You inhaled sharply, holding your breath and exhaling sharply as the plane pulled several dozen G’s. Your co pilots voice echoed over your intetcom, barely audible over the alarms blaring in your cockpit.

Missle lock. Missle lock. Altitude. Altitude. Altitude. Missle lock.

“Fox 3 left! Left! Left! Her voice yelled out over the intercom. You could hear the panic in her voice, her rapid breathing as she tried to keep up with the high G maneuvers you were pulling.

"Break, right dammit! I don't want to die!"

The F-15 shook and sparked.

APU Fire. APU Fire. Missle. Missle.