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The bird was handling perfectly. It shot through the night sky at 26 feet off the surface of the ocean, miles out from home base. 3 objects followed their leader as they raced to Mach 3.6, almost to 3.7. To anyone who might catch a glimpse of the flight of 4, all they would see would be a flat dark-grey finish moving too fast for them to realize what they were seeing. And that was a good thing, for there was no need to make people curious before anything really occurred.

Had they known what to look for, it would've been possible to make out the T like shape and the bent wings. Other than that, there was no contrails as the engine hid its emission well. perhaps they may have even seen the light in the cockpit, but that was also covered by a light absorbing material. These fighters were black holes. They were, of course, the C version of the F-62 Warbird. Built as the air superiority fighter, the creators at F-ports now had the technology to take the design even further. The internal bays still held 18 air-to-air missiles, but now ground attack weapons would be equipped (at least, more than the 3 medium bombs the B version could take). For this flight, however, the load was empty save some electronic equipment. The C version was still in the testing phase before complete manufacturing was to take place.

The problem was guidance. The only surviving batch of navigational systems were in these 4 planes. But there was a problem. Somewhere on the small subcontracted level, a chip was not installed correctly; the new system relied on interplane communication between systems (thus increasing radar capacity and capability), and so when one broke, the entire system between these four planes went downhill. The problem was not one of immediate concern, but instead hidden from concern because of the fact that the pilots knew how to read a compass - at least those still worked. The real problem was actual location, and these planes were well past their predestined return point. The fact that they were under complete radio silence crippled the pilots, and the lead pilot almost jerked his plane upward at the start that happened next...

"Unidentified aircrafts, you have entered Fyreheartian airspace. If you do not respond, you will be destroyed."

Shit. What the hell? Were the first two things to cross all four's mind. How could we be so off course.... It was then that the 3rd pilot saw the slowly deterriorating raw navigation system - not noticed before because of it's automatic warning of when they were approaching their destination. Now they were approaching another country's airspace...and they couldn't respond.

Colonel Zacharias swore to himself again. He was the lead pilot, he was responsible for everyone... I'm their wing commander, DAMMIT! But there was nothing to do. They simply couldn't let anyone know about these planes, but they were too far away from home to ditch them. I need to do it, they'll understand. With that, Zacharias broke radio silence:

"Hit the deck and punch it," was all the other three heard. At the very least, the techies would get some real field data.

More problems compounded the already doomed flight. They would have been nearly invisbile had they not flown where they had. What had once been under them 10 seconds ago was a Fyreheart listening post, and it homed right in on the overhead signals. The radio squacked again, and once again, the pilots did not respond....

The 54th air wing had been on maneuvers off the coastline when they got the urgent call from Installation 42.

8 F-62B's broke formation and shot towards the bogeys. They were dangerously close to the captial city, and this was a blatant breach of security, that simply could not be allowed.

"Delta leader to 42, I have them on radar now. Thery aren't broadcasting any kind of ID at all. Negative on emission ID. We're moving in."

"Roger Delta flight. Use any means neccesary to neutralize. They're too close to A-D43."

"Roger that 42. Delta out."

Damn, if I didn't know better, I'd swear those were F-62's, Kevan thought.

The sad part is, he was right. They were F-62's. Just a new design. Unbeknownst to the 8 fighters, they were chasing their closest allies newest fighter jet.

They were now a mere 100 miles from the bogeys.

"Unidentified aircraft, you are in restricted Fyreheartian airspace. Identify yourselves immediately."

Nothing. The four planes only accelerated.

Dammit! They have to know we're here!

"I repeat, unidentified aircraft, this is Lt. Kevan Sobinsky of the Fyreheartian Delta Air Defense. You are violating Fyreheartian airspace. Either transmit ID codes or we will be forced to open fire."

Again, the radio had nothing but static to say back. Now they were within 400 miles of A-D43. The most closely kept secret of Fyreheart.

He knew he no longer had a choice. He looked into the moon. It had been a perfect night. Until now.

"Delta flight, on my authority, go weapons hot. Unidentified aircraft this is your last warning. Transmit IDs now or we'll open fire."

Nothing. So bet it, Kevan thought.

The 8 F-62's all fired at once. In a volley of streaming smoke, the laser guided missiles shot towards their targets.

3...

2...

1...

The four bogeys exploded in a brilliant, blinding display. Wreckage fell on the desert below.

"42, this is Delta. Reccomend a recovery team get down their now to see who the hell this was."

"Roger delta, dispatching now. Nice work boys."

Yeah, nice work. But who were these guys?

The pilots had little time to react. They had barely heard the radio chatter - instead it was blocked out by pure adreneline - when the threat recievers went off. They had little time to reac-

The 4 planes were hit hard. 2 were hit in the wings, 1 in the cockpit, and the other in the underbelly. The planes spiraled down to the earth in balls of fire. The one hit in the cockpit was instantly vaporized, the extra fuel tanks igniting and destroying the entire plane. One lost its wing and banked hard to the left, comign into the desert floor at around 800 miles per hour. The plane spiralled into the ground. The pilot was able to deploy the airbrakes a couple seconds before impact, and reduced speed to about 300 mp/h. The impact ripped apart the plane, sending the cockpit (which is in a reinforced toitanium shell) slamming on further down the field of impact. It spun and flipped a couple times before coming to a rest about 5 football fields from the initial point of impact.

Colonel Zacharias' plane was hit in between the back landing gear. He had lost much of his steering ability, but had some control left. He hit the airbrakes and pointed the nose up. The downward force of the plane sent the opward pointed plane diagonally towards the ground, impacting with as little force as possible in that kind of action. His cockpit got kicked out of the airframe, but survived, and he popped the hatch to get out...

The last plane, Sargeant Husl's, took an easier hit. His right wing was gone, but he maintained control, and after spotting the other planes on the ground, hit the eject button. The entire cockpit area blasted away from the plane and in a matter of seconds the parachutes deployed to guide him to safety. Behind and below him, his X aircraft was turned towards the ground and about to impact....the black plume marked his most recent piloting accomplishment.

"Hehe, nice view."

The capsule landed and popped open as Zacharias reached it, pistol drawn. "C'mon, let's go, they're probably looking for us. We can't let them know."

And with that the two live pilots ran away towards the far off tree line, on the way passing the pilot that was thrown from his aircraft. His body was mangled mess, but they couldn't stop now. In a minute the C4 on thier aircraft would go off, thus destroying all evidence of what may have been here. The pilots, on the other hand, still had to get to safety.

This is a PNN Alert!

*FoxNews-style graphic*

This is a PNN Alert! About 15 minutes ago around midnight several aircraft were shot down over the skies of Fyreheart. The specimen is quite unknown, but the Fyrheartian Air Force has reported to our government that they "are of F-62 design." The FAF has reported that the aircraft were not responding to radio calls, and they increased speed at one point. Currently the status of the fighters and pilots is unknown, as is the nationality of the aircraft. We'll bring you more news as we get it, here on PNN. This has been a PNN Alert.

Wow, nankin. You guys really screwed up this time.

(Like all the friendly fire you gave me in Royal Palms.)

Hows the RGGA doing?

Wow, nankin. You guys really screwed up this time.

(Like all the friendly fire you gave me in Royal Palms.)

Hows the RGGA doing?

Please note two things:

1) This thread is invite-only. Bye.

2) It's M10, bye.

Wow, nankin. You guys really screwed up this time.

(Like all the friendly fire you gave me in Royal Palms.)

Hows the RGGA doing?
OOC: I politely ask you to STFU.

Thanks guys!

Zacharias and Husl finally reached the treeline at the edge of what appeared to be a small desert. Both carried M9s - the standard issue sidearm for the Nankinese military - and they were drawn. 2 spare clips each, maybe enough to take down a platoon if they both were good shots, but they didn't want to test that fact. It was about 20 minutes after the crash, their government wouldn't have time to have been alerted. Fyreheart's on the other hand...

They have to know, didn't they? Zacharias was haunted by this question as they moved south. Patrols may or may not be out, and they had to get far away.

Just making a quick note, I am invited...

its currently 12:45AM

so tired

and yet

im at friends

ahhhhhhhhh tiredness sweeping over meh body

so far RP owns! nankin nice job, RPU has paid off

The convoy was moving as fast as it possibly could. They were now 10 miles from the crash sight.

"Sir, according to imaging scans, two survived. They are being tracked by global imaging. We have their exact location and are currently pursuing."

"Well done Lieutenant. Any idea on who this was yet?"

"None sir. The planes bore no markings, no insignia at all. It's almost freaky."

"Yes, it is. Very well. We'll just have to see what the site team has dicovered so far."

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"General! General Hurst!"

Hurst ran through the latest cloud of sand. "Yes private?"

"Sir, we found the remains of one of them sir, this way."

"Hurst jumped. "Finally, a break. Let's go."

They half walked, half ran, half choked to death on the blowing desert sand, and headed towards the mangled mess of what had once been a living being.

"Hurst looked shocked. "You mean that lived once?".

"I think so."

"Ugh. Well then, let's get...it...back to 42 for a DNA analysis. Time to see who tried to attack us."

"Yessir. Right away."

Zacharias and Husl kept moving towards the coast, staying low. As tehy came to a road, Husl went to check it out and came running back.

"Get down!"

Both dove to teh ground as a convoy passed by on the road. Good thing they weren't on a manhunt.

"They must be moving towards the crash site, good thing we're moving in opposite directions."

"Yeah, now c'mon Husl."

And so the two pilots set off again across the road, still moving south.

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"Premier Riyth! We have a situation!"

"What is it Ragger?"

"Sir, the Cs..."

"What...Cs...?"

"Premier, the 4 experimental F-62Cs have been lost, or defected, or...THEY'RE NOT HERE."

"Dammit, calm down. Any idea where thy might be?"

"Their last known position was off the coast of Fyreheart, once they missed the turn back point their position was last. Satellite imagery has shown the Fyrheartian military mobilizing..."

"Then call them and tell them you screwed up!"

"It's not as simple as that, unfortunatly we never told anyone about the C. The point is, we want to have everyone else keep the B version while we upgrade. If they found out..."

"Yeah yeah. Ok, I'll ok the launch of a couple JSTARS, anything else?"

"There is one thing... Remember those 4 subs we got from Resi after defeating them?"

"Yes."

"We've converted them for SpecOp missions, do i have the green light?"

"Yes, but i swear, if you screw this up..."

"Won't happen, sir."

"See that it doesn't. Dismissed, Ragger."

oooo it screws up i bet

Secretary of Defense Josef Van Guren walked into the President's office, with a folder in his hand. President Jennifer Coulten looked up from her desk, she had been writing a letter to the government of Omz.

"Mrs. Coulten, I've gotten an update from our intelligent sources. It appears that Fyreheartian troops are taking control of the situation, and they're moving in on the crash site."

The President sighed, and put down her pen. "Do we know who the aircraft belonged to?"

"No ma'am, not yet. We're hoping that the Fyreheartian government will give us the information when it does arise. I doubt it will be public at first, so they can get sufficient evidence."

"That's a good assertion. Ok, I want you to send a message to our embassy there, and tell them to ask around about what's going on. We need to know as soon as we can, that we can prepare for a kind of action against the antagonist."

"Yes ma'am, I'll get right to it."