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"Ready for takeoff, over." I com into the tower, wrapping my fingers around the handles in front of me as Coyote guns it, shooting down the runway.

I grit my teeth, letting out a breath of relief as we are airborne, the wheels of the jet loosing contact with the ground. We are levitating, pulling away from the earth.

"Hallelujah!" I whoop, a smile on my face. Coyote laughs, the musical sound echoing through the comms. I smile, even though I know he can't see it.

  "Falcon one is airborne, currently waiting for falcon two, over." I com in, using our code names. Coyote pulls the plane into a wide arch, and we have a clear view of the ground below. Rocky hills and distant shores, the coast of Fighter Town is stunning.

  "A beautiful day." I comment to my pilot, gently pressing my hand too the window, the glass flush against my palm.

"Fritz is supersonic, headed towards Falcon one, over." Our Wingman speaks into the Com. He comes up on the radar, pulling up to our right. I send him a wave, and he waves back, his green helmet catching the light.

"Hey, Fox. Hey, Coyote." He says, and my pilot gives him a half- hearted wave. Coyote isn't super found of the pilot, especially with his history of being a flirt. Specifically too me, the only female pilot in our small glass back in the day.

"You boys ready for this?" I ask, and I get two quiet 'yep's. I roll my eyes at their tense atmosphere.

"Keep your eyes on the radar, doll. He should be here any second." Fritz says as we gain altitude. I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to speak, but Coyote cuts me off.

"Her callsign is Fox, and you should address her as such." Coyote says calmly. "We are in the air, not the bar."

"Woah, chill there, Coyote." Fritz says, and I can hear the smirk on his face. "Where is this guy, anyhow?"

"Two miles too our north." I say quickly. "Just jumped onto radar."

"Good morning, aviators." Maverick's voice says, and Coyote tilts the plane. "This is your Captain speaking."

I can see the small grey dot that is Maverick flying towards us, the radar beeping.

"For today's exercise, we will be dogfighting. No missiles, only guns. If I shoot either of you down, you loose. If one of you shoots me down, I loose. Now here's the kicker, whoever is shot down first has too do two- hundred push-ups."

Captain Maverick makes a sudden, steep climb upwards.
"The dogfight starts now."

  "Let do this, Coyote." Fritz say, pulling ahead and just the the left of us.

  "He's coming around! I repeat, Maverick is coming around!" I call, twisting in my seat. "Coyote, bank right"

  I am pulled too the left as my Pilot grunts, following my instructions.

  "Shit, he's on me!" Fritz says, diving down towards the hard deck with Maverick in hot pursuit.

  "Hang in there, Fritz, I've got him." Coyote says, expertly twisting the plane around.

   "Coyote, pull behind him." I say. "Try to scare him off."

"Roger that, Foxy." My pilot says, just as Fritz begins to pull up.

  "Get him the fuck off me, Coyote!" He bellows, twisting into a strange dive, pulling negative g's. Maverick flips inverted, and I cringe as he gets tone.

  "Fritz is down." He says calmly, and Coyote curses, pulling behind Maverick. Five more seconds, and we would have been in firing range. Fritz grumbles something inappropriate, and I sigh, tugging off my oxygen mask.

  "Damn it." I mutter, tugging at my braid, thinking the exercise is over.

That's when Maverick banks around, seeming to float mid- air as we fly by him, pulling into attack position.

  "Shit!" I mutter, slamming my oxygen mask back on my face as Coyote guns it, putting as much space behind us and our Captain as he can. "He's on our tail, trying to pull into position."

  "I see him!" Coyote says, rolling too the left, and then the right.

  "He's on our left!" I say, twisting around. "Bank right and pull up!"

  "I got it!" My friend says, and I am yanked back into my seat as he accelerates, pulling to the right.

  "We can't loose him!" Coyote says. I can basically hear his heart hammering in his chest as he puts the plane in a spin, diving and pulling up.

  "Come on, Joy, think." I mutter too myself. "Hey, you know that think you did in training? The turn thing?"

  "Ah, yeah! Hold on tight, foxy!" He exclaims, twisting the plane around and pulling up. I grunt, focusing on my breathing as my skull is pushed into my spine.

That is when Maverick seems to gain speed, pulling behind us.

  "Shit shit shit shit—" Coyote tries to pull away, but beeping fills the cockpit.

  "And Coyote is down." He speaks into the Com. I groan. "Head back to base and see about those push-ups."

I sigh, rubbing my eyes.
  "Good job, Coyote."

  "This guy is badass." Coyote laughs, tugging of his mask. "Hangman is gonna get his ass handed to him."

  "Can't wait." I hum, leaning back and watching the clouds fly by.

"The push-ups do kinda suck though." I say, rubbing my forearms as we near the base.

  "Yeah. I'm gonna be so sore."

  "You and me both." I hum, gritting my teeth and preparing for Coyote's usual rough landing.

—Javy "Coyote" Machado— aka, the hot friend— Aesthetic
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"The coyote isn't untrustworthy. He is just smarter than everyone else."

"Fox, bite me."

"Time to turn and burn."

"Country road... take me hooommee."

"I swear, you are on crack."

"Rawr."

"Ohhhhhh baby it's cold outside."

"My singing is great, I don't know what you are talking about."

"ZOOOOOOOMMMMM!!"

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  I'm really struggling with stress as of late, so thoughts and prayers are appreciated!!!

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