I knew this was my last option. I was attempting something most pilots fondly call suicide. But… did I have a choice?
He was right on my tail. Another red alert as he sends more missiles. I ignore them, knowing I won’t be in their path soon enough.
The leviathan rock protrudes like a huge cylinder- crumbling and eroding, it is obviously but a shade of its former glory.
I dipped and turned right, quickly leveling off before turning sharply left. The pilot is closer than I thought- however, misses his opportunity to gun me down. We pass each other, and for not even a nanosecond, I could swear we locked glances.
He turned right. I turned left. We were headed on a collision course. Command had just told me how to use the machine gun. I gripped the trigger in my hand. It is not shaking… why not?
He seems to know I am not playing chicken. He goes even faster… it can’t be long now.
I pull back on the trigger. The flight path of the bullets ought to hit him.
He does too. I see bullets rip through my right wing.