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“Biscuit, I’ve lost data link. You got anything?” “Negative. Vex, he’s at our six, range six miles, closure rate two hundred knots. He’s going to get a tone any second.” Vex’s world shrank to the artificial horizon, the altimeter, the glowing threat arrow on his HUD. He jammed the throttles into afterburner and pulled the stick into his gut. The Tomcat stood on its tail, the G-force hammering him into the seat as he traded speed for altitude, climbing through thirty thousand feet in a spiralin