[color=6ecff6][b]Ximena Huang[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"I'm watching them, don't wanna blow my cover until I see just what I'm dealing with."[/color] 

Slow and steady wins the race, patience is a virtue, all those good lessons she had heard somewhere and tossed aside as worthless-they mattered up here. She craved the fury of a fight and the glory of a kill but it would be hard to enjoy them if she misjudged a situation and ate rockets. 

Rockets, yeah, right. Getting shot down by an unguided bomb would be pretty embarrassing. 

[color=6ecff6]"But you know what, just for you-I'll make an exception."[/color] 

She had probably taken a few too many AMRAAMs and not enough AIM9s, but the MiGs were out of her visual range anyway. She wasn't paying for the missiles, and Shattered didn't give her a cash bonus for not spending all of them, so why not take a shot?

She slowly squeezed the trigger, waiting to hear the beautiful blessed sound of a confirmed lock. She only completed the pull when La Catrina whispered sultry, sweet nothings in her ear. 

[i]"Target locked."[/i]

Ah, bliss. Better than any dirty talk, that was for damn sure. 

[color=6ecff6]"Foooooox TWO!"[/color] 

And still more were coming, a flight of Mirages creeping in for a scuffle while they were still unbloodied. Her finger hovered over the trigger as Catrina searched, the eyeless beauty using all her awesome power to detect the enemy. Invisible waves soared through the air before bouncing off an object moving at hundreds of miles an hour back towards her, and through some techno-occult magic the Beautiful Corpse had another victim in its sights.

[i]"Target locked."[/i]

[color=6ecff6]"God, she's sexy. Fox Two."[/color] 

Another shot, another hit. That one almost missed due to some skillful maneuvering from the pilot, but the shower of flares they sent out didn't deter the missile. An entire wing was blown off, followed by the canopy as the operator bailed out. 

[color=6ecff6][i]Lucky you.[/i][/color] Jefe thought, waving to her vanquished foe in their ejection seat. [color=6ecff6][i]Get back to base, wipe the sweat from your face then get back into the sky so we can meet again. I'll kill you next time, I promise.[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Easy fuckin' does it. I'm still going to stick close to you for now Kitten, keep sniping them if I can. That way-"[/color] 

[color=00a651]"Be advised, there are more bandits. I repeat, more bandits. A minimum of four heavily modified F-15s. I repeat, MINIMUM of four."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Pinches ratas con alas, cào nǐ mā!"[/color] She practically spat into the radio, groaning in annoyance. Right in the middle of a conversation, piece of shit bastard fucking-[color=6ecff6]"I see 'em, moving!"[/color]

And see them she did. Blacked-out stealth fighters-shit, Silent Eagles? Great. Flying the same model of super plane like a real military unit, they even color-coordinated their trimming. 

[color=6ecff6][i]Well, aren't they just so well-organized?[/i][/color] she sneered to herself, twisting the stick around. She recognized them too, the big T was a good logo: Titans. Efficient, lethal, better than the local yokels she had been chewing through the past couple of days. 

Tonight was shaping up to be interesting. 

[color=6ecff6]"Sorry to love ya and leave Kitten, got a problem here."[/color] 

It was only fair to let her know that she was on her own again, and in Ximena's defense someone was actively trying to kill her. She'd make up for being so rude later. Right now she had to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e17mr5ZtWPI]get things started[/url]. 

Step one was to keep her height advantage. Jefe was already high up in the clouds and wanted to climb even higher, force her new friend to [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basic_fighter_maneuvers#High_Yo-Yo]chase her up a proverbial mountain.[/url] Letting her speed drop allowed her to turn on a dime, La Catrina flipping her nose around so she was coming down on Mister Green from on high. 

[color=6ecff6]"Nǐ hǎo!"[/color] 

It wasn't a brevity code but it was broadcast for all to hear...right after she sent an AIM straight at him. The beauty of those things was that they were entirely immune to flares, being radar guided, and jamming them was often just tying the noose around your own neck. Once it detected a jamming attempt, it would switch to passive guidance and crash into the source of the signal. 

And just for kicks, Ximena was guiding it with her Scorpion as well. There was a rule that applied to business, espionage, and combat aviation: 

Always stack the deck. 

[@Rhona W]