The jet zoomed past, leaving Jack to nurse his wounded pride and a slightly battered crop duster. Jack couldn't help but chuckle, impressed despite himself.

The jet zoomed alongside, and Alex performed a mocking barrel roll. Jack's eyes narrowed, and with a swift motion, he yanked the stick to the left.

The crop duster responded sluggishly, its old engine groaning in protest. Jack grinned as the landscape rushed up to meet him. This was it – the moment of truth.

The rivalry was far from over, but for now, Jack had a newfound respect for his adversary. As he landed the plane and shut down the engine, Jack grinned.