Ambrosia Cartel: Part 30

People thought that escorting job would be easy. Well, it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't fun either. All the squadrons could see were grasslands among the cities which were located either on their left or in their right direction. They flew as far away from the radar site while maintaining visual on the jet that they escorted. Patrick looked at his radar and saw that the Bombardier private jet was flying on top of El Paso. 

"Patrick, well, I have no idea about what you were looking at, but our jet was located in the middle of the grassland right now. Where in the bloody hell is the fucking jet that we are escorting?" Lynn asked.