Repeat, weapons are free. The last thing Finch needed with a baby on the way was for his career to get shot down for instigating an international incident. Careful not to eat any goose up there. The authentication code was actually the single word goose, used in any form. Finch took a deep breath and keyed his microphone.
Weapons are free.
Taking the shot. He shifted focus slightly and brought the nose of his interceptor up a few degrees. The bogy lined up neatly in crosshairs of his fifty-caliber machine gun. Two weapon spoke twice and the flame from the single engine remaining on the enemy craft winked out. Finch felt a sudden wave of sorrow for whoever was left alive on that thing.