It was a warm summer's night and the sun was sitting just above the horizon as it continued to sink down in the sky on it's predictable journey. Caoimhe knew that by the time they were over the target the last vestiges of the sun would have ended for another day. The thought pleased her, it was so much easier to see any threat in the darkness of the night sky, even more important in the Wildcat that had been prepared for them as it was light on both tracking and defence capabilities. The plus was the technology was less open to jamming by the enemy, she also liked the fact that the flying was very much down to the pilot rather than a bank of onboard computers.
Her wing for tonight was Turlough, which both pleased and dismayed her in equal measure. His skills as a pilot was sound, much to her surprise considering his background, in fact he never ceased to surprise her when his skills were stretched. On the other hand he was too special to lose, not only to the squadron but also to her, and in her case, more ways than one.
View attachment 38549