[@Dynamo Frokane]

Alphonse, by then, was slowly leveling the plane just above the Albatross's altitude.  Fast as the Albatross was, the Old Fart's maneuverability was considerably higher than the short-ranged bomber's, so within seconds, it was tailing the Albatross by making a sharp 45-degree turn.

"You have four options with any bomber : hit the bomb bay with some heavy-caliber rounds, hit either wings and make it veer off course, go for the engines from the front, or blast the cockpit.  I'll leave the fastest option to you.  Just be careful; in case you guys can't get the job done fast enough, I'll be lighting up our bird here from the rear.  Try not to cross the main body from above or below the target, unless you wanna get caught.  You've got less than four minutes."

With that said, the Vulcans got fixing to scream again, and so Alphonse opened fire on the Albatross's tail.

"Here's for the holes you put in my wings, asshole!"

Given, the holes were more just on the side of the the main body, but hey, it sounded cool.  The bullets began to fly out again, this time with much greater volume.