“Sacha, close in before you shoot!”
I take a breath and wait till the building seems to fill my windscreen!
I will crash if I do not pull up quickly! I fire, more rockets blazing out of the launcher! I pull out of the dive only sixty feet above the ground, as fire and smoke fly and shock waves from secondary explosions buffet the MiG. I hear an exuberant whoop in my headphones.
“Shack! That’s a kill! Two, egress to the southeast, now!”
I’m breathing heavily, the adrenalin still coursing through my veins. “Two’s off to the southeast!” I look up, where the rear-view mirror is in the MiG, set into a coaming in the top of the canopy. Behind me I can see the blazing hulk of the generator building.
Above me, Raskov’s MiG dances through the sky, looking for its place at my wing.