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BACKFIRE

Soviet Backfire bomber flies high over Europe from its Northern Russian base.

Speeding along in the thin air, eleven miles above the ground it hurtles along to the target.

Nothing has caught this dark angel on its way to carry out its master’s work, the devil’s deeds.

RAF Tornados scream up on twin tails of fire, trying to catch the massive enemy before it’s all too late.

Soviet pilot lights his burners and tries to climb higher, using more precious fuel; his plane cant do it, he is at his limit as the Tornado comes shooting by, 65,000 feet.

Missile away, Skyflash in the air, radar guided death at Mach 4 – a race to see who can get away first.

The Russian nearly makes it but the missile pins him down, huge explosion and the backfire dies, falling metal, burning fuel .

Having done his job the Tornado turns for home and England is safe again until the next attack.

What if the Blackjack comes along? Will the Tornado be able to get him?


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