I tell all the passengers to get their cameras ready, and to start taking pictures out the right side of the plane. I begin to circle, and I manage to do it a few times without being noticed. All the while, my loyal passengers are taking snapshots of the ground below. Immediately after my thrid or fourth pass, I feel my aircraft take a couple hits in the tail section, and I start manuevering erradicaly, and resume my course to England as best I can. I'm on the run now, with a couple German fighters in pursuit. Once I get over France, still flying evasively because of the lack of skill in my obviously rookie pursuers, I see some RAF fighters shoot down the last of a sortie of Messerschmidts. I aim right for them, and manage to fly just over them and get their attention. They see that I'm flying a plane from England (how it got to Italy with innocent tourists I'll never know), and begin to remove my pursuers, and once finished, escort me all the way home. Once back in England, I'm hailed as a hero, and the photos I managed became the evidence needed to prove that the Germans were indeed building some kind of giant robot. With the information I gathered, England invades, and it's all good. The end. |
