The clouds rushed passed as an uneasy calm came over the cockpit of the aircraft. It was always an odd feeling, being thousands of feet over hostile ground, but all the while completely invisible to the enemies below. With a hum of a tune, Reagan flipped on the targeting pod and began to scan the ground below for the targes. Didn’t take long, as the infrared sensor pierced the clouds and swept the ground for heat signatures. A cluster emerged on her display, a slight blur but otherwise clear as day. The Hawk missile sites sat idle, unaware of the threats overhead. Such as the nature of stealth aircraft. She lased it, sent the GPS data to her bombs, and moved on to the next. Lased, targeted, next. 

Within a few minutes, the enemy SAM sites had all been painted. With targeting out of the way, she gently manuvered the F117N into an attack run. The internal bomb bay opened and SGBUs flew free, small winglets extending and gliding towards their targets. 

For the enemy on the ground, there would have been a small blip, depending on their settings, that would appear for disappearing just as. An anomaly, a glitch, something to safetly ignore as death hurdled towards them with silent, cold, mechanical grace. 

Reagan gave a cheer of joy as she watched her bombs land on target. Bright white flashes appeared in her targeting pod as one after another, the SAM sites disappeared in a brilliant explosion. Finally, the radar site itself was hit, removing the last of her designated targets

“Stingray here, priority gound targets destroyed! Moving on to secondary targets with remaining payload. ECM active as well to make sure the skies stay clear. Happy hunting everyone!” Regan said with a smile. The ambush had worked, the skies were clear, and it was time to stack up some more ground targets for a fatter paycheck. Quickly, her targets revealed themselves to her. ZSU gun positions tore off their camoflauge and began erratically firing up into the air at the incoming aircraft. Quickly, she began to mark one after the other, totaling to four. Again, the bay opened, and quickly four more GBU-39s flew free and glided towards their targets. 

One after another, bombs splashed and AAA positions went quiet again. Quickly scanning through the pod again as she banked the aircraft around, she spotted a prime opportunity. An attack helicopter, which seemed to have been refueling at the moment of attack, began to turn its blades and fire up its engines as the ground crew scattered away. With a grin, she lined up the reticle, marked it, uploaded the coordinates, then deployed the bomb. 

“Come on, come on, come on…!” Reagan grumbled to herself as she watched the helicopter begin to lift off. Soon the helicopter was lifting off and she began to swore, thinking she had missed her window of oppertunity. That’s when the bomb slammed through the cockpit, out the bottom of the helicopter, and exploded on the landing pad. Reagan stared in disbelief for a brief moment, for quickly hurrying to ensure that particular strike clip was saved.