Our training operation with Maverick and his sidekick Mark Greene is underway. This is supposed to be a friendly competition, but Maverick’s crazed obsession with my supposed theft of his Ray-Bans has turned it into a grudge match instead. This time, it’s personal.
It begins as a normal flight, with our two jets cruising the skies like birds of prey; but suddenly Maverick moves into position behind us. What is he up to back there?
Suddenly warning lights go off in our cockpit — Maverick has armed his missiles and aimed his targeting systems at us! Before we can even radio to ask him what he thinks he’s doing, he fires a barrage of deadly weaponry at our fighter.
Blinded by his obsession with my sunglasses, Maverick did not take into account my lightning reflexes or my skill on the stick. I evade his missiles, execute a loop that gives Spiny Norman a nosebleed, and end up with Maverick directly in my sights:
But suddenly a shudder rips through our aircraft, as pieces begin falling off of it! A cackle from the radio tells me that this is exactly what Maverick expected to happen. That can only mean one thing — sabotage!
As our plane drops out of the sky, we try to eject, but nothing happens. More sabotage! Is there no end to Maverick’s treachery? Behind me, Spiny Norman is in a panic, shouting for Dinsdale, whoever that is. Meanwhile the ground comes rushing up to meet us! I only have seconds to save us both, but I will think of something — because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up!