Killian Fleischer paused in his patrol to take another survey of the land around him. Patrol was a boring duty, one he was unfortunately well-suited for thanks to his long-eyed mobile suit, but at least he wouldn’t run into any annoyances out in the middle of the countryside. At least, annoyances he couldn’t shoot down if he wanted to. Indeed, there was nothing unusual around him for kilometers except for another patrol. He supposed someone in the navy hadn’t coordinated patrols of the British Isles with the army and had sent out a quintet of Infestus to secure the area.

Wait…a quintet?

Killian raised his rifle, peering at the patrol through its long scope. Standard patrols usually consisted of only four fighters; a fifth implied a VIP was being escorted or…

…or the fighters were captured models escorting an American Dish. An American reconnaissance flight!

“London Control, this is Killian Fleischer on patrol, he quickly reported. “I’ve discovered a flight of American fighters and am taking action. I’m requesting backup in case they try to fly away.”

“Affirmative, Fleischer,” the London base replied. “We’re sending a squadron to your position.”

Killian quickly brought the saucer-shaped plane into his sights as he tracked the enemy fighters. They must not have known he was there or they would have taken evasive action by now. A handful of stolen planes was of no large concern though, only the Dish in the middle with its data. He let his sights drift, leading the fighter as it stuck to its course. With a quick squeeze of the trigger, he fired, repositioned, and fired again. The first shot punched into the plane’s large sensor array, causing it to wobble until the second shot went through the heart of the plane, sending it spiraling to the ground.

The stolen Infestus immediately broke formation and turned towards the sea as soon as they realized they were under attack. Loyal fighters were quickly closing in on their position, guided by Killian’s sensors. The sniper quickly brought one of the fighters under his sights and fired, but his shot was too hasty and missed by a dozen meters. Realizing he wouldn’t be able to differentiate friend from foe soon enough, he lowered his rifle and resumed his patrol, letting the allies finish dealing with the problem.

Outcome: Killian Fleischer wins
Killian Fleischer: 5 Xp, Repairing 1