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And I had to get back to him, somehow — we both had to escape if we could— With the rain still drizzling down, I started to run. From My Vision by John Gunnison, required reading for every Central States schoolchild: …it is my duty — no, my destiny — to make your life happy and harmonious. By using the ancient tool of astrology. The preflight routine was automatic.

Undercarriage down, flaps up, throttle half-inch open. I checked the temperature gauge and then primed the engine, working the handle quickly in and out. I switched on the ignition and the small plane roared into life, trembling with power: a MK9 Merlin Firedove, one of the finest machines ever built. We understood each other, this plane and I. I gave the primer pump another stroke. Underneath my concentration was a rock-hard resolve.

Today, of all days, I had to win. I signalled to the fitter and he ran to pull the chocks from my wheels. With a distracted wave I eased open the throttle and started taxiing, facing into the wind. The plane was trembling, eager, picking up speed by the second.


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The undercarriage bumped against the ground as fields rushed past in a blur…and then I was airborne. Usually I loved the moment when I lifted into the sky, so light and free. This time my jaw felt tight. I headed south-west at four thousand feet. No cloud cover. Some Peacefighters hate that, but I know how to use the sun. His MK9 had stripes instead of camo swirls; that was the only difference.

Our battle would be skill against skill. The ocean glinted silver. On its beach stood a commentator with a bulky field phone, describing the scene for millions clustered around their telios. Few Peacefights were broadcast live. That this one was, just cemented my resolve. My opponent and I faced off, circling each other as we waited. The vibrating drone of my engine filled my senses. Far below, seagulls wheeled over the water.

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The instant the clock showed I used it mercilessly, hiding in it, darting out at him from its glare. My thumb worked the firing button. A muffled staccato sound shuddered from my wings. Tracer shot through the sky, raining damage down on him. He whipped away and came at me from above.

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I swore and rolled; sky and ocean spun. I got him back in my sights, shot again. The other pilot twisted away unscathed and went into a screaming turn that held his plane a knife-edge from stalling. Tricky, but two could play.

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Hold it. I fired, spraying his fuselage. Smoke started streaming from his tail. He broke the turn, tried to climb, but I was right there ahead of him. Bullet holes peppered his hood. The horizon tipped on its side as I peeled away. Suddenly the only engine I could hear was my own.

The other Dove had gone silent, flames leaping up from its hood. The pilot bailed.

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I watched as his plane twirled down to the bay, black smoke spiralling, while the white circle of a parachute floated languidly, the pilot a dangling stick-figure clutching its cords. Opposing pilot bailed and needs assistance. The airfield looked tiny as I brought the Dove back in. On impulse I did a victory roll right past them, laughing out loud as the world spun. Grinning, I soared high and came in again from an angle. When I got below a thousand feet, I shoved open the hood for the landing. Wind whistled through the cockpit. I throttled back and lowered the undercarriage and flaps.

The Dove slowed obediently, nose lifting; forward visibility vanished. Right on track for the runway.

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I gave it a touch more throttle, still humming. A bump, then a pause — another jolt, and I was down, taxiing. I was singing aloud by then. I eased on the brakes and finished the song just as the plane stopped. I killed the engine. In the sudden silence I peeled off my leather helmet and gloves, then gently touched the ID tags that hung around my neck. A smile burst across my face. The Western Seaboard base was full of traditions and that was one of them. I jumped down from the wing. I always felt more alive after a fight.

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Colours were brighter, the air cleaner. Its nose jutted upwards as if eager to leap back into the sky. The other fitter had just put the chocks under my wheels; he bobbed up with a grin.