#4 by Carnifex

Cravic pushed his new Cobra fighter to the maximum engine output it could manage partly to put it through its paces and partly because he was trying to make it through the Detroit Debris Field as fast as possible. He himself had led patrols in this field to find Rogue smugglers before the war took him to Colorado and now those same patrols were the ones he was working to avoid. Bits and pieces of eight centuries of wasteful expansion and development zipped silently by out the cockpit window, stark, cold, dead metal.
Cravic kept an eye on his sensors waiting to see if he would be spotted. Even with his civilian IFF tag any Liberty patrol would view him as suspect being this far from the trade lanes and it would also attract the attention of the criminal element looking to loot a passer by.
His destination, Pittsburgh. Going directly there would have been suicide for someone in his situation. The Battleship Missouri kept an eye on all the traffic going through the section of New York near Zone 21, both on and off the tradelanes, and he couldn’t afford to be spotted.