"PLANES could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this sky before. There could be PLANES anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his ailerons. "I HATE PLANES" he thought. Ride the Lightning reverberated throughout his fuselage, making it pulsate even as the $9000 solid rocket fuel burned through his powerful engines and washed away his (merited) fear of PLANES after dark. "With a radar, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.
>>65170352>the missile knows where it is because it knows where it isn't>it isn't exploding right next to the cockpit of a soviet airframe>but it wants to be>and it will be
