Ariella let out a brief sigh of relief as her 6 was cleared by one of the paired Foxbats from long range. 6 claimed the kill, his accent thick and tone professional as he spoke, and she answered with some relief creeping into her tone.
"Roger, Six. Thanks for the assist, over"
Farid called in, and the Israeli pilot craned her neck to get a view as he spoke, seeing the Tigershark gracefully carving air as it weaved and tangled with a much heavier and larger Flanker, a missile explosion nearby marking the battle. 
[QUOTE]"Dammit. Bandits engaging me two-on-one,"[/QUOTE]
"Roger, Eleven - hold tight, moving to assist!"
Ariella hauled hard on the stick, the nose of the re-engineered Kfir coming around. The canards deflected hard, working in tandem with the thrust vector panels on the engine to haul the nose of the delta-winged jet around onto the same heading as the Tigershark and its' ominous pursuer. The airframe rattled and clattered as she came around, the light, grey and dismal as it was, threw shifting shadows around the cockpit, and then the Kfir was on an intercept to the Flanker, cutting in close to the pair.
[I]Too close for missiles,[/i] she thought in a snap moment, the helmet-mounted sight changing pipper as she selected her ADEN cannon. The gunsight lead the target, and her gloved finger squeezed the trigger. A low thrumming drummed through the airframe as the twin lines of tracer lanced out through the air and intersected the blue-grey shape of the Flanker at her call of 'Guns'. Debris cascaded off of the aircraft, and smoke bloomed into life, threaded with dark oil. Then the sight was lost as she blasted past, the flanker slowly rolling off of the F-20's tail, and onto its' back before the canopy blew clear and the pilot ejected.
"One off of you, Eleven, and I think the other is having second thoughts. Overwatch, sitrep, over?"
"Roger, One. Five and Six just took down two more ALCM's, Over half of the bombers are down, only three remaining. However, there are eight bandits still in the area, and on the hostiles. They can't go much longer this far from home though, Excalibur. Push them and let's get this finished!"
"Roger that!" replied Ariella, hauling the nose around to form up on Excalibur Eleven's wing. "Eleven, let's go persecute the enemy. Sounds like Four and Seven need our help with these guys, and we should keep their tails clear so they can take care of business!"

With the SU-24 and Jaguar occupied by the hostiles, the remaining Bears dived to gain speed and confuse the radar, looming above the steel-grey seas. However, the coastline was in sight. The lead Bear dropped its' missiles, the six Kh-55 missiles dropping from both wings and igniting their turbojets in a blaze of yellow flame. This time the journey would be much shorter, a handful of minutes, for the missiles to cross the ocean and make shore. 
And this time they wouldn't be as predictable either - the six miniature aircraft spread out, accelerating as they did and moving on to a wide spread of courses to approach Lossiemouth from multiple directions. 
"Six more missiles inbound!" said Overwatch. "Bombers are five miles from target. No more cruise missiles on their wings; looks like they're carrying internal bombs as well. Fighters still inbound too! Air defence fighters are five minutes away, keep at it Excalibur!"
"Roger," replied Ariella, her voice tight in her throat. "We're doing well guys, just keep on 'em. We're almost there!"