Mission 2: Great Migration.

[Comona Base, West Indies. 1300 hours. May 15, 2019.]

Omega: "Ahh, nothin' like a trip to the Caribbean."

Goodfellow: "Goodfellow to all units. The unidentified transports and escorts are approaching the aerospace center. Once we identify them as hostile, you have permission to shoot them down. Don't let them damage the aerospace center."

Viper: "Bone Arrow 1, this is Viper. I'm getting a radar blip on our twelve."

Goodfellow: "Goodfellow to Viper. Switch to an open channel and send out a notice."

Viper: "Yeah, yeah. Copy that. (Annoyed SIGH) Attention unidentified aircraft. This is the Arrow squadron operating under independent United Nations command. Follow our guidance and change your-."

Goodfellow: "FC radar targeting from the craft. They're bandits."

Omega: "I knew it!"

Goodfellow: "All units, permission to engage!"

Viper: "All right, let's get this party started. Hey. You. Bone Arrow 4. The rookie with that stupid emblem. You're with me. I wanna see what you got."

Reaper: "Sure thing…I guess."

Reaper: "Fox Three!"

Viper: "Transports down. Time to wipe up the rest."

Goodfellow: "Watch out! Enemy launching air-to-air missile. You got a missile coming for you, rook. Dodge it."

Reaper: "Missile, evading!"

Goodfellow: "Nice evade. Stay focused."

Goodfellow: "Watch out for missiles as you take out the enemy."

Reaper: "Roger that, Goodfellow."

Reaper: "I have a lock."

Goodfellow: "Fire."

Reaper: "I missed!"

Viper: "Grab 'em."

Reaper: "Locked on."

Goodfellow: "Fox Three."

Reaper: "I bagged one!"

Omega: "Not too bad, rookie."

Viper: "More of 'em on our twelve. Think you can keep up with me, kid?"

Reaper: "I'll try my best, Viper."

Omega: "Y'know, that Reaper emblem you got freaks me out. Feels like I'm gonna get haunted. How 'bout I paint a nicer one on there for you, huh?"

Reaper: "No thank you."

Goodfellow: "Your tactical recon data's been updated. Check your HUD, rookie. Your tactical data link activates when you're in close range of allied craft. It's incorporating sensor fusion technology. If you've got a tactical data link, your FCSes will work in tandem to boost the whole squadron's attack power."

Omega: "It'll boost your accuracy, reload speed, firepower, and a heck of a lot more."

Reaper: "Nice."

Goodfellow: "Watch your distance from the others as you proceed."

Reaper: "Fox Three!"

Goodfellow: "Enemy transport down."

Goodfellow: "One hostile transport left."

Reaper: "Target destroyed."

Goodfellow: "You know how to use you data link, I hope?"

Goodfellow: "Enemy transport squadron destroyed."

Omega: "Hey, rookie, take a look at Viper's craft. The thing's old enough to be in a museum, but he threw a boatload of cash into customizing it. And see that infinity mark on the side? That means he's shot down so many bandits, he can't even keep count anymore."

Viper: "Viper here. King Bailout, do you copy? Seem like you got a lot of free time over there. You just got back in the air, don't get yourself shot up again."

Omega: "Roger that, Viper…You always know when he's nearby, too, 'cause you can smell his breath."

Goodfellow: "All bandits confirmed down-."

Viper: "Not yet they aren't. We got a couple stragglers."

Enemy Fighter Pilot: "We've got transports down."

Enemy Fighter Pilot: "First group already arrived. Cover the rest."

Goodfellow: "Third enemy flight incoming. Take them all down."

Viper: "Right. Time to make the donuts."

Reaper: "Radar locked."

Viper: "Grab 'em."

Omega: "Kill 'em!"

Reaper: "Say goodbye."

Goodfellow: "Five hostile craft left."

Enemy Fighter Pilot: "I see one with a snake emblem."

Enemy Fighter Pilot: "Be careful. They're stronger than we thought."

Enemy Fighter Pilot: "That's Viper! He's a veteran mercenary ace."

Reaper: "This isn't your day."

Enemy Fighter Pilot: "Break! Break!"

Viper: "Data link lost."

Reaper: "Fox Two."

Goodfellow: "Half the enemy flight's down. Keep it up."

Enemy Fighter Pilot: "What the heck?! They're pushing us back!"

Goodfellow: "Viper's shot down a bandit. The rest of you better shape up before he gets all of 'em."

Omega: "Boy, Viper, you sure step your game up once your creditors starts harassing you, huh?"

Reaper: "Fire!"

Reaper: "Bull's eye!"

Goodfellow: "One bandit left. This is it."

Omega: "The last one's mine."

Viper: "No it ain't. I still got some money left to make."

Reaper: "Too late."

Omega: "Aw, man. The rookie got to him first."

Goodfellow: "All bandits offline. Great job, Bone Arrow squadron."

Viper: "Time to go home."

Omega: "Whew…"

Goodfellow: "Goodfellow to Viper. How'd our new recruit do?"

Viper: "The Reaper kid? Not bad, considering. If he applies himself, I can see him becoming useful. Anyone can, if they put in the time to get past their growing pains."

Goodfellow: "Too bad the last guy didn't get that far."

Viper: "Yeah, because you pushed him too hard."