"Sir the new pilot is here!" Yelled a young Sargent. "Send him in" called captain robinson of the 104th fighter squadron. Standing in front him was a 26 year old man who was the squadron's newest pilot. "Introduce yourself" "Flight lieutenant Alexander Walker sir!" "Your clothing seems um... Different" "what about it?" Asked walker "it's a German uniform" "I know that's why I wear it" "why?" "Because it helps me standout if your surprised by my clothing wait till you see my plane." "Oh great" Robinson mumbled as he got up.
2 HOURS LATER
RAF BASE
"Damn it you'll get yourself killed in that!" Exclaimed Robinson after seeing walker's plane of choice. "It's a Focke Wulf 190 it's a great plane once you fly it" Walker said. "It still has german markings!" "I painted over the cross on the body as well as the swastika on the tail sir." "I don't care other pilots will probably shoot you down thinking you a luftwaffe pilot" "why don't we discuss this over a cup of tea sir?" "Tea at this hour?!" "Yes" " ok then."
2 DAYS LATER
RAF BASE
"sir you wanted to speak with me?" Asked walker when he entered the captain's tent. "Yes lieutenant i do." Said the captain. "Well?" your missions here are going well." "What about them?" "You need to take down a German ace." "Who?" "Hans Joachim Marseille...The Ghost of the South." "we shot eachother down before." "You mean together?!" "Correct capitan." "You fought didn't you?" "We shared a drink and played a game of cards." "WHAT!" "is there something wrong sir" "you said that you played cards and had a friendly drink together?!" "Yes Marseille is a delightful man once you Get to know him he has lots of charm." "You have got to be kidding Your going to find him and bring him here lieutenant!" "why?" "I want to question him." "I'll do the questioning he knows me I can get the information you need out of him." "Fine"
4 HOURS LATER
SOMEWHERE ABOVE NORTH AFRICA
"Walker there they are! There's five of them!" Said Fritz who was a captured german pilot flying for the allies "I see the I'm going for Marseille you take his wingmen!" Replied walker "they don't see us it's perfect." "I know" *cannon fire is heard* "IM HIT MY PLANE IS ON FIRE AHHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHH!" Screams a german pilot who got shot down "We lost seven Watch yourselves!" Said Marseille "how many are there?" Replied his wingman "unknown" "THERE'S ONE BEHIND ME AAAAHHHH!" Screams another downed pilot "break off leave the others" said walker "sir why?" "Honor" "ok" "what the?!" Says Marseille as a focke wulf 190 with a RAF insignia panted over the cross pulls I into a formation with him. "Hello Marseille remember who I am?" Says walker ove the radio "your the American i played cards with?" "yes come with us." "Fine."
MIDNIGHT
RAF BASE
"So what will we do?" Asked Marseille "I don't know" replied walker "go and dig a hole in the ground?" "You must be really really bord" "yes very" "well lets go" the two grabbed shovels and headed to a area of the desert and started to dig "I found something!" yelled walker when he picked up a strange gem "what the hell is that?" "a gem of some kind" "gems don't glow do they?" Asked Marseille "no not normally" replied walker "what the!AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" the two screamed as they fell through a portal opened by the gem...
morning
Perim
"are we still in Afrika?" Asked Marseille "if Africa has giant bipedal lizards than yes..." Said walker
END OF CHAPTER 1
sorry for the bad quality this is my first fanfic