RAFI was just starting to relax with a mug of tea, when the dispatch clerk yelled "Everybody up — scramble!" The ground staff barely had time to service the aircraft. I ran over to my Spitfire and was helped into the cockpit by the ground staff. I checked the knobs then fired up the Merlin and within seconds I had left the ground and was airborne.The canopy snapped shut, then I flicked the undercarriage lever; the wheels disappeared into the aircraft. Then I looked around all sides to see if our squadron was in position. "This is Parlor leader, airborne." I called over the R/T (RadioTelephone). The ground controller replied in a level tone: "Copy that, Parlor leader, two hundred plus bandits south of Biggin Hill, heading north west angels 15 and above. Buster!" (Buster meant the fastest speed attainable)We were flying at twelve thousand feet, when I glanced over at my wingman, Warrant Officer Anderson. I saw he was starting to trail off. So I said "Tighten formation, and pull up a bit."