Flash Fiction Friday: Space Battle

“Blue One-Four-Seven, hold steady as I come back around.” “Copy that. Holding steady, Gold Five-Nine-Zero.” “Descending at a rate of ten-thousand—wait! Blue One, you’ve got a Glider on your tail! Bank right, now.” “Uh, negative, Gold Five. I don’t see it. I’m not seeing him!” “He’s there. Turn now, he’s got a lock on you!”…

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