A thunderstorm appeared over the Baltic Sea, large dark clouds completely obscuring the evening sunset...
Two F-22 jets took off ahead of schedule, entered Polish airspace, and after hovering for about 15 minutes, suddenly shot north into the Baltic Sea...
"This is Star Squad, we've entered the Baltic Sea region, expected to be over Gotland in 30 minutes..."
The pilot of an F-22 flew through the thunderstorm with a relaxed expression...
Glancing at his wingman fleeting in and out of the clouds, the pilot smiled and said: "Hey, Maverick, don't be nervous, we're just hitting a few balloons and dropping some bombs along the way...
Once I get the million, I'm buying myself a new yacht. That way, when I retire, I can go fishing in the sea every day."
"Iceman, what we should be worrying about now is whether we'll face a military tribunal when we get back..."
