Five minutes to target.

My hands are shaking. I’ve never felt this nervous before, or this certain that I’m doing the right thing.

We’re ready—me and my plane are gonna hit you so hard and so fast, you won’t know what hit you.

Steady.

Aim.

Fire!

“Yes!”

I know I got it. “Sorry guys, no radar for you tonight. All right now, let’s get the hell out of here.”