Mav — Pc

The third pilot finally saw him. By then, it was too late.

Mav smiled grimly. The PC-MAV wasn’t a fly. It was a spider. pc mav

“One down,” Mav said. “Two to go.” The third pilot finally saw him

Hollis paused. That pause lasted an eternity. “They cross the line, you light them up. Until then, you’re a fly on the wall.” you light them up. Until then

Mav slid onto his six o’clock, matched speed, and let the targeting reticule kiss the back of the Su-57’s cockpit. “Last chance,” he whispered over the open channel. “Go home.”