[b][i]Mykhailo Martinez[/i][/b]

"Roger that!" Mykhailo said to the comms as he pressed inward, dissatisfied at how the foe just melted away before him. He shot another missile from his F-16 to blow up another emplacement, then strafed some people setting up a man-portable missile from behind some sandbags. 

Despite being new, he knew how to whittle down the foe with little danger to himself, to cause stress and fear and press upon them the futility of their cause. 

They had another radar station; Mykhailo shot a rocket downward at it, then strafed the area around the remains; this was like a cat playing around with mice - Unsatisfying and also a little bit immoral. He can already think from the enemy's point of view that these 'Westerners' were pitiless, honorless, and simultaneously cowards and remorseless killers. 

Completely forgetting that they struck first, of course.

Mykhailo kept up this cycle, of strafing, of launching rockets at fixed emplacements, of herding those who fled to their tunnels and foxholes in the middle of the island, where he would obey his orders and not pursue. Instead, he'd try and find anything that resembled an arsenal... and drop his last GPS-guided glide bomb.

He was not going to earn Ace-hood today. But he was going to eliminate the foes.

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