"Meteor, engaging."

This was supposed to be a friendly match, not a shooting war against aircraft a decade newer than hers. Kate pushed the throttle to the stops and quickly accelerated thanks to the lack of a bomb load. Reaching mach 1.2 she pulled climb, gaining as much altitude as possible. Still climbing, she rolled towards the nearest MiG, climbing above it and turning in behind the enemy. The difference in aircraft quickly became apparent as it began to pull away, cutting into a sharp turn. She followed, barely able to keep up with the more agile jet.

She thought for a second about the direction they had come from. 190 would be out to sea, meaning they must have launched from a carrier. She lost that train of thought as the MiG began to climb, pulling away rapidly. The jets afterburners provided a quick lock for the missiles and she fired.

"Meteor, Fox Two."