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The remaining Su-57s scattered, but the PC-MAV was faster, smarter, and meaner. It didn’t have a human body to protect—no G-loc, no fear, no hesitation. Mav spiraled through the second jet’s countermeasures like a needle through silk. A single pulse from the onboard EMP cannon, and the Russian’s avionics went dark. The fighter glided dead-stick toward the ice.

Then the lead bogie banked hard. Straight toward an American radar station on Little Diomede Island. pc mav

“You’re up, Mav,” said Captain Hollis from the command deck, her voice crackling through his neural link. “We’ve got three bogies inbound over the Bering Strait. Su-57s. They’re testing our northern gap.” The remaining Su-57s scattered, but the PC-MAV was

“Rules of engagement?” he asked.

Hollis’s voice came back cold and clear. “Cleared hot. Take the leader.” A single pulse from the onboard EMP cannon,

“Good kill, Mav,” Hollis said. “Bring it home.”