Top Gun Navy Flight Instruction California
I watched them walk through the hanger as I leaned against the wall in my flight gear a small smile on my face. My newly grown hair flowed in the wind as they came closer and I could start to hear what they were saying.
"What do you mean he's sick?" one demanded.
"He said something about bad sushi last night," The other said.
I chuckled, slipped the small glass vile in my hand into my pocket, and stepped forward. "What is Death Stroke out Jackhammer?" I asked and they looked at me.
Then the two of them looked at me then stepped forward. "Today as you know is the student's final test we can't graduate them unless they pass, and Death Stroke ate bad Sushi last night can't unglue himself away from the toilet. We need a second man in the air," he said.
I shrugged and hoisted my helmet under my arm. "Well I'm available," I said.
He looked at me for a moment then patted me on the chest with his glove. "You're in the air in five minutes," he said then walked out onto the line of jets.
I smiled at walked out onto the field and climbed into the F-14 I was assigned to my copilot already in his seat. I slipped into my seat, put my helmet on, and connected to hose. I covered my face with the mask and turned on the pilot con leaving off the tower.
"You ready for this Bobcat?" I asked.
"Yeah Maverick for Sentinel," my copilot said and I flipped the switches and the Tomcat started to come to life.
I guess this is what you get for wearing Top Gun out so much that it won't play beyond five minutes I thought as I pulled the Tom Cat out onto the runway.
"Tower, Tower this is Flying Tiger requesting permission to take off?" I said.
"Roger Flying Tiger you are clear for take-off good luck sir," Tower said.
"Thank you Tower," I said and fired the afterburners and the F-14 launched forward and into the air and I retracted the landing gear.
I am going to miss this I thought doing a few 360s as I climbed higher.
Soon I met up with the other instructor pilots. "Nice to see you up here Flying Tiger you ready to show these rookies how it's done?" Jackhammer asked.
"Yes sir let's just hope we don't have another incident like what happened to Maggie Sentinel McQuent," I said and there was silence for a moment.
"With the new safety rules there's no way for a tragedy like that to happen again now let's get some!" Jackhammer said and banked hard to the right.
I smiled and banked after him and the dogfight between the students and us began. I was just getting a missile lock on my student when I saw Jackhammer's plane begin erratic movements.
I smiled and looked at my watch right in schedule I thought.
"Flying Tiger to Jackhammer are you alright sir?" I asked.
"Just feeling a little light headed let's get back in the fight," he said and banked hard behind his student.
A moment later, his plane began to move even more wobbly. "What's… happening…?" I heard him mutter.
After getting the missile lock, I detached my mask and looked at him. "Feeling a little light headed, disoriented, and right about now your lungs are starting to burn," I said.
"What's happening…?" I heard him say.
"Well by the sounds of it looks like your air tank has been switched with CO2 sir like what happened to Sentinel," I said.
"What…? I don't know what you were talking about,"
"Oh come on now Jackhammer what was it you said 'Top Gun isn't a ladies place'," I said.
"You knew she was going to file Sexual Harassment and Rape charges against you at the end of her instruction and ruin your preaches carrier and reputation. So you switched her O2 tank with CO2," I said.
"She was out of… it… drunk as… a skunk," he said.
"You not only rapped and stalked her you killed her to keep her quite but it wasn't just her you killed but the child you put in her," I said my teeth gritted.
"I don't…," He started as my modifications kicked in and he started to lose altitude.
"Now unless you tell me the truth you are going to suffer the same fate.
With a baby on the way, you knew it was only a matter of time before the truth could be proved of what happened to her. So you had to cover your tracks and eliminate the evidence with a little jet fuel on the side. So you killed her to keep her quiet and your unborn baby along with her.
Didn't You? Didn't You? DIDN'T YOU?" I yelled into my mike.
"Yes… yes I admit it…," he said.
I smiled leaning back into my seat. "Well now you can almost relax the only thing your inhaling is laughing gas so act like bozo and laugh it up it should have run out by now," I said.
A half a second later. "I CAN PULL UPI CAN'T PULL UP," he yelled.
I slapped my forehead. "Oh yeah I almost forgot I did the same thing to your plane to what you did to hers," I said and pulled out my TV remote and pressed PLAY.
A second later, he pulled up in a sharp angle. "I'll have you Court Marshaled for that Lieutenant Commander," he growled at me.
I laughed a little. "I think you're the only one who's going to face a Court Marshal Commander besides it won't really affect me. Because you see I'm not really a Top Gun instructor think of me as Military Intelligence," I said back.
"Nobody is going to believe you this line was closed off to the students and all you've got in that screwed up copilot," he said.
"It's not just going to be our word did you get everything Tower?" I said into my mike.
"Every word," the Tower said.
I laughed a little bit more. "oh by the way there's only enough fuel left in your jet for the only strip you can make is Top Gun so I'll see you back on the ground," I said then switched him off.
"That concludes the test for today class and I'm glad to report you all pass for extra credit two page Dog Fight analysis on the US Volunteer Group The Flying Tigers class dismissed," I said then switched off my comm and jammed the afterburners.
"WHOA! OH! OH!" I yelled as the wings folded up and the Tom Cat shot forward.
The next day I was in my assigned quarters my bags packed and my new assignment papers filed. My DSA viewer was open with one of the tiny disks that contained a section of my life between two fingers. In my other hand was a black spiral notebook with today's paper's headline on the first page.
NAVY PILOT CLEARED OF ERROR
TOP GUN INSTRUCTOR APREHENDED FOR HER RAPE AND MURDER
After a moment, I slid the DSA into the slot and set it to the right time frame and the video came up.
On the bottom right hand corner was the words.
FOR CENTERE USE ONLY
"What do you feel Alex?" his Watcher as he had called him said.
I watched as a ten-year-old version of myself went through a simulation of a Military Hostage Rescue with him dangling from a cord.
"Excited, fear, a thrill it's all mixed I can almost see them just a few more feet and I'll have them out," I had said.
"There may be a chance that you may not be able to save them,"
"Giving up is something I will never do," he had said as he descended lower toward the people.
Suddenly there was a loud noise and flashes of light below him, he yelled, the simulation ended, and he was lowered to the floor. He watched as they unfastened him from the harness around his waist. His Watcher came halfway down the stairs looking at him.
"There was nothing you could have done Alex," he said.
I had looked at him. "I won't give up Sydney not ever," I had said and Sydney sighed.
I stopped the DSA and closed the lid. "I meant that Sydney I not just as the pretend," I said.
Half an hour later…
The door to the room was kicked in and men with their guns drawn burst in and went from room to room. The last to enter was stalky man with short black hair came in his hands in his suit pockets. His eyes darted to the table where the notebook lay.
He walked over and picked it up one hand in a brown leather glove with a thumb missing looking at the post-it MR LYLE and he flipped to the first page. He looked at the newspaper article as one of his men came close to him.
"He's gone sir," he said.
Lyle looked at him. "Obviously where is my sister?" he demanded.
"Maine sir tracking a lead on Jarod," he said.
Lyle nodded. "Good if both of Sydney's Pretenders ever find each other who knows what will happen," he said and left the room.
THERE ARE PRETENDERS AMUNG US.
GENIUIS WITH THE ABILITY TO BECOME ANYONE THEY WANT TO BE.
IN 1980 A CORPERATION KNOWN AS THE CENTEREE ISOLATED A YOUNG PRETENDER NAMED ALEX AND EXPOILTED HIS GENIUS FOR THEIR RESEARCH.
THEN ONE DAY THEIR PRETENDER RAN AWAY…
HI NOW I'VE HAD REQUEST TO CHANGE THE NAME OF MY CHARACTER AND I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT THIS IS A DIFFERNT GUY THEN THE ONE ON PRETENDER 2001 NOW PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU OTHER READERS WOULD LIKE THIS AS WELL