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"Good Morning Battlehawk Air Force Station Woodvale" The PA system announced "Remember today we've got some Cadets from the Battlehawk Air Training corps to do some flying, now be nice and don't bite their heads of for forgeting to salute"


"Oh not good" Flt Lt Charlie Clark (Yes, related to Psdnt Clark, nephew) muttered as he sat bolt upright in bed "I forgot about that"
"Don't worry about it" Flt Lt Jessica Sato said as she sat up next to him "They won't be here for a five or six hours"
"You flying them as well?" Charlie asked as he slipped his arm around Jess.
"Yea, I guess a Tutor is a bit of a change of pace from a Talon huh" Jess smiled.
"Indeed, prop plane, yay!" CHarlie laughed
"So, what duty have you got till then"
"Nothing, you?"
"Thats the same for me as well" Charle commented "What ever shall we do"
"Oh I can think of something" Jessica winked as she pulled him back under the covers...

<Five or Six hours Later>

Six minibuses drove from the checkpoint over towards the car park near the Air Experiance flight. From each minibus 8 air cadets emerged and placed their berets upon their heads and formed up in a ordly squadron and marched to the building.

<Inside the AEF building>

Charlie and Jess stood at the front of the room full of Cadets
"Ok, remember, we're right on the frontier, do not cross the borderr pilots, we don't need that" Charlie finished.
"Who wants to go first?" Jessica asked, the entire room put their hand up. Jessica smiled and picked eight cadets randomly.

<Skies above BAF Woodvale>

The Tutor, training aircraft formed up in a squadron, eight aircraft.
"Alright boys and Girls" Charlie announced over the comm system "Thirty mins starts now"
The Squdron split off and the Talons went off in different directions
"Whats your name Cadet?" Charlie asked the Cadet he was flying with
"Cadet Greg Campbell" The Cadet replied.
"Flt Lt Charlie Clark" Charlie smiled
"Are you related to the President Sir?"
"Drop the sir, please" Charlie said "And yes I am, I'm his nephew"
"You ever been to the white house?"
"Yes, twice, do you want to control?"
"Gladly, every time I fly I love it" Greg smiled taking the control colloum. Little did they now they we're getting closer and closer to teh broder...

OOC: Don't mind whose country that is, and you can do what ever you like, shoot them down, escort them to a Airbase of yours, up to you

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The one F-35 had been scrambled for what satalites had positively I.Ded as a bi-plane. If had been a modern fighter or maybe a WWII-era bomber then there would have been at least a wing of fighters dispatched for it but given the F-35's obvious superior armaments, armor, and manueverability only one was deamed as need by the higher-ups. Thus Airman First Class Ozor 'Boom' Pataki (named for the picture of an explosion pained on the right side of his plane, under the canopy of his fighter) now looked at the quickly growing sillouhette of the bi-plane. In order to not go whipping by the aircraft at just over the speed of sound he had to lower his speed. Ozor pulled along the side of the bi-plane and started to broadcast on all signals of the radio while a wing of fighters, as was always protocol, waited to be scrambled. Soon, the occupants of the bi-plane would hear Ozor's voice over their radio.

"Attention unidentified aircraft: you have officially entered Ursavian airspace. Peacefully be escorted to the nearest air-base or prepare to be shot down." Ozor said in a non-threatening, almos emotionless voice.

"Attention unidentified aircraft: you have officially entered Ursavian airspace. Peacefully be escorted to the nearest air-base or prepare to be shot down." Crackled the comline
"Oh shit" Charlie muttered switching to a secure channel "Woodvale, this is Yankiefoxtroy121, we've accidently passed into Ursavianian airspace, they've launched a fighter to escort us to one of their airbases, please be advised I do have a Cadet"
"Contact them and go with them" Control responded
Charlie changed back to the open channel
"Ursavanian fighter, this is the Battlehawk Air Experiance flight aircraft YF121, are we in Ursava?" Charlie asked as Greg kept them steady.

"Ursavian fighter, this is Battlehawk Air Experiance flight aircraft YF121, are we in Ursava?" Came the response from, Ozor assumed, the pilot of the aircraft.

"Yes BAE YF121, you've been flying over our mountains for the last seventeen miles." Ozor responded over his radio "Turn to your eight o' clock and head in that direction." Ozor ordered, keeping his tone...or lack-there-of.

Then Ozor came just above the wings of the bi-plane and looked down at the passengers. He could read their rank markings and looked down at the cadet who, if he looked up, might be able to see Ozor, with no skin visible due to his visor, oxygen mask, gloves, and just about everything else he was wearing: give the young cadet a two-fingered wave while they flew along towards the Ursavian air base.

"Did he just swear at me?" Greg asked interested
"I think so Cadet" Charlie replied
"What do we do?" Greg asked
"Nothing we can do, he's the one with the missles" Charlie commented "Ok, turn to bearing 234, keep her steady, no sudden moves"

"How ya' doin' kid?" Ozor asked over his radio, attempting to break possible tension by talking with the one who was in control of the plane, or so it looked from Ozor's angle.

He then sent a similar friendly, two-fingered wave to the higher ranking of the two pilots and then turned with the bi-plane. The flew for nearly an hour, still above the snowy mountains until the black strip cutting through the white, surrounded by all the things of a fully functioning airport.

"Alright, bring yourself down to the runway and don't make any sudden move when the escort approaches the plane." Ozor said warningly.

Greg smiled as the Ursava pilot
"Fine thanks" He replied

<Later>

"You have control sir" Greg said
"I don;t think so, what better time to learn how to land a plane then when your being escorted by a fighter with rockets pointed up ye ass?" Charliie grinned
"Yes sir" Greg replied with a smile as he landed the Tutor with a slight bump
"what now?" Hea sekd

As the bi-plane touched down, the fighter came down on a seperate section of the air-base while men dressed in winter camouflag came jogging up to the bi-plane with their Steyrs pressed to their chests. The crunching of snow under their boots was replaced with the thudding of said boots on the tarmac as they came to the side of the plane. The click of the Steyrs' bolts broke the air as the rifles were pointed at the two occupants of the aircraft. The men, White Spear mountain troopers/special forces, then had their apparent leader issue a simple order.

"Get out of the aircraft, now." The leader of the squad, a Sergeant, ordered.

Despite the friendliness of Ozor, the White Spear didn't accept your 'average Joe' but instead took people who might be willing to eat your mom's heart if they have to. Thus, they weren't very nice: especially when faced with a once unidentified aircraft. Ozor was escorted for a debriefing and the two pilots would be escorted to a cell and then, later, be questioned as to their intentions and have their I.Ds checked.

"I guess we should do what they say" Charlie commented "Ok, remember, if they ask you anything about anything other than the Air Experiance flight, don't answer, ask that I be brought in as well, ok?" Charlie asked"
"Yes sir" Greg said as they got out of the plane slowly keeping their hands away from their bodies

The moment the two occupants of the bi-plane had stepped from the aircraft they were both promptly siezed by their arms and promptly pressed to the side of said aircraft. Both men had hand-cuffs tightly secured at their wrists and then both men were searched for weapons. Once they had been searched anything that the White Spear deamed as too dangerous for a temporary 'prisoner' to carry (i.e guns...obviously, knife...obviously again, and anything from pens to paper) were confiscated they then had blind-folds put over their eyes and as this happened the higher ranking man would be able to hear the Sergeant of the squad whispering in his ears as he secured the blind-fold behind the man's head.

"Sorry, this is just procedure." The Sergeant whispered.

The 'prisoners' were then marched around the base towards a holding area for any temporary prisoners or soldiers who had broken rules worthy of temporary time in what all members of the base lovingly referred to as the 'Hell Cells' given the fact that the air-conditioning, like in many other buildings throughout the base, wasn't the best at fighting the biting cold of the eternally snowy northern Ursava. Both men were placed in a cell with a simple toilet, a mirror, a sink, and bunk-beds.

Meanwhile, a member of the Black Guard: a person one could always find in an Ursavian base to the north, was currently being briefed on the situation and was soon going to go interogate the two men individually.

OOC: Bump.

Greg sat on the bed and looked aroung at the cell and sighed

<Charlie's cell>


Charlie also sat down on the beed, he looked around the room for anything usable shoul the need occur, he didn't see much

OOC: I had them put in the same cell.

The younger of the two, Greg, was going to be first. Two men dressed in winter combat fatigues came walking to the cell door holding Steyr carbines tightly to their chests. One man let his Steyr hang by it's combat strap while he slowly put his key in the lock of the cell and slid it open. Then one man stood at the cell door, the one with the keys, and the one without them went in to the cell. Greg was then grabbed, re-handcuffed, and marched out of the cell as the cell door was once again closed and locked. All of this happened under the supervision of a third guard who always patrolled the cells. Greg had a blind-fold put on him once more and was marched across the base towards where he would be questioned.

Onced Greg had gone down a flight of steps, made a left turn, and gone down another short flight, through two doors, and was sat down: he would notice wherever he was, it was signifigantly warmer than the cells. Greg was kept blind-folded and secured to the chair as the Black Guard interogator came in and one of the two guards then left the room while the other waited in the corner. Emese Csonka took off her winter gloves and set them on a table in the center of the room, in front of Greg, and between he and the door. Emese looked to the guard and then nodded towards Greg. Moments later Greg's blindfold was untied and on the table.

Greg would be able to see, under the raw light of a bare bulb, see the black-haired interogator pacing back and forth on the other side of the table: reading his I.D that he had confiscated from him by the soldiers earlier.

"Hello, Greg." Emese said as she approached the edge of the table and looked him in the eye "How are you, are you hungry; anything I can get you?" Emese asked, leaning on to the table.

"Nothing, I'm fine thank you" Greg replied as his eyes got used to the light again

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Emese nodded understandingly and looked at the I.D once more before tucking inside her jacket and sitting on a chair on the opposite side of the table of Greg before binding her hands together and looking him straight in the eye. Emese crossed her legs while she spoke.

"Can you tell me what you were doing in Ursavian airspace?" Emese asked.

While she asked, a message was being planned to send to Battlehawk.


OOC: Sorry for being gone so long.

"I'm a member of the battlehawk air training corps" Greg replied "It was an air experaice flight"

"Really, then what were you doing over Ursavian airspace?" Emese asked, leaning back in her seat and seperating her hands once again to support her head.

"The Tutor, has limited GPS and no radar" Greg replied "And to tell you the truth, I was piloting, and we slipped into your airspace by accident"

"Really?" Emese pursed her lips for a brief moment, as if in thought or considering something "What was your reaction when you saw the Ursavian fighter and how did you and your friend respond to his radio contact?" Emese asked.

"My first reaction one I saw it wasn't a battlehawk jet was quite frankly: 'What the hell?'" Greg replied "We replied civily and politly to radio contact"

"What did the pilot tell you?" Emese asked, uncrossing her legs only to recross them in the opposite way while she waited for a response.

"Not to resist and to comply with any orders given"

"Okay, and what did your superior ask you to do?" Emese asked.

While she kept Greg busy, the info gathered from his I.D was being researched and soon any info gathered by the Black Guard would be known and after that Emese would be contacted and she would use her skills to take that information to her advantage.

"SOP stuff really, don't give classified info about our planes ect" Greg Replied

<Battlehawk/Ursava Border>

"Intrepid Squadron form up on me" Jessica ordered and four F28 Talons formed up.

OOC: Sorry couldn't resist ;-)

"Smart man that one is." Emese said almost to herself. Then there was a vibration in one of the pockets of her jacket and she pulled out a small PDA. In it was a simple message from one of the few other Black Guard operatives (who the members of the air-base obviously had know idea the profession of) that said 'It's Ready' quite simply "Anyways, is there anything you'd like to drink or eat now?" Emese asked.

At the same time several F-35s were now being dispatched to patrol the area around the airbase while the pre-planned message was sent to the nation of Battlehawk from the airbase. It was sent from the airbase so the excuse would be at least partially believable to the approaching Talons.

"Attention approaching Battlehawk units, we apologize for the lateness of this messages delivery as a recent storm and we just recently fixed it. We have intercepted an apparent training flight from your country and have currently detained them for investigation. If you wish prove that these two pilots are still alive and we have them in custody we will gladly read their social security numbers to verify it and if that does not satisfy you then we will put them on this radio for transmission as proof." Came the voice over the radios of the Talons.


OOC: The info the Black Guard finds can be decided by you. If you could just tell me what they find that'd be good.

OOC: erm, could be that err, Gregs a bit more than jsut an air cadet?

"Just thirsty" Greg replied

<Talons>

"We'd like them on the radio if possible" Jessica replied

"Very well." The voice said.

Emese left the room to gather both the information and a canteen of water. When she returned, she also had some extra news for the young cadet as she handed over the water and checked the file now on her PDA "Your people wish to talk with you and your commanding officer." Emese said. With a nod to the soldier in the back of the room Greg was bagged while at the same time the second pilot was also bagged and they were escorted across the radio center.

There they were sat in padded seats, the bags removed, and they would find themselves in front of a simple radio with the operator standing nearby along with other soldiers giving the occasional glance at the odd sight in the room "Go ahead and speak." Emese said from behind them "It's connected to a group of Talons." Emese added.


OOC Details please.

"Talon Squadron, this is Flt Lt Charlie Clark" Charlie siad.
"Intrepid One here" Jessica replied "Good to hear your voice again, is your Cadet still in one peice?" Jessica asked.
"I'm still here" Greg chipped in
"Good, Ok boys, we'll stay on ther border, see you soon" JEssica said

OOC: The Battlehawk intelligence service has a young recruitment program, bassiclly hes a spy, ever seen/heard of Agent cody banks, think that