I sigh as Cypher flips over my Flanker glad to see that they are ok.<br/><br/>As the new fighters approach I select my remaining Sidewinders and keep tense ready to make a move but Cypher acted like they knew the other planes and I calm down after a few minutes of flying.<br/><br/>Once we get over a base Cypher and the Tigershark angle to land, I circle the base with the Tomcat and take in what might be my new home…I look at my watch and see that my life had been changed forever in the matter of thirty minutes. ‘It feels like a bad dream’ I think to myself as we circle around again.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>“Flanker Pilot you are clear to land”</span>I hear crackle over the radio ‘Finally’ I think but put on a nice voice and say “Roger that” as I began my final approach then touch down smoothly, I taxi over and park behind and to the side of the odd looking fighter and see a couple of pilots down there.<br/><br/>I wonder which one Cypher is as I shut down my Flanker and pop my canopy smelling fresh air of the base, which means it smelled like jet fuel, grease and burnt rubber but if you didn’t like those smells or at lease tolerate them you didn’t become a pilot.<br/><br/>I take off my helmet and wince at the sunlight that assaults my eyes already missing my sun visor from my helmet then I remember my shades and pull them on as I climb down from my fighter and walk over by the other pilots and give a shy smile.<br/><br/>“Hey” I say nervously being the swave guy I am at making good first impressions.