Priya nearly dropped her controller. “This is… a PS3 game. How are you—?”
Marcus fired. The F-117 shattered into polygons, and for one moment, all the lost pilots saluted. Then the static returned.
“They're fighting a single enemy,” Priya whispered, watching the radar overlay from the PAL ISO. “A stealth fighter. An F-117 from 1991.” Birds of Steel -NTSC-U--PAL--ISO-
“Hello?” Marcus whispered. “Is anyone there?”
On screen, Marcus dove. The F-117 locked on. But the Spitfire peeled left, the 190 went right, and the Mustang went straight up—a maneuver no real plane could make, but a game plane could. Priya nearly dropped her controller
Back in London, Priya ejected both discs. They were warm, almost alive. She labeled the case: Birds of Steel — Complete — Both Skies.
“Now!” Priya shouted.
He smiled. “Thanks, wingman.”