“HQ, I’m five-five-oh over nine-seven-two 27 klicks out from package Omega bearing two-one-one-dot-two, punchout at 22000 feet!”
“Big Bird to Rider, friendlies have been engaged bearing oh-nine-five from Olympus, cannot reinforce you now. Enemy planes are coming in at Mach 3, bearing on two-three-eight.”
“Big Bird, cannot engage right now! I’m three birds down and two men in the water waiting SAR. I am exercising squadron leader mission abort authority, ordering RTB.”
“Negative, there are no other assets airborne. Package Gamma just went down with all birds, Jumper squadron just got annihilated by the incoming bogeys. Package Omega is still scrambling nukes. Airspace intrusion t-minus 80…. standby. Roger that, Rider squadron you have eye-in-the-sky backup. Mobile TacCommand station Beta-4 is standing by for 40mm saturation-fire cover.”
“This is Rider lead, copy that. MTC move to killbox one-alpha. Advise we are running low on fuel and stealth status is compromised.”
“Roger. Big Bird out. Good luck.”