Over Siberia...
The crystal-clear sky and the snow-covered ground gave Alvin, riding aboard the plane, a disorienting sense that he could no longer tell heaven from earth.
He'd only ever heard that the Navy held its pilots to much higher standards than the Army Air Corps.
That was because the colors of the sea and sky could easily confuse pilots in the heat of battle.
Mistaking the sea for the sky and "climbing" with all their might was a tragedy that had happened time and again in the history of aviation.
But now that he was in the most desolate part of Siberia, Alvin realized that flying here was just as difficult.
They had circled the airspace nearby several times, but still hadn't found anything.
Little A had its sensors fully deployed, but couldn't detect any suspicious signals in the area.
Little A's airframe was the most advanced aerospace fighter Stark had ever provided.
Its radar and other detection systems had all been built to the standards of space combat.
Watching Little A lower its altitude after coming up empty yet again, Alvin looked at the coordinates on his phone and asked, puzzled, "What's going on?
"That super blimp is supposed to be nearby. Why can't we see it?
"Could they be underground instead of in the sky?"
Fox looked amused as Alvin kept kicking Little A's instrument panel, urging it to focus...
Little A said, sounding a little aggrieved, "Boss, I really haven't found anything.
"I've expanded the search area. Apart from the clouds, there's no sign of any blimp in the sky.
"Actually, there's nothing up here but us."
Little A fell silent for two seconds, then said, "Could the locator be malfunctioning? Or is that guy, Scott Lang, actually on the ground?
"He's a thief. Maybe he