Stingray rode the bright thermals high above Linosa, sunlight flashing off the Seahawk’s angled panels. Below her, the island’s bunkers and hardened positions still bristled with activity, stubborn even after the initial bombardment. “Alright, mop up time...” she muttered with an easy smile as she selected a GBU-39, the targeting reticle locking onto a concrete nest dug into the hillside. With a relaxed flick of her wrist, she released the bomb, watching it glide downward through the crisp daylight on her display. “Aaaaaand... splash,” she said, voice light as the bunker erupted in a neat orange blossom beneath her.

Heartbreak came in over the comms as the battle continued to evolve. "All ships and vessels are out of the picture. Pivot to attacking the land-based targets, over."

Ayvee answered with a warm calm, having finally relaxed into her element. “Stingray here. Copy, Lead, and way ahead of you. Hitting hardpoints right now. All triple A seems silent, and anything with any sense is staying grounded.” She banked toward the main staging area, its barracks still intact and bustling with movement. Cueing another SDB, she guided it manually as the targeting computer zoomed in on a bright window reflecting the midday sun. She nudged the crosshair with small, unhurried corrections. “Come oon… aaand… perfect.” The feed showed the bomb slipping straight through the frame, followed by a clean, surgical flash. Ayvee let out a sigh. “I need to join the LPGA...”

She released another pair of GBU-39s, the bombs glinting once in the sun before gliding silently into two coastal bunkers. Twin shockwaves rippled outward, dust plumes rising in slow-motion curls.