<strong>Maxwell Quinn</strong><br/><br/>Once out of the Blue Ridge, Maxwell whipped his Raven around, having seen the incoming torpedo that would no doubt put a nice big hole in the zep.  The Defenders were nothing - why in Sam Hill anyone still used them was beyond him.  Plus, they had a Bloodhawk and an Avenger taking care of them - the Bloodhawk would fly circles around it, and the Avenger's heavy firepower would obliterate it quicker than you could say Bob's your uncle.<br/><br/>He noted the presence of the Dev on his wing, heading towards the torpedo.  "Petit Mort, this is Silver Hammer.  Engage torpedo in T-crossfire."  Maxwell banked right, hoping that the pilot would know enough maneuvering jargon to understand his statement: T-crossfire was when two planes fired at a target at an angle perpendicular to each other.<br/><br/>Once he was close enough, he mashed down on the trigger, his pair of fifty caliber cannon firing.