The call to get in the clouds rang out, and this did not make Natasha's situation any better. Practically skimming the ocean, she had all of the sky to cover if she wanted to make the clouds. Worse, it seemed all other friendlies were already there or nearly. She hit the afterburner and the wings of her MiG-23 swept back, approaching the aircraft's Mach 2.32 top speed. After she was at a suitably high speed, she pulled the stick up and the Flogger suddenly sharply rose from the ocean, screaming towards its allies in the clouds. As she climbed, Natasha saw the unmarked assailants swarming around her comrades, thankful that there was nobody she could see on her tail. She was still climbing amidst evasive maneuvers just in case, and soon two attackers spotted her and nosedived from the amoeba of dogfighting. Fortunately, by the time they had gotten down far enough, turned around and arrived on Natasha's tail, she was in the clouds. The two craft that had broken off to meet her were still on her tail, though, and as soon as she entered a cloud she dramatically slowed down and made a hard right turn, throwing off her pursuers. She was now officially part of the maelstrom of aerial combat and pushed her MiG-23 to the limit trying to avoid the unseeable attackers, She couldn't mount an offensive and couldn't run - she had to survive until the reinforcements arrived...although she wasn't sure what good reinforcements would do against these opponents.