Tails and his squadron were attacking a group of 109s returning from a patrol. So far most of the enemy squad was dead, but a few were holding their own. Tails' wingman speaks up as the enemy leader flys in front of him. "There's pretty boy, I'm going after him." "Careful buddy. He's good." Tails opts to follow as his wingman is unable to land hits. The 109 leader then did a move that stopped his aircraft, lifted the nose, and made it do a 360 degree turn. "Whoa sh**. How'd he do that?" He regained speed right behind Tails' wingman. "Get him off me get him off me." "Break right." He does and the 109 follows, right in front of Tails, who unleashes a torrent of hot lead. The leader's fuel tank and wings are shredded. He bails out. Tails looks at his control panel and draws a fifth cross on it. "That makes five. I'm an ace now." Someone in the squad exhaults. "Did Tails just say he became an ass, or an ace? I don't know if I heard him right?" They all laugh.
After the fight ends Tails and the others fly off. "Tails look at that!" Tails looks down to see...
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