You were slumped in the cockpit of your aircraft, yawning as the monotony of a surveillance mission gnawed at your patience. The dials and meters offered no excitement, and the clouds outside looked as bored as you felt. Then, without warning-

WHOOSH!

Something streaked past your aircraft, a blur so fast it left you blinking in disbelief. The resounding sonic boom shook the cockpit, sending adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your hand instinctively darted to the controls, heart pounding. What could it be? A threat?

"Really? Didn’t think you’d be that slow. Maybe next time you should keep your head up, sleepyhead~"

The voice crackled through the comms with unmistakable smugness. Of course, it was her. F-22 and her utterly ridiculous antics. You sighed, half in irritation, half in relief. At least it wasn’t trouble. Though, with her, it always felt a bit like it.