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"Seven, or nine miles. At least."

"Thats if nothing goes wrong. Which I really hope they don't."

He says, just before the pilot pipes in with the intercoms.

"Okay guys. I'm opening up the rear door. Gunners, to your positions. We have company."

He says as three Phantoms drop in behind them.

"Everyone, open fire!"

SHouts the pilot in the crew compartment, as the chin gun rotated to the rear, opening fire.

The secondary pilot took out a couple of rockets and a SPNKR and fired towards the front of the Phantom, where the blue pannels were located, blowing the starboard panel apart and making the starboard half of the Phantom lose power and spin out of control onto the pipe floor behind them.

The second phantom is clipped by the lead, and slams into the top of the pipe, but continues on, part of the airfoil crumpled by the force of the blow. All three guns now fired at the pelican.

To throw them all off, the pilot dropped down, and allowed the phantoms to fly overhead. Once they had gone for a few meters ahead, the pilot turned left and flew down an access tunnel, the wing tips brushing against the walls of the pipe.

((Um. We are being followed by them. You can't shoot their rear parts if we are being followed.))

"I wouldn't try it man. Those things resist most any kind of attack you know."

Shouts one of the other people in the back.

"What? And head right at them? ARE YOU MAD?!"

Shouts the pilot, shoving open the door to look out the back.

"I'm more worried about reaching the autoturrets than getting away. Those things can be taken down, no doubts about it. But, we need something with more kick than we have."

"May I remind you, that we are in a tunnel barely large enough to fit this thing and you want me to start doing accrobatics? HOW MAD ARE YOU!?!"

"You are insane."

States the pilot in a cold voice, as one of the phantoms ran headlong into the pipe mouth, effectivly shutting it off. It backs up, then tries again, not succeeding. It backs off again, revealing two seraphs and one U shaped troop transport.

"Oh s**t. If you get hurt, it ain't my fault."