Ryo had slept in, one of the few privileges of not flying on a certain day, 10 pilots each day were assigned to patrol the area, being in a war match along side maple high school, and 164 squadron fighting Saunders to the south, which had its own Air Force. Ryo climbed out of bed, got dressed and walked down to the hangars to speak to gothbell, Ryo's spitfire had been damaged in a previous flight by a P51.
-Ryo morning gothbell, hows my spit coming along?
-gothbell just finished up actually, she's ready to fly, I'll have her towed out to the flight line in 5
-Ryo jolly good, have the patrol flights reported anything?
Gothbell- not that I know of, Saunders has been strangely quiet for a while
MEANWHILE 20,000 FT UP AND ABOUT 100 NAUTICAL MILES TO THE SOUTH
Patrol flight A led by sharpie was flying in a Vic formation scanning the sky when sharpie spotted something
Sharpie- TALLY HO, formation of bombers at 2:00 level. We better radio the squadron to scramble, it's heading right for Borden.
MEANWHILE BACK AT BASE
The radio cracks to life, Ryo answers,
All he hears is: SQUADRON SCRAMBLE, BOMBERS TO THE SOUTH 177 DEGREES AT 104 NAUTICAL MILES AND CLOSING.
Feeling his heart skip a beat he ran to the air raid siren and loudspeaker, activated the siren and said over the speaker: "WHOLE SQUADRON SCRAMBLE, BOMBERS AT 177 DEGREES TO THE SOUTH AT 104 NAUTICAL MILES AND CLOSING, GO GO GO"
All pilots ran from their barracks to their aircraft parked on the flight line ready to go, Ryo got going too, leaving gothbell in charge of the base, got his spit fired up and took off leading a swarm of spits and tyffies behind him, all in under 2 minutes. The race is on and the clock is ticking.
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102 Silver Foxes I: The Prop Driven Drive to win
Action1966, with the creation of the U.S navy Fighter weapons school, more commonly known as TOP GUN, shensado allowed airforces to be used, and the new "war match" system was introduced with a best 3 out of 5 match setup and guerrilla ops in between. Wi...
