Once upon a time (starting it like this means it could be ficticious), I had assisted in foiling a base capture and in the process had won the CH200 affections of a moderately skilled player. A brief battle of wits insued & I felt I had won there also.
My new found admirer was of the persistant persuasion though, he continued to rant and rave about my just being lucky in killing him and a couple of his fellow attackers. I wanted to know myself If I was indeed just "lucky" so, I promptly asked where his next sortie was going to be, as his attack had lost momentum & it was unlikely he would return there. He refused to disclose his location or next attack point, which didnt really surprise me.
I had given up on actually finding him when I got a PM, I noticed the bright text as it appeared on screen but was surprised when I focused on the text. It wasn't from the player I had been talking with on 200, It was from a coutryman of his, that didnt like his attitude or personality. This 3rd party gave me the necessary info to find my admirer & I killed the guy in all 3 of his next sorties, and also several of his wingmen. It was one of the best flights I ever had.
I dont recall any of the names involved, maybe it was just a great dream:aok