High up in the crisp clear air with the clouds thousands of feet below looking like fresh snowfall, Skit decided to stop trying to remember how many missions he had flown and have a scratch instead.

How long had he been doing this for? What had he done before...."Nope. Nuffin! dumb bunny"

He stopped scratching and clicked on his throat mic.

"Bosco, bunny boy buddy! you still there? Everyone still there? I just had a snooze sorry chaps"

"Still here skit. Could hear you snoring - most proffesional"

The familiar voice of Red 2, joining in the running joke. The rest of red section checked in with similar familiarity. Well it was Skits section after all.

Far on the horizon something caught Skits eye. A galaxy of bright flashes just above the clouds as the sun caught the canopies of a group of fighter jets. A lot of fighters. Skit strained and was sure he could make out a cloud of little black dots rippling across the surface of the clouds - tiny and black - the fast moving shadows of far off enemy planes. Must be twenty miles out, just over the border but base must be tracking them just about now.

"Control, anything you want to share?..."

"Red 1, there is a massive area of interfearence moving towards you, heavy jamming. Can you ID please?"

"Lets go say hello to our neighbors Red section" Skit upped his speed and Red section matched up and on his command strung out into a loose line, side by side, ready for anything.

A few minutes later, Skit did not like what he saw.

"Control, Red 1 here. We have a large monkey incursion group just crossing into our airspace! Get Gold and Black section up asap, please. Holy fuck"

"Red 1, Black and Gold section rolling on the runway now, Angels 1 to 3 in the air standing by. How many bandits?"

"Now is not the time to start slagging off Mexicans control" said skit counting as fast as he could.

"Red 1! How many monkey fighters are up there!"

"Erm. All of them I think"

Skit was sure he heard someone in the background say "fuck" - my thoughts exactly but your on the base behind a ton of concrete and steel.

"Skit, do we engage?" Bosco in his ear sounded calm.

"Dear Red 2, what do you think we get payed for? Lets go boys. You know what we have to do"

One by one, Red section rolled out of formation and closed on the mass of aircraft below them.