Hears pilots

"We have the bogie in sight. It's ... ."
The voice stopped suddenly and Clark turned his
head to look at the pilot. He wasn't concealing himself
now, but it would have been useful to have a radio or
some sort of way to communicate.

Undoubtedly the comic book writers would have
given his counterpart something silly like super-
ventriloquism.

"You'd better look at the feed for yourself."

"What is it?"

"Respectfully, sir, I'd like to stay out of the
nuthouse. Just check the feed."

There was silence on the pilot's radio for almost a
minute before the voice reappeared. "This is some
kind of joke. It's not funny."

"You're seeing what I'm seeing," the pilot insisted.
A second plane came up on the other side of him.

"I'm seeing it too, I think."

Clark smiled and waved a little.

The voice on the radio cursed for a moment. "If
it's really who it looks like, he can hear you. If it's
some kind of trick, then they may have a radio. Either
way, deliver the message."

The pilot flicked a switch and said, "Unidentified
aircraft, you are in United States airspace. Land at the
following coordinates or you will be fired upon."

Clark looked at the pilot, grinned and shook his
head. The extended conversation had given him
exactly what he had needed. Every second had led
them higher and higher, and the planes were having to
drop back even as Clark was able to put on more
speed. Less air meant less resistance.

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