Just as I’m about to pull the trigger on John when a plane streaks between us and thankfully John breaks off and goes after the newcomer leaving the airliner and myself to get the hell out of here.<br/><br/>The airliner banks to the starboard and speeds up ‘They must think I’m still a threat’ I think as I punch my speed back up a little and bank to the port trying to leave the airspace and the battle behind.<br/><br/>My mind is racing as I look around wondering when John or the newcomer is going to fall on my tail, I realize that I’ve committed treason by not following orders and that if I go home I’ll be ordered to do the same deeds that we were sent out to do today….that is if I’m lucky and no body shoots me first.<br/><br/>My stomach does flip-flops as this sinks in and without my knowing I’m decelerating again flying straight and level, I hear a distant explosion and look at my radar and see that John is no longer on it and I feel sadness but its mixed with relief. I wonder about this as I see a blip on my radar moving fast and look over my shoulder to see that plane climb higher.<br/><br/>“He must be looking for me” I say softly watching the radar for him or her to see me and come finish me off, for an instant I think about ejecting and heading somewhere on foot but laugh that off “I would hate that kind of hike” I add to my thoughts as I think about my options and realize that they are slim.<br/><br/>I keep the nose of my Flanker pointed the direction I’m facing and dive for the deck at about 500 knots, a disgraceful speed for this big powerful plane but at this point I don’t want to make to many sudden moves.