𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃 | BRADLEY 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 BRADSHAW

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"Oh my gosh..." Bradley scoffs over the walkie talkie, the radio is jammed so this is the best we can do. "This thing is so old."

"Don't act so happy about it." I reply sarcastically.

"Alright let's get out of here." Dad sighs.

"Roger that." I say before easing out onto the busted up runway. "Oh my-"

"Both runways are cratered." Bradley states.

"No dip, Sherlock." I spit. "How are we going to get these museum pieces in the air?" It's silent on the boys end, the wings start easing out to the side.

"Why are the wings coming out, Mav?" Bradley asks.

"Cherry Bomb." Dad's tone is firm. I don't even think twice before reaching down and pulling the switch, popping the wings out.

"Mav, this is a taxiway. It's not a runway." Bradley starts as we start easing up. "This is a very short taxiway, Mav." How the heck does he expect me to do this?

"You hold on tight." Dad says, ignoring Bradley's warnings. "You ready, Cherry Bomb?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." I mumble as I grip the control stick. Their speed accelerates, I follow behind but not too closely. "How the heck are we supposed to make this?"

"Pick up speed, Cherry Bomb." He demands. This man means business.

I accelerate. "Come on, come on!" I sigh as I watch the knots.

"Mav?!" Bradley's voice raises.

"Here we go!" Mav pulls up the plane, I follow and do the same. I prepare for impact as we come towards the wall, their wheels get taken off and bounce off my plane.

"Holy crap we did it..." I mumble.

"That was the easy part, Cherry Bomb." Dad mumbles. I try to keep my eyes away from the ground. I know I'll panic if I realize how high up we are. "All right, Rooster. Get us in contact with the ship."

"This radio is nonexistent. There is no radar. Almost everything is dead here." Rooster says. "What do I do? Talk to me."

Maverick clicks his tongue."Radio first. Flip the UHF-2 circuit breaker."

"There's a lot of breakers back here. Can you be more specific?" Rooster asks.

"Why don't you ask the weapons system officer?" He inquires. "That was more so your Dad's department."

"They don't have labels? Geez that thing is a museum piece." I scoff. "Dang this plane has zero missiles and it's about out of rounds."

"Mav, enemy aircraft below us." Bradley says.

"No, no, no-" I'm for sure panicking now. "This is perfect!" I exclaim.

He asks calmly. "What do we do?"

"Die obviously! Oh my gosh I'm gonna have a panic attack." My breathing is ragged.

"Becca, listen to me." Dad starts. "You need to act calm. If they knew who we were, we'd be dead already."

I nod and try to control my breathing. Nope doesn't help me any. "Oh shoot! Here they come!" I squeal.

"Let's put on our masks. Remember, we're on the same team." I put my mask back on. "Wave and smile. Wave and smile." The enemy plane pulls up beside us. We wave, they make a motion with their hand, keeping their thumb tucked in.