The VOX opened on the Range channel.
"See that 109?'
"Ya," I replied."
I pulled a low G turn then up just behind his tail then rolled into a flat turn for the shot. The merge was mine.
"Watch out for the 190," the Vox knocked the smile off my face.
"There is another 109 coming in on you. . . no two more."
"You got two 190s on your six too.
I was out of options. I broke off the shot. I tried a diving BRD pulling out inches off the deck at 400 MPH after 8000 feet spun off the altimeter.
The vox crackled in my ear one last time.
The rear view showed all red.
"Where did they all go?
My green comrades comments bit as hard as one of the three 109's cannon or maybe it was one of the two 190s all chasing me now.
"They are all on me," I got out just before the explosion.