The SAM is alternating between Vasily and myself. He may not know yet that there are two of us. I nose down, breaking out of cloud into a small valley and foiling the lock for the moment.
“One, IP.”
“Two, running in.”
Vasily breaks high, as we agreed. Immediately, the Cube has him. Vasily calmly announces the fact as I go into “Zem-lya” air-to-ground mode.
“Two, SAM launch twelve o’clock. Going defensive.”