"You don't even know who I am!" She yelled "I can handle myself. Go back to Command, rookie."<br/><br/>She stopped in front of her plane, looking at the spades painted on her RAF Typhoon. The Ace of Spades, huh? Then she wrenched the door open and got in, seeing that Alex had done the same. She rolled her eyes and put on her headgear. "This is Sergeant Claire Dennis, paging for Central Command. Over."<br/><br/>"Central Command. Over."<br/><br/>"Permission to remove my wingman who arrived today from this operation. Over"<br/><br/>"Permission denied. Over." Claire was livid. Honestly they didn't care at all. She was going to lose another one.<br/><br/>"Alright. Permission for takeoff granted."<br/><br/>"Permission granted. Runway 3 and 4 are clear. Dennis, take Runway 3. Grain, take Runway 4."<br/><br/>Claire flipped a few switches, the plane hummed to life.<br/><br/>"Engines are go.<br/><br/>Oil tank is full.<br/><br/>All systems functioning at optimal levels."<br/><br/>She took the throttle lever and pulled it down. The plane lurched forward into a steady acceleration.<br/><br/>"Unit Two Two One Alpha. Clear for liftoff. Unit Two Two One Beta. Clear for liftoff."<br/><br/>221B was Alex's unit. At least she wouldn't set the record for shortest time for wingman to die ever.<br/><br/>The Ace of Spades was in the air again, and unbeknownst to her, so was the Fire Wing.