It was so predictable.  The Beech pilot saw the incoming, sun-bright lights, seemingly dead-on, and instinctively did what any pilot would do.  He banked hard right and dove - exactly fifty feet - cartwheeling spectacularly into the sea.  Probably didn't even have time to realize what he'd done wrong, Bronco thought, then he laughed out loud as he yanked back on the stick and rolled to give it a last look.  Now that was a class kill, Captain Winters told himself as he turned for home.  The Agency people would really love that one.  And best of all, he was now an ace.  You didn't have to shoot them down for it to count.  You just had to get the kill!