Fires of Gehenna

The com-net momentarily ablaze in grunts, the cool silence of execution follows. Blue Team, my squadron, breaks into tight formations of two, surveying the midnight skies for our attacker, one of our own already a flaming wreck, tail spinning in a mess of explosions that balloon to obliterate the aircraft, incinerating a man I used to know pretty well.

Priority one is to get organized. Be a team.

First, I listen.

“Command, this is Blue 4. Blue 5 is down. Roll recovery vehicle, over.”

“Blue 4, this is Blue leader, I got no response from the ground.”

“Blue leader, this is Blue 2—radar’s a negative. I got nothing on the target.”





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