I release APP-50 combined chaff-flare cartridges and push the aircraft vertical, my throttles against their stops. Green tracers spray beneath me.
“One off to the southeast! They knew we were coming!”
“Nyet, Sacha, I think they were just in the right place at the right time. I see him. Two in hot.” Vasily rolled in, looking for the gun. “Rockets away!”
And the Su-25s also saw our tormentors. “Viper leader, I have the target.”
“Missile away!”