Scott's reaction was much the same as Jamie's own. He was following the dogfight from a distance, and had anticipated moving in shortly, as the aerial ballet was drawing out far too long. But the last development was... beyond belief. 
They were less than an hour into this undeclared war which was all of one brief engagement old. The stakes were minimal at best; there was no superweapon to defeat, no 11th hour desperation, no civilian population under threat or held to ransom. But here it was: using desperation tactics in nothing more desperate than an unnecessarily personal duel. It was a tactic of the desperate, not that of a professional, experienced, ace of a pilot. 
And if their enemy had already sunk into this level of desperate, dire circumstances in their first engagement, already being willing to throw their aircraft at their enemy, all of one engagement old, rather than run. What madness was this? Were they all this level of fanatical? Was [i]this[/i] the real face of the enemy they were fighting, a nation of fanatical mad men, equipped for the machinery of war, but resorting to the tactics of the damned and the desperate insane?
Well, fuck that. 

He hauled the nose of the A-10 around, feeding thrust to the twin turbofans and his one channel for his comms. 
"Angel 2, this is 4. I dunno about you, but I'm pretty fed up with watching this shit-show. Going for guns on that unmanned Flanker. Follow me up for a second pass on it if I don't take it. Over."
Using the A-10's maneuvrability, he pulled into a steep banking turn twisting the nose of the powerful ground-attack jet onto the unmanned jet. He trusted in his helmet-mounted sights' cues, and bought the GAU-8's gunsight pipper into the course of the plane, curling his gloved finger against the trigger on the joystick between his knees.

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"Angel Four, Guns" 
Scott felt the reverb through the airframe as the massive GAU-8 fired a brief burst. Seven barrels, firing milk-bottle sized shells, the recoil was enough to noticably slow the jet, and he could feel the gun firing through his seat. Black smoke streamed back from the nose of the plane on his brief pass; merely a heart-beats moment of firing, before the moment passed and he was turning in an arcing bank back toward the engagement.

He saw the parachute descending toward the earth spiralling as it went, and hit his comms. 
"This is Angel 4; enemy pilot ejected. Request SAR in the area, looks like the ejection went bad. Better have the medics on standby, over".