Apollo and Pop were the last group to go for the first hop. "I'm ready. Pop?" Apollo checks over the controls.
"All good back here," Pop replies, turning on radar and the radio.
"Mission control, are we cleared for take off?" Apollo asks.
"You are cleared for take off on runway 2w," Tower control clears. Apollo drives the jet to the correct runway and takes off.
"Pilots, this is your first hop. The jets you are flying against are smaller, faster and more maneuverable, just like the enemy's MIGs. The clock is ticking and as of now, we are keeping score." Jester signs off and takes off. Apollo and Pop just reached the start of the hard deck when Jester flies under them.
"I lost him," Apollo tells Pop as she turns the jet. "Pop you got eyes?"
"I got nothing Apollo," Pop replies after looking around for a second.
"We're going upside down." Apollo laughs and flips the jet upside down. Apollo spots Jester turning around and coming back for the pair. "There he is." Apollo flips again and pulls up higher.
"Where are you going? He's going to get us?" Pop asks, confused.
"Oh, we're going to win."
"Don't think too highly of yourself," Jester tells Apollo.
"I don't sir," Apollo replies as she turns the jet again.
"Apollo, Jester is on your tail," Pop warns looking back.
"Got it." Apollo dives trying to get Jester off their tail.
"It didn't work," Pop says, looking back again.
"Alright," Apollo pops up the jet.
"You're good Apollo but I'm better," Jester says as the target lock rings through the jet.
"God dammit," Apollo hits the canopy with her fist.
"It's ok Apollo we'll get him next time," Pop reassures.
"You lasted longer than most Apollo," Jester tells her.