At an airfield on the coast of unoccupied Iceland, Midnight is receiving a reprimand:
‘Well pilot, explain yourself.’
‘Sorry sir, can’t sir.’
‘Not good enough, I need to know what happened, now out with it.’
‘I shot a T90 sir and broke the game sir. Won’t happen again sir.’
‘Good god, you were told to sink hovercraft… Well?’
‘They disappeared sir.’
‘What?’
‘Disappeared sir, like I said sir, gone.’
‘We can always do a drug test pilot… Now explain yourself.’
‘20nm range sir, 5000’, target locked and visible in IRST. Ordered my wingman to bracket the target. Target disappeared sir. Climbed to 20,000’ and turned my radar back on, target still disappeared. Climbed to 40’000’… Erm, sorry to be repetitive sir, but… Off the map, as it were, sir.’
‘Alright, alright, but why didn’t you just go after the sea monsters instead.’
‘Would’ve done sir, but, er, Baron got them sir. I did have a quick look at one of the container ships sir, but it was spinning on it’s axis… Looked kinda happy like that, so I didn’t have the heart sir.’
‘So you decided to shoot up some tanks on the way home… Do you know what you’ve done?’
‘Won the war sir?’
‘Won the war? Won the war? You’ve stopped the whole damn war before it even starts. 31/2 more days of this… I can’t stand it.‘
‘No sir, I do understand sir, terribly sorry. I did fail the mission, so it might help a bit sir. By the way sir, how did they swim ashore? If we got all the monsters, and the hovercraft got sucked into the void, and the ships were dancing 20 nm off the coast… Who put the tanks ashore? Should we take those drug tests now sir? Can I be first to ram the Mothership this time sir?’
