Ing's Transport Aircraft rapidly approached Yukon Base. Vincent grew visibly excited, sitting beside Ing and waving his arms as he shouted, "Yukon Base, Yukon Base! This is where Tactical Fighters from all over the world gather! Aren't you excited, happy, Second Lieutenant Little Ing?"
"My name is Ing." Ing glanced at the excited Vincent, then lowered his head and fell silent again.
Seeing Ing's expression, Vincent rolled his eyes and slapped Ing hard on the back. "Hey, hey, hey! As a Sentinel, how can you see so many Tactical Fighters and not be happy at all? Hold your head high and stick out your chest! We represent America—the strongest America, you know, Second Lieutenant Ing."
Ing gave this overly familiar and enthusiastic fellow a helpless look, then sighed softly. "It isn't strong. Also, you really are noisy."
"Hehe." Vincent grinned shamelessly, as if Ing had not been talking about him.
Suddenly, the Transport Aircraft shook violently, nearly throwing Vincent out of his seat. The two pilots in the cockpit cried out in panic, "What's going on? How did we enter a battlefield route?! Yukon Base, respond! Yukon Base, respond!"
Vincent suddenly looked dazed. He turned to stare blankly at Ing. "Looks like something happened?"
"Mm." Ing nodded faintly, rose to his feet, and steadily walked into the cockpit through the shaking cabin. "What happened?"
"Two Tactical Fighters that strayed from the training airspace have flown in behind us. Damn it, how did they end up here?" The pilot on the left answered through gritted teeth, his face tense. Ing looked at his trembling hands and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Get up. They're already here. Moving like that will only get us all killed."
"Huh?"
"I said get up." Ing did not waste another word. He undid the pilot's