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mused, there were probably stories of flying saucers already going around. The passive IRWR scanner was still tracking the wing of MiG 31s, now at a hundred and thirty kilometers, approximately eighty miles, and closing. Daedalus was almost within the kill perimeter of the MiG 31s and their AA-9 missiles.
The radio crackled, something in Russian. Yuri Androv stared at the flight helmet, then looked down at the con¬sole and flipped a switch.
"I copy you, Firefight One," he replied in Russian. "Over."
"Androv, you idiot. What in hell are you doing? Defect¬ing to the capitalists?" The voice laughed. "We don't know what the devil you're flying, but when you pulled that Immelmann, my IR thought you were an An-124 Condor transport turned into a high-performance Foxbat. One in¬credible son-of-a-bitch."
"It's a spaceship, Arkadi. Excuse me, Colonel Arkadi. Congratulations on the promotion."
"Spacebo," he said, laughing again. Then he sobered. "Yuri, I don't know what this is all about, but I'm instructed by General Sokolov to escort you and that thing you're flying back to Hokkaido. If you're stupid enough to refuse, then I have orders to shoot you down."
"Is that any way to treat an old friend?"
"Yuri Andreevich, we go back a long way. To the Ramenskoye Flight Test Center. You were the best we ever had. Don't make me do this."
"I'm thinking I may spare you the trouble."
"Thank God."
"Give me five minutes. If I don't turn back by then, give it your best."
"Pull up. Show yourself on IR. We have no idea what your vector is."
"I'll take her to three thousand meters. You'll have a lock on me. But I still want five minutes."
"That's all I can give you, Yuri. After that . . ." His voice trailed off.
"I'm going off this frequency. Talk to you in five."
"Five minutes. Starting

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