I laugh silently to myself as Cypher jokes around, then he warns me of two bogies coming in fast.<br/><br/>“Berkuts?!” I question belatedly as I suddenly remember some maneuvers I watched those planes do at an air show and climb on full burner trying to line up on one of the ”Golden  Eagles” as I know them to be called as he came out of the sun and hit my main cannon as it roared by in a heartbeat going the opposite direction which was where Cypher had been.<br/><br/>I cut my throttle and flip on my back and pull a sharp dive as I try not to black out, as my nose points to the ground I see the Berkut in front of me as he is rocketing off to my left and I bank in after him as I pull level I firewall my throttle again. I take a millisecond to look around the battle zone and see the other Su-47 smoking slightly and Cypher is gaining on him, Then at my radar ‘Good’ I think as I see the MIGs heading outbound fast ‘Or at least as fast as those old MIGs can’ my thoughts add.<br/>As I angle for a shot of any kind I see that the Su-47 is also angling in on Cypher and they must have a lock on him from the way he’s moving around the cockpit.<br/><br/>"Some time this century, Gunner!" I hear on the radio and smirk as I remember that I have two Q-GRAMs strapped on my fighter and hit the switch to arm them, almost instantly my computer gets a lock on the  Berkut in front of me.<br/><br/>“Fox three” I say as I fire the pair of missiles at almost point blank range then snap into a roll  diving under the doomed fighter as I hear all hell break loose above me, afraid that I over shot and hit Cypher with the Quick Maneuver  missiles I continue my roll and stare at the fireball above me.<br/><br/>“Cypher!!!” I cry in to my microphone hoping I didn’t just lose my second wingman of the day.