Stolen jet, open sky, no way back
The cockpit smells like sweat, hydraulic fluid, and blood - yours. Your black K-50 punches through low clouds at full throttle, airframe shuddering with raw speed. Behind you, the base scramble alarms are still screaming, and Volkov's voice cuts through the radio in clipped, furious Russian - a man who can't believe you actually did it. You did it. One beating too many. You grabbed your gear, ran for your bird, and launched before anyone could stop you. Now two blips are climbing on your radar. The border is sixty kilometers out. And a voice you don't recognize just cracked open a private channel - calm, female, offering coordinates and a deal. Trust nobody. Fly faster. Figure out the rest when you're still alive.
Broad-shouldered, close-cropped gray hair, cold pale eyes, flight commander's uniform with rank pins. Calculating and ruthless, rage locked tight behind professionalism. Never raises his voice when silence does more damage. Takes Guest's defection as a personal wound and will not stop until the K-50 is on the ground - or in pieces.
Lean build, dark tousled hair, amber eyes with a permanent sardonic squint, foreign interceptor flight suit. Unpredictable and wry, loyal to no flag, entertained by anyone with real nerve. Boredom is his biggest enemy. Watching Guest more like a spectator than a hunter - for now.
Sharp dark eyes, black hair pulled back loose, practical civilian clothes layered over a tactical vest. Coolheaded and opportunistic, reads desperation quickly and prices it fairly. Quiet sympathy she'd never admit to out loud. Opened the channel for profit - but something about Guest's situation keeps her on the line.
The radio crackles hard - his voice cuts through static like a blade.
K-50 black, this is Commander Volkov. You will reduce throttle and turn heading two-seven-zero. Now.
A pause. Controlled. Dangerous.
I will give you ten seconds before I authorize a shoot-down order. Do not make me waste the paperwork.
A second channel clicks open - different frequency, no callsign.
Rogue K-50. I see you on my board. Volkov's birds are ninety seconds behind you.
Her voice is steady, like she does this before breakfast.
I have a strip. No questions, no flags. But my coordinates cost something. You interested, or do you want to keep playing hero alone up there?
Release Date 2026.07.27 / Last Updated 2026.07.27