolf 3 is down!-said Seawolf 1.-Brennan, respond! Damn!

To make matters worse, the other two planes attacked the carrier group, evading all anti-aircraft weaponry. One of the planes fired a couple of cruise missiles on each of the Aegis destroyers. The explosions not only sank the destroyers, but also damaged the other ships, including the carrier itself.

-Our destroyers' been sunk!-said Davis.-All ships, retreat!

The bandit that had not opened fire yet attacked the Seawolf squadron. It fired two missiles on Seawolf 4 and Seawolf 2, while firing the double guns on Seawolf 1. Shortly after, all four enemy fighters engaged Antares 1 and Antares 2 at close range, firing their guns.

-Evasive maneuvers!-said Canopus.

Antares 1 and Antares 2 realized what, or more precisely, who, they were up against only when they saw the four planes, which had upward-curved wings, a long fuselage, and an ominously familiar paintjob: dark blue with white teeth.

-Oh, no, not them again!-groaned Antares 2.

-Damn you, Sulejmani!-swore Antares 1.

-Fun's over, Antares.-said Varcolac 1.

-Sorry guys! Try not to take it personally.-said Varcolac 2, sarcastically.

-No one can stop our captain or us now!-boasted Varcolac 3.

-Not until he defeats you both and proves himself the best.-quipped Varcolac 4.

-Varcolac squadron, commence attack!-ordered Varcolac 1.

The four members of the Varcolac squadron attacked the Antares squadron at a breakneck speed. Even with two of the best performing aircraft in the world, the Antares squadron could barely keep up with their sworn enemies.

-Too fast for you, Antares?-asked Varcolac 3, mocking their former comrades.

-Thanks to the GAF-1s, we're now the fastest in the sky!-said Varcolac 4.

-Benefits courtesy of the Golden Axe Plan.-said Varcolac 2.-Way too much overkill for huntin' a couple of scorpions though.

-Verdammt! How can they maneuver so fast!?-complained Antares 1.

-Antares squadron, prioritize evasive maneuvers and look for a chance to strike.-ordered Canopus.

-Varcolac squadron, formation Delta 4.-said Varcolac 1.-It's time you lost those wings, Antares.

-Roger!-replied Varcolac 2, 3 and 4 at unison.

With that, the dogfight began. The Antares squadron was on the defensive, dodging attacks coming from every possible angle. The Varcolac squadron, with their GAF-1s, seemed to have everything in their favor.

At least until Varcolac 4 made a fatal mistake.

Varcolac 4 was chasing Antares 2, who, against all odds, had managed to evade every attack without being hit. Varcolac 4 moved in for the kill, without realizing that Antares 1 was right behind him. After getting behind her chaser, Antares 2 counterattacked, while Antares 1 covered her. Antares 2 fired two missiles on Varcolac 4, missing when Varcolac 4 pulled up to evade them.

-Ha, you missed, rookie!-gloated Varcolac 4.

-Ja, she missed!-replied Antares 1, firing an XMAA on Varcolac 4.

As superior as his aircraft was, Varcolac 4 was doomed, since he had bled too much speed to recover in time to dodge the missile, which hit the aircraft just between the engines. The structure of the GAF-1, which allowed the aircraft a speed of Mach 3, had a nasty design flaw: it provided the aircraft with subpar defense.

-Ugh, I screwed up...-Varcolac 4 said, as his aircraft tore apart and fell towards the bay.

-Ally down.-reported Varcolac 1.-Stay on the offensive, Varcolac squadron.

-No, Tolya!-said Varcolac 2.-Damn you two!

Varcolac 2 and Varcolac 3 split up and attacked the Antares squadron, which retaliated with their own air-to-air weapons. Antares 1's attack was evaded by both pilots, but Antares 2 managed to hit Varcolac 2 with a QAAM, damaging his plane. A short burst of bullets was enough to destroy the already damaged GAF-1.

-Ahhh!-screamed Varcolac 2, as his aircraft exploded.

-They're good all right. I'll give them that.-admitted Varcolac 1.-But an ace is better off dead than alive!

-Oruma!-said Varcolac 3.-I'll kill you both! Starting with you, chica!

However, Varcolac 3 focused on Antares 2 when he should have been paying attention to Antares 1, who fired an XMAA on Varcolac 3, destroying the GAF-1.

-Ahhhhh!-Varcolac 3 screamed.

-Sulejmani remains.-said Antares 2.-All other bandits down!

-Sulejmani, you won't win this battle.-said Canopus.-Withdraw from this scheme while you still can.

However, Varcolac 1, whose frustration and the loss of his wingmen had taken toll of, began laughing maniacally.

-This so called plan means nothing to me.-he replied.-I only wish to shoot you both down, Antares.

-Is that all?-asked Antares 2.-Your only goal is to kill us!? Is that why you chose to change sides!? You pathetic, double-crossing bastard!

-You're speaking as if you knew anything about me, Antares 2! Compared to mine, your life was a bed of roses.-retorted Varcolac 1, violently.-You see, I was sold off by my parents, and was trained to kill as a child soldier. The more I killed, the more I earned. The stronger the foe, the better the money.

-Quit bitching, Sulejmani.-replied Antares 1.-I spent seven years mourning the death of the last person I considered a loved one, while losing one wingman after another, and I'm not trying to destroy the entire world out of spite and greed.

-You're no different, Antares. Neither of you. Your wings are tokens of your previous victories.-retorted Varcolac 1.-Now, Antares. Is the moment of truth. It's time to decide who flies, and who falls from grace.

Antares 1 headed straight for Varcolac 1, who appeared in an almost perfect position for a missile kill. He fired a couple of standard missiles on the GAF-1. Unfortunately, just 50 yards away from Varcolac 1's aircraft, a burst of bullets fired from the rear of the GAF-1 destroyed the missiles.

-That bastard just shot down my missiles!-complained Antares 1.

-It's likely a machine gun mounted on the rear.-guessed Antares 2.-The textbook definition of an active defense mechanism.

-Well, if we can't shoot him down with missiles, we'll resort to guns.-said Antares 1.

-We're on the same page, then.-replied Antares 2.-Let's gun this son of a bitch down!

-Resist me if you can, Antares.-replied Varcolac 1, as he attacked them.

Varcolac 1's attack were nothing short of vicious. Whenever he got a clear shot of either Antares 1 or Antares 2, he fired his missiles, whether they were the standard or the MSLMs, or his guns. He was really close to hit both pilots too many times for the Antares squadron's comfort. However, the Antares squadron not only did have an edge in numbers, but were dramatically well organized.

It was not long before they resorted to synchronized hit-and-run tactics, with one of the pilots acting as a bait, while the other one fired their guns on the GAF-1. Varcolac 1 managed to dodge most of the incoming attacks, but bit by bit, his aircraft took damage.

-They're slipping through my defense!?-he wondered.

Despite that, Varcolac 1 was eerily calm. No matter how, he would shoot down both targets and get the entire reward for himself. He no longer cared for his wingmen, who had followed him through many treasons during their time as a squadron. All he cared for was shooting down his former comrades, earning over 136.000.000 dollars, and retire as a filthy rich man, without a single care for the rest of the world.

However, as he mused all of that, Antares 2 managed to hit and destroy his point-defense guns.

-Got him!-she cheered.-The aircraft's defense guns are down!

-Ha, that's right, Antares.-Varcolac 1 retorted.-I have no need for this system!

-Sadly, he's not wrong.-warned Antares 1.-I've seen him in action before, Antares 2. Be really careful now.

Antares 2, despite that warning, attacked Varcolac 1. Varcolac 1, however, seemed much more aggressive than before, pulling physically impossible maneuvers every time either she or Antares 1 fired on him. Despite that, even in those conditions, Antares 1 and Antares 2 managed to damage the GAF-1 even further. That, however, only caused Varcolac 1 to become even more insane.

-Haha, that's the way, Antares!-he mocked.

-Jesus, this man's crazy!-sighed Antares 2, sick of Varcolac 1's attitude.

The Antares squadron had quickly learned that using missiles against Varcolac 1 was just north of useless. His aggressive maneuvers were more than enough to shake them off, and Varcolac 1 was really close to shoot them down more than once. However, they managed to damage his plane even more.

-Hahahahahahaaa! Ah, I'm having so much fun!-said Varcolac 1, laughing maniacally.-We're only getting started. Show me everything you've got! I will defeat you both, and I will reap the benefits! With that money, I will be complete!

-SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU MISERABLE, INSUFFERABLE MANIAC!-snapped Antares 2, bee-lining towards Varcolac 1.

-Antares 2, wait!-shouted Antares 1.

But it was too late. Antares 2 was heading in too fast towards Varcolac 1, who, with a Pugachev's Cobra, evaded Antares 2's attack.

-I have you now!-Varcolac 1 snarled, firing two missiles on Antares 2.

Antares 2 could barely react to the sudden attack. She braced for the imminent impacts. Shortly before that, however, Antares 1 flew past her in the opposite direction.

Antares 2's heart froze when she heard the explosions and didn't feel them. Looking behind her, she saw Antares 1's F-22A Raptor going down in flames.

-HANSEEEEEEEL!-she cried.-NOOOO!

-Hahaha, one down, another one to go.-said Varcolac 1.

-You'll pay for this, Sulejmani!-replied Antares 2.

Antares 2 became more aggressive than ever. The loss of her flight lead and boyfriend was an offense she was not willing to let go unpunished. Varcolac 1 was still pulling nasty evasive maneuvers, but even then Antares 2 managed to hit his plane with long bursts of guns, damaging the GAF-1 and bringing it to its limits.

-I will buy back what I lost the day my parents sold me!-Varcolac 1 screamed, as he turned directly towards Antares 2 for a head-on attack.-My honor! My pride! My life!

Antares 2 responded to the attack with the same maneuver. However, instead of waiting to get within gun range, she fired two missiles on the GAF-1. Varcolac 1 pulled up to evade the attack, and Antares 2, seizing the chance, fired her guns on him, destroying the GAF-1 and putting Varcolac 1's out of his misery for good.

-Good work, Antares.-said Canopus.-You truly are the pride of Martinez.

-"No, I'm not."-mused Antares 2, sadly, as she saw the GAF-1's remains fall into the sea.-"Hansel was, and I failed him!"

However, shortly after, both she and Canopus heard a transmission from the ground forces.

-Dog Bear to Burford. We're approaching enemy HQ.-said the unit leader.-They're well guarded from down here. We may need a hand.

-Roger. We'll go knock on their door.-said Canopus.-Antares 2, this is your final mission. Provide cover for the ground forces while they infiltrate Olivieri HQ and break into their ground data center. It's time to end this.

-"Of course. I have to take out the Golden Axe Plan. If I back out now, Hansel's sacrifice will have been for nothing."-Antares 2 thought, as she turned towards San Francisco.

-Target building is between Market Street to South beach. Dog Bear approaching target.-said an USN member.-Use their position as guidance.

-This is Antares 2, roger.-Antares 2 said.-I'll lower my lock-on range to minimize collateral damage.

Antares 2 headed towards Dog Bear's position, near the tallest building of San Francisco.

-"Figures."-Antares 2 thought, not impressed.-"Of course Olivieri's HQ had to be the tallest skyscraper in the area. Greedy bastards like him love tall buildings!"

-Antares 2, this is Dog Bear, we've got three F-35Bs blocking our path.-said the leader of the Dog Bear unit.-Our helicopters can hold off their Apaches, but they're sitting ducks for the F-35s.

-Understood, Dog Bear. Sit back while I take down those bastards.-said Antares 2.

-Who are you calling bastard, you loser?-said a voice over the radio, which both Canopus and Antares 2 recognized immediately.

-Olivieri!?-said Antares 2.-Did you actually pick your balls out of your purse?

-You won't be acting that cocky when I shoot you down, just like that bitter bastard that Sulejmani took out.-barked Olivieri.

-Bitter bastard. Are you talking about Hansel?-Antares 2 growled, as she approached the three F-35s.-ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HANSEL!?

Enraged, Antares 2 buzzed towards the three F-35s, which were hovering close to OLI's HQ. The one in the middle was different from the other two; while the ones flanking the third one were painted in light blue with white underbelly, the third one was painted jet black with golden streaks on its wings and elevators and golden tail rudders.

-"Guess the black and golden one is Olivieri's."-mused Antares 2.-"I'll take the escorts before I take that son of a whore down for the count."

Antares 2 fired two missiles on one of the F-35s and gunned the other one. Olivieri countered with a couple of QAAMs, which Antares 2 had to evade by pulling up hard.

-Did you honestly think it would be that easy, Davenport?-hissed Olivieri.-I was a military pilot long before you were even born.

-As if that would make a lick of a difference, you greedy fuck!-shot back Antares 2.-You are finished already. You just don't know it.

-Bring it on!-replied Olivieri, as he attacked Antares 2.

Antares 2 and Olivieri engaged in a dogfight, with Olivieri firing his QAAMs every time he got a lock on Antares 2's PAK FA.

-"At least he's not all talk."-Antares 2 mused, as she dodged his missiles.-"However, I took out much more skilled pilots long before I ever met this asshole."

-Not bad at all, Davenport.-said Olivieri, trying to provoke Antares 2 into making a mistake.-At least you can dodge, unlike that Foulke guy. He was better at shooting his mouth than shooting his weapons. And now it's your turn to bite the dust.

Antares 2 was fuming.

-Let's see how much you dare to talk shit about my flight lead when I gun you into oblivion!-she retorted.-And besides, even in the nigh impossible case you manage to shoot me down, you're finished, and you know it.

-What the hell are you on abou...-said Olivieri, before he realized what she meant. He looked back at the ground forces, which were advancing steadily towards his skyscraper.-You bastards!

Olivieri, blinded by shame and rage, dived towards the ground forces, arming his XAGMs. Antares followed him.

-You will not stop meeeeeee!-Olivieri screamed.

However, shortly before he could lock his XAGMs on to anything, Antares 2 fired her guns on the F-35B, hitting it right in the engine and sending it spiralling towards the OLI skyscraper.

-NOOOOOOOO!-Olivieri shouted, as his plane headed towards the building, passing over the ground forces.

Antares 2 did not cease her attack, firing the 30-millimeter gun on the burning aircraft. The F-35 crashed into the building, and Antares 2 flew in the gap between the pillars.

-It's all over. Our work here is done.-sighed Canopus.-Let's land at San Francisco International, Antares 2.

Both the AWACS plane and the PAK FA headed south, towards the airport.

San Francisco International, June 22nd 2016, 18:03 Hours; Weather: Clear skies

After an hour of grueling combat, both Frederick Burford and Marlene Davenport finally landed on the San Francisco International airport, after receiving clearance from the tower and being thanked for their efforts.

Davenport had climbed down the cockpit of her PAK FA and was resting by the aircraft's side, sighing at the bittersweet victory. Even though she had managed to take out the Golden Axe Plan, it had come at a high price.

She had lost Hansel Foulke, a dear friend, a skilled wingman, and her lover.

Burford approached her while the mechanics dealt with the E-767.

-Marlene, our forces had already seized the GAP's data center. The data thus obtained should allow the entire Golden Axe Plan to be exposed and dismantled.-said Burford.-It's not just our country, it's worldwide, and it will take time for peace to be fully restored. I'm proud to have seen you mature through this ordeal. Without you, their plan might have succeeded. Thank you, Marlene.

-Don't thank me, sir.-said Davenport, trying her best to smile.-I only did what I had to do. But Hansel...

-Yeah, about that, I've got good news.-said Burford, smiling.

-What!?-said Davenport, almost jumping to her feet.

-Hansel somehow managed to eject from his plane. He's been rescued by the USN and taken to a hospital nearby.-said Burford.

-Burford, take me to that hospital now.-asked Davenport.

-Right away.-said Burford.

Both of them headed towards the hospital where Foulke was being tended. Davenport was slightly appalled by his wounds, but she was glad he was alive.

-Hey, you did it.-Foulke said weakly.

-I don't want to merely state the obvious, but you too.-said Davenport, holding back the urge to hug her boyfriend, aware that he was badly wounded.-You have no idea how glad I am. I honestly thought you were a goner.

-Huh, at least I already know that 13 is my unlucky number.-said Foulke, joking about the fact that Davenport was his thirteenth wingman.

-Don't even joke about that.-replied Davenport.-And also, don't even try to do what you did back there ever again.

-You took a bullet for me back in Midway.-retorted Foulke.-And we were not even a couple back then.

-And you took two missiles for me today!-answered Davenport.-Were you trying to prove anything to me or what?

-I was doing what a flight lead must do, whether they are military pilots or mercenaries.-replied Foulke.-Protecting my wingman. And besides, it all worked out in the end, right?

-Yeah, but...-said Davenport, before being interrupted.

-Then that's settled.-continued Foulke.-However, it's going to take me a while to get back to shape, so for now, you're on your own. Please promise me that you'll take care. I want to fly with you again.

-Guess I have no choice.-sighed Davenport.-I'll be waiting for you, but don't take too long. I might get bored if I spend too much time waiting to kick your ass.

Foulke laughed at her remark.

-Don't worry, mein liebe.-he replied.-Once I get out of this hospital, we'll spar. But don't expect me to go easy on you. I'll make sure I win next time.

-In your dreams.-retorted Davenport.

-You're just like an old couple.-sighed Burford.

-SIR!-both Foulke and Davenport shouted, their faces flushed red.

Berlin, Germany, April 12th 2021, 12:00 Hours; Weather: Clear skies

"-The chaos caused by the militant Valahia and the Golden Axe Plan are our first experience of war instigated by a major corporation.

-Olivieri worked with sympathizers in other industries to create conflict to save his company from impending bankruptcy. People's fear toward "the enemy of the world" fueled a demand for insurance, allowing him to turn a massive profit through private war damage insurance in the U.S. - an insurance model that no normal insurance company would ever consider.

-But in the end, the Valahia betrayed him, and his plan was thrown into turmoil.

-That certainly must have shaken Olivieri at least for a moment. The dogs he thought he could control with the leash of money turned out to be wolves still clinging to a fantasy of the old world order. However he evaded risk by selling off his massively successful war damage insurance business to another company. So, once the Valahia was removed, he instigated an attack on American soil himself. The company he sold the business to would have been forced to honor massive claims to insurance holders. His plan was to offer funds, in exchange for gaining control of these companies. If this had succeeded, the world's industry industry would have been in the palm of Olivieri's hand.

-Thank you for that analysis. So this was the story of Andre Olivieri, the instigator and mastermind of the crisis. Unwilling to accept the loss of his company, his life's work, and driven by desperation, Olivieri masterminded and executed this terrifying plan. Luckily for the world, a brave group of heroic individuals uncovered Olivieri's plan and succeeded in putting an end to it. All we know is that they are PMC pilots, but no matter who they really are, it is thanks to their bravery that Olivieri's plot was foiled, and the world has once again found peace and order. No doubt the world sends out its collective thanks. Let's hope they continue to patrol our skies."

As the recorded news of the "Golden Axe Plan Crisis" played in an old cassette in the hangar, an X-02 Wyvern with a silver white paintjob taxied towards the runway, while Frederick Burford watched proudly. A couple of new members, Yolanda Vasquez, a Spanish ex-military pilot who had flown in the Patrulla Águila aerobatic team, and Arthur Bartlett, an ex-RAF mechanic, had joined the Antares squadron shortly after their combat over San Francisco. Several sorties after their entry in Martinez Security, Vasquez had acquired an ASF-X Shinden II, which she had painted with the paint scheme of the Patrulla Águila aerobatic team, while Arthur Bartlett had acquired the X-02 that was taxiing to the runway.

-Tower, this is Antares 4, requesting clearance.-Bartlett said.

-Antares 4, this is Tower.-said the air traffic controller.-Cleared for takeoff.

The X-02 took off rapidly, joining with the rest of the squadron shortly after. Marlene Davenport, who had been promoted to squadron leader, was piloting an XFA-33 Fenrir with a desert brown body with with black body trim and nose; Hansel Foulke, who since Davenport's promotion flew number 2, was piloting an ADFX-01 Morgan with a ghost white paintjob and red wings.

-Antares squadron, this is Burford.-Burford said on the radio.- You are scheduled to take heading 180 and rendezvous with Bone Arrow and Ridgeback squadrons. Contact AWACS Sky Eye when you reach them.

-Hey, the single lines and the arrows.-said Antares 1.-It's been a while since we last saw them.

-You can say that again.-sighed Antares 2.-It will be nice to fly with them again.

-How about that mission in Moscow?-said Antares 3.-I wonder if they'll take part in these operations.

-The Russians clearly stated that they will remain neutral unless directly attacked by the USEA Federation.-replied Antares 4.-So no, we won't be flying with them again.

-Una pena!-said Antares 3.-I really loved that vodka we were served back in Moscow.

-Really? You just miss Russia because of that?-asked Antares 2.

-Of course not!-replied Antares 3.-I just said I loved the vodka, that's all.

-Well, next time we see them, we'll ask them for some shots of vodka.-said Antares 4.

-Well, if you guys are settled, I'll contact Sky Eye.-said Antares 1, while she switched to the AWACS frequency.-AWACS Sky Eye, this is Antares 1. Requesting bearing of Ridgeback and Bone Arrow squadrons.

-Antares squadron, this is Sky Eye.-replied Sky Eye.-Maintain course. ETA for visual contact 10 minutes.

Ten minutes later, the Antares squadron rendezvoused with the Bone Arrow and Ridgeback squadron. The Ridgeback squadron was flying their trademark ASF-X Shindens, but the Bone Arrow squadron was comprised of a Rafale M, which was being piloted by the flight lead, a man known as Reaper, an Eurofighter Typhoon, piloted by Omega, an F-16F, piloted by Bronco, and a MiG-29K, piloted by Zebu.

-Guess that's the famous Antares squadron.-said Omega.-Hello guys! Long time no see. Seems like you guys got new crafts.

-Hello there, Omega.-said Antares 2.-By the way, where are Viper and Hammer?

-They're no longer with us.-said Bronco.-Viper retired after a mission over Tokyo, and Hammer's...

-No need to say anything.-interjected Antares 2.-So, the other guys are...

-Our flight lead is Reaper.-said Zebu, with a thick French accent.-He seems to be quite a hotshot. And I'm Zebu. I joined shortly after this Viper guy retired.

-Well, I wouldn't say a hotshot.-said Reaper, with a sweet Canadian accent.-I just do my job, like everyone else.

-Of course you'd be humble about your achievements.-said Antares 3.-Humility is a trademark of aces.

-By the way, sorry to butt in, but who's flying the Shinden?-asked Edge, the flight lead of the Ridgeback squadron.

-I, Antares 3.-said Antares 3.

-Just for the record, take good care of your aircraft.-said Edge.-These crafts are no cheap.

-Don't mind Edge.-said Reaper.-She may seem all business, but she's a nice girl on the inside.

-Don't call me "nice girl", you mook!-barked Edge, as the other pilots laughed full-heartedly.

-Sorry to cut your banter, but you have an objective to take out.-said Sky Eye.-You must take out the Usean forces in the border before they advance towards Central Europe. If we fail, we'll lose all Central Europe. And keep an eye out for the Butterfly Master.

-Butterfly Master?-asked Antares 1.

-Some sort of pilot who pilots an unmanned QFA-44.-replied Edge.-She killed Slash over Japan.

-"She"?-asked Antares 3.

-Yep, she's a girl, and loves dogfighting with me.-said Reaper.-I don't know why. Also she loves humming during combat.

-All planes, move out.-ordered Sky Eye.

After acknowledging Sky Eye's orders, the three squadrons headed into the combat zone, ready for yet another fight against the USEA Federation...


Twentieth and final chapter. Sadly, I failed to complete this chapter any sooner. I have no right to apologize for my delays. But on the good side, I have a Steam Account. Just search for AurelianAce in Steam if you want to add me as a friend and play with me. As of April 10th, I own Ace Combat Assault Horizon: Enhanced Edition, Depth, Fistful of Frags, IL-2 Shturmovik: Cliffs of Dover, Left 4 Dead 2, Mortal Kombat Komplete Edition, No More Room in Hell, Team Fortress 2 and TERA. Also, I'm hyper hyped for Ace Combat 7, and I'm waiting patiently to buy it on Steam when it's released.

Regarding my fanfics, I'll work on both Ace Combat Skies of Deception and Joint Assault's sequels this summer. The SoD's sequel will be that, a sequel, titled Skies of Incursion and borrowing as many things from the SoI app as possible, but it will have a different story (Don't worry though. Falco 1 will be the main hero). Joint Assault's will narrate the adventures of the Antares squadron after the Golden Axe Plan Crisis and before the epilogue of this chapter. Thanks to each and every one who read, faved, followed, and reviewed my fanfics during my absence. Good luck and take care. See you next time