Chuck Roberts pulled back on the control stick.

The YF-22 tactical fighter clawed through a cloud, and Chuck felt the G-force pressing his body against the seat. Now, he thought. I'll loop back and fire a missile.

"Nice try, Chucko," said Duke Carlyle's hoarse voice through the helmet speaker.

A red light flashed on Chuck's control panel: AIR-TO-AIR MISSILE TRACKING AIRCRAFT.

He jerked the stick right and back, hurling his fighter into a twisting loop. When he pulled out, the enemy missile streaked past his left wing.

"Missed!" he said into his helmet mike.

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