AIRSPACE OVER SOUTHWESTERN MEXICO
0446 ZULU
Dare looked at the disposition of forces display superimposed on the glass cockpit display and noted the apparent escape plan of the fleeing Ka-50. He was not about to allow that to happen.
"What're you cookin' up, Iron Horse?" Bull Gaspar asked.
Dare pointed at a choke point several miles ahead of the Black Shark's position. Beyond that point, the river was meandering across a wide shallow valley and would be very difficult to engage it there as it was an agile and formidable advisory.
"We'll box him in here. Have Lucky drive him to us with her Griffins."
"He keeps breaking the laser lock from Manta. What are you gonna use on him?"
Dare rolled Eagle One to 135ยบ of bank and pushed the nose down aggressively as he turned south.
"Radar missile or gun kill from the front. That is, if Jill can't nail his butt with a Stinger first."
"Sounds like a plan. You do know he has a gun, too?"
"Most of 'em do. It's what keeps it interesting."
Dare released the inter phone switch and moved his left thumb down to the radio position on the red rocker switch.
"Eagle Three, Eagle One."
"Go ahead, Iron Horse," Jill replied as she topped the intervening ridge and saw the computer depiction of the Ka-50 in the valley ahead. "Talley ho the Shark."
"Fox and hound to the choke point, one o'clock, six miles. Push him with your Griffins. Stinger if able, over."
"Eagle One, Eagle Three copies. In pursuit," Jill acknowledged as Glenn Haug pointed at the area terrain display.
"It should work if he doesn't reverse on us," Glenn said in his usual dry tone.
"You think he's gonna reverse? He doesn't even know we're here."
"Girl, he knows. Why do you think he's been jinking like a turpentined cat?"
"He's got laser sensors?"
"He has everything Russian petrodollars can buy. Russian, French and Israeli technology."
"I thought the French and Israelis were our allies!"
"Funny how that works out, huh? By the way, range to target, one point five miles."
"Gonna close it up to one mile and try a Griffin at max range," Jill advised.
"Won't touch him if he keeps braking lock."
"I know. May have to light him up with the G2 Bore sight."
Jill banked hard right to stay inside the canyon as it narrowed and the river cascaded over a hundred foot waterfall. It would have been quite a scenic trip in daylight and peacetime, but outside the ultramodern cockpit, the black night reigned supreme. Neither pilot in either aircraft would have dared to chance flying the canyon without the aid of FLIR or radar mapping and computer generated topography.
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