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.
“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.”