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"Sir."
"I see it," Tony said, banking left and dropping a few hundred feet. "Coming up fast, isn't he."
"No faster than you."
"Nag, nag. Punch it up, Jarvis. Let's see if he's up for a joy ride."
With an easy twist, Tony rolled over onto his back to watch the approaching jet. It veered sharply to the right, arcing high and wide to come out in front. The engines throttled back as they drew level, driving Tony's heart up into his throat as it rolled directly in front of him and fell behind off to his left.
"I believe that was a challenge, sir."
Tony grinned, shouted, "It's about goddamn time!" across an open proximity channel, and shot straight up to leapfrog over the top of the jet.
A garbled crackle of static came across the line as the jet nosed upward. "Straighten that mess out," Tony said, corner of his lip caught between his teeth as he swerved down to the side.
"In progress. The signal is not in my library."
"Call me overconfident, but is that- Holy shit. Cut it!" Gritting his teeth against the sudden buffet, Tony fell back as the jet again looped beneath him, the currents sending him tumbling through the air. "Son of a bitch's cocky for military."
"The craft is unmanned, sir."
"Now you tell me."
"Sir, you didn't ask."
"Remember that talk we had about relevant information?" Tony asked, climbing quickly as the jet rose beneath him again.
"Quite clearly."
"Tell me next time I'm playing chicken with a remote controlled toy."
Another harsh burst of static exploded in Tony's ears. He winced as it increased in pitch, gritting out, "Filter, Jarvis, filter," his pulse kicking into overdrive when Jarvis remained silent and the jet arced high.
He hit it with a jarring thud, metal screaming as he scrambled for a handhold, the signal peaking at a deafening screech. About two seconds away from shattering his eardrums, it cut out.
His ears ringing, Tony said, "That was cheating."
"Fair play is an excuse to let the weak live," came the harsh, grating reply.
Tony whistled softly. "Got a chip on your shoulder?"
"A gnat." The jet shuddered as if they'd struck turbulence and Tony held on harder, the metal plating buckling slightly under his grip. "Afraid to let go?"
"Hey, you put me here."