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From:	Avenger <Avenger@*******.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Jase
Date:	Sat, 18 Apr 1998 06:26:35 +0100

Message no. 1 >>>>>[Jason...

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From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Re: Jase
Date:	Sat, 18 Apr 1998 14:54:32 +0100

Message no. 2 *****PRIVATE: Dogpatch Archive
>>>>>[+++++begin video
The room looks like a classroom, down to the unruly pupils seated at the
desks: the only differences are the pictures on the wall (recognition
posters), and the fact that the unruly pupils are UCAS Air Force pilots
in flight suits. The instructor is running through an ACMI tape, the
holodisplay showing the engagement.

"So, having seen the MiGs and committed to the engagement, Gandalf and
Froggy shake it out into loose deuce and turn to honour the threat,
while the strike package proceeds to target. Now, Gandalf has the lead
and he calls his intention to go for Psychopath in the left MiG, so he
angles out to gain some seperation at the merge. Reasons, Gandalf?"

The pilot shrugs. "The Mustang turns better than the Firestorm, so I was
going for an angles fight, take him in an offset pass. I also wanted to
crowd the second MiG, so we could take them as two two-against-ones
instead of a two-by-two fight."

"Good logic. Unfortunately, Psycho commits into you to deny you that
lateral seperation, and the Leopard Lady breaks hard across to bracket
you in an offensive split. Froggy sticks with his leader. By the book,
but you might have done better to track the Lady and keep her busy:
instead you let her get out to the side of the fight without being
engaged, where she's got you all in sight and can choose when to re-
engage.

"Gandalf and Psycho both take lipwinder shots at the merge, and Gandalf
does a textbook nose-to-nose turn to start a one-circle fight that he's
sure to win. Psycho refuses to play ball and breaks high in burner,
pulling up above the fight. Gandalf, right now you're in deep shit
because you're sandwiched and the MiGs have an energy advantage where
you've been turning hard. You have Lilith coming in at your three
o'clock and she's got a tracking solution for her guns shot... here.
Adios, Froggy."

The display shows how, as the two Mustangs concentrate on turning to
engage Lynch, she's able to settle her gunsight pipper on the trailing
aircraft and hold it there for several seconds before breaking away low.
Her gun camera footage shows on another monitor: Froggy would
defintitely have been shot from the sky, had Lilith fired for real. The
pilot (a young lieutenant, probably on his first tour), winces, as
several friends hum the Dead March around him.

"Froggy, why did you just sit there to be shot?" Lilith asks.

"I didn't want to leave Gandalf." The young butterbar replies.

"I see. The reason you're there is so that when something like this
happens, you can turn into me and take a snapshot to screw up my attack.
You don't leave your wingman _except to save him_." Lilith smiles.
"Otherwise, you're just a target."

Froggy nods rapidly. "So I should have broken hard into you, lit burner
and taken a HMS shot?"

"Exactly. I've got to manoevre to avoid your missile, that may give you
a second, better shot. No point hoarding weapons if they're still on the
airframe when it explodes. You're about to be shot down, you need to
react _now_..." The red-haired woman leans back, as the instructor
resumes the talkthrough.

"Lilith overshoots and turns nose-to-tail, as Gandalf pulls a split-S to
get some airspeed back and get pointed in her direction. He lights
burners, and Lynch slams a missile up his ass for it." Again, the
displays recreate the engagement and show the guncam, Gandalf's Mustang
neatly framed in the missile reticule.

"Didn't see much I could do except go out fighting." Gandalf comments.
"It was KYAG from the point Froggy got nailed."

"Yep. You got sandwiched between two threats, whichever one you didn't
attack would nail you. Again, maybe an over-the-shoulder shot at Lynch
would have helped-"

INCOMING MESSAGE flashes in the corner of Lynch's vision, followed by a
short, disjointed scrap of text that seems to have a galvanic effect on
the SIGA agent.

"Excuse me, Colonel!" he snaps, almost running out of the room: outside
he pulls a pocket 'phone from his leather flying jacket, autodials.

"Lynch. Did you-"

"We're tracking it now." Byrnes replying. "Alex and Jake and a couple of
the telecoms guys are limp and drooling in the corner as they run around
the Matrix looking for where it came from. What do you need?"

"Charter and stock up a fast bizjet at National. My and Lilith's big
toys. Once we get a location, warm her up and get me a flightplan filed,
and flash it through soonest. We'll be there in an hour, and in the air
ten minutes after that."

"Going to stop flying?" Byrnes enquires.

"Hell, no, if we're airborne when word comes down we'll just call ENDEX
and scoot for National. Save us some time. Thanks, Eleanor." Replacing
the phone, Lynch returns to the classroom, to some slightly puzzled
looks.

"Is all well, Lieutenant?" the instructor politely enquires.

"I'm sorry, sir. Flash traffic. A friend I believed to have been killed
just surfaced, I'm setting up a pickup. We may have to leave at short
notice."

"I see. Well, you did warn us." The major resumes his commentary: the
engagement has now reached the point where Lilith engaged the four air-
to-ground-armed Mustangs that Gandalf and Froggy were protecting, Lynch
closing in to join her.

As he sits again, Lilith subvocalises "My guess is a trap."

"Mine too. But you want to bet Chris's life on that?"
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-- Lynch <14:54:32/04-18-59>

In message <WrG3msBLmDO1Ewso@*******.demon.co.uk>, Avenger
<Avenger@*******.DEMON.CO.UK> writes
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