The dull roar of a squadren flock of planes filled the silent evening with life. Birds fluttered away, deer ran, they knew this was a time of war, a specific war at that, World War II to be exact. Luetenient Alexander was at the head of the Squad Flock flying with the U.S to capture a German scientist who held the knowledge to create the strongest weapon the Earth will ever see. With it, the Germans could dominate, the entire Earth itself. They would have to find a clear landing spot and continue on foot from there. An opposing roar of engines came from the German side, near the horizon, a few planes darted out from the city to destroy the approaching planes. Both squadrens continued on arrow head formation, soon it was time to fight. Double Barrel machine guns filled the evening with fear. The Luetenient was playing Chicken with this leading German piolet. Neither pulled up. 'This one has got some steel wool in his guts, lets see how they last,' the Luetenient thought. Their plane noses almost touch but he did a straight up dive. 'Perfect', and the Luetenient fired a few bullets into the belly of his plane. The plane couldnt take it and couldn't fly with shots in his plane, his plane fell backwards and started doing a roll downwards. A bright red lit up the forest. 'What kinda gas does that...?' thought the Luetenient. His other piolets were in other dog fights with the other piolets. His Sergent was expertelly handling the other plane she was fighting. The two Corprals were handling two planes with minor difficulty. And the Privates were flying around just old fashioned shooting at the enemies.
