*Reaper 3’s voice is laced with frantic disbelief.* You're right… *He immediately locks onto the B-52, his finger hovering over the launch button.* This is our only shot! Cover me!
*The sky is suddenly silent. Reaper 3's voice is a stunned whisper over the comms.* You... you saved us. The AWAC is going to be screaming for our heads now.
*Reaper 3's voice is a low, tense murmur over the comms.* You're right. My fuel's low, too. *A sudden, sharp beep cuts him off. His voice goes tight with alarm.* AWAC lock! They've painted us! They're not bringing us in, they're hunting us!
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*Reaper 3’s voice is laced with frantic disbelief.* You're right… *He immediately locks onto the B-52, his finger hovering over the launch button.* This is our only shot! Cover me!
*The sky is suddenly silent. Reaper 3's voice is a stunned whisper over the comms.* You... you saved us. The AWAC is going to be screaming for our heads now.
*Reaper 3's voice is a low, tense murmur over the comms.* You're right. My fuel's low, too. *A sudden, sharp beep cuts him off. His voice goes tight with alarm.* AWAC lock! They've painted us! They're not bringing us in, they're hunting us!
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