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Ocean outside Wall Maria
A stunned silence controls the tower as everyone continues to stare outside the window, watching as snow falls from the heavens. Emotions fly across Vizeadmiral Dönitz's face, ranging from fear to alarm. "Captain Schaus," he says, trying to keep an even tone "Radio the other ships, tell them to have their crews at their posts until further notice."
Captain Schaus salutes but also replies But Vizeadmiral what if I cant raise anyone?"
Dönitz looks at him and says, "Then try until you get someone Captain."
Captain Schaus turns and makes his way through the throngs of men that are still gathered around the window over to the radio to contact the other ships.
Dönitz turns his head and says to the remaining bridge staff "All of you, man your places and prep two BF.109t's, we need to send them out and see where the hell we are!"
The men salute and hurry to their assigned stations, while one of the officers leaving the room to go rouse up a couple of pilots to get the planes ready.
Meanwhile with the U.S. fleet
The U.S. fleet is in the same situation. But unlike the Germans, they were closer to shore and could see trees. Giant trees as tall as the oldest redwoods, possibly even bigger.
They all stand there in a stupor, staring out the window at the trees in the distance, and the snow falling all around them. The captain is the first to snap out of it.
He turned and to one of the bridge officers and said "Go and get both Admiral Hale and LT. General Smith tell them is an emergency!"
"Yes Sir!" the officer responds. He runs out of the room to go get the Admiral and LT. General
The captain turns back to the window, with the only one thought running through his head.
Where the hell are we?
45 minutes later
When the officer comes back, he practically throws the door open. " Commanding officers on deck!" he shouts.
They turn and salute Smith and Hale's entrance.
They return the salute. Hale turns to the captain and asks, "Captain McNeil, what's the situation?"
"Well," McNeil starts, sitting down in a chair. "What do you remember from yesterday?"
"Hmm, well," Smith says, his brows furrowing in deep thought. "Hale here invited me to have a drink in his cabin, and we sat their and talked for a bit then..." He trails off. "Hale do you remember anything?"
"No. No I don't. Captain, is there any particular reason to this questioning?"
McNeil doesn't say anything, but instead turns and points out the window.
They both followed his arm to the window. They gasp as their eyes widen.
It was a few minutes before either of them could say anything.
"W-what" Hale stutters. "Snow b-but that's impossible! It's March, in the Caribbean..."
"I see now why you called us here," Smith manages to get out. He folds his arms over his chest and looks at the captain. "McNeil, have any of the other ships radioed in for orders?" His voice is stern.
"Of course Sir, all of them have. I told them to have all men at alert positions."
Smith nods his head slowly, staring back out the window.
Hale finally manages, after a few minutes, to make out an order in a strained, yet calm voice. "Captain McNeil, get two SDB Dauntless ready. Have the men put a camera under both of them to take recon photos."
Captain McNeil salutes. "Yes Sir!" He rushes out of the room in order to find the men, his other men following out after him.
Admiral Hale and LT. General Smith both turn and look at each other. They don't say anything, but they know the other is thinking the same thing.
Where are we, and can we even get home?
German Fleet
The loud roars of two BF.109 engines can be heard all over the flight deck of the Graf Zeppelin.
Dönitz, along with Captain Schaus, are going over the details of the mission with the pilots.
The pilots salute after they have finished.
Dönitz and Schaus stand at a distance from the planes as they take off. Both men are confident that they are going to return unharmed, and at the very least some idea of the landscape.
After all, the 109's are being piloted by some of the best they currently have, Cap. Fritz Keiner, and LT. Johann Berkhoff.
Flying below the clouds, the two planes head toward what they thought is possibly the way to shore.
About fifteen minutes pass when they finally see a shoreline in the distance. Steering their planes toward it, they fly over the beach. The trees in the distance are ginormous, dwarfing everything they stand by.
Fritz' radio crackles to life, slightly startling him.
"Do you see the trees?"
"Yes Johann, I see them," he rolls his eyes and pulls on the yoke. "Gain some altitude, don't wanna clip the wings."
Berkhoff follows suit, mimicking his partner over the radio in a high pitch voice.
When they stop climbing they could see two things, the first a city off in the distance near the ocean, and the second was off farther and it was something they couldn't believe possible. Granted it is far away, but they could barely make out giant, naked misshapen people.
"Gott im Himmel"
With the Americans
Two SBD Dauntless's are sitting on the flight deck of the U.S.S. George Washington, waiting to be given clearance for launch.
"Scout-1, Scout-2, you are clear for launch. Good luck gentlemen."
"Roger tower this is scout-1, launching," captain Alfred Jones says over his headset. He powers up his engine. The plane starts forward accelerating at a fast pace.
As he gently pulls back on the stick, he starts to climb in to the sky. Flipping a switch at the top of his console, he hears the sound of his landing gear being pulled up into the underside of the plane. He turns his head to the right and sees his wingman and friend, captain Andrew Johns.
"So," he hears Andrew say over the radio. "All we have to do is scout the area and report back with the photos, right Al?"
"Yeah, should be simple, right?" he replies.
Andrew snickered "Sure, simple. Al in case you haven't noticed, we about to go explore a giant forest with God knows what in it."
Al snorts at his over the radio, but his inside feels like molten lead. He knew this mission would be anything but ordinary.
After about ten minutes of flying above the coastline they saw a village in the distance. With hope filling their chests, they make a fly by on the village.
But that hope is soon dashed as they see it's abandoned. From what they could tell, it has been that ways for a while. The buildings are in various states of disrepair. They turn their heads to see anything they could make out from the village. They spot what looks like a military base and a airfield a little ways to the south, near the ocean, along with a fairly stable looking port beside it.
Flying in for a closer look to see if they were correct, they pass over what they think is the base. Their assumptions are correct, and they snap a few photos.
Perhaps the most curious thing about the city as a whole is the fact that a giant wall surrounds the city.
What is a wall doing surrounding a city in this day and age? Ponders Jones as he takes more photos.
He is almost get used to the silence and the humming when he hears John's panicked voice over the radio. "You might want to check your seven o'clock!"
Puzzled, Al turns his plane around and almost loses control when he sees giant naked people roaming near the village's wall.
Germans
"Damn Fritz," Johann says "what the hell are these things?!"
Fritz can only stare at the things bellow him, grasping up at the planes they could never reach.
"I... I don't know Johann," Fritz says in a small voice.
Both of them can only look at the monsters bellowing at them, staring at them wide eyes. They could hardly believe they existed.
Fritz manages to snap a couple of shots. It captures their dirty, mottled skin and dead glazed over eyes perfectly.
Johann turns his head to the left saw something moving in the sky, squinting at them he could swear that they were getting bigger. "Graf Zeppelin, come in Graf Zeppelin. This is Lieutenant Berkhoff, come in, over!" he calls with desperation over the radio.
"Graf Zeppelin here lieutenant, what is the situation, over" the bridge officer responds.
"Graf Zeppelin, were any more planes sent up to scout the area, over."
"No," says Vizeadmiral Dönitz, taking the mic from the officer. "Lt., what is this about, over."
Nothing is uttered over the radio for a few moments. "I've spotted unknowns, Sir. What are your orders, over."
Vizeadmiral Dönitz is silent, thoughts rushing through his head.
While Johann and the ship communicate, Fritz had keeps his eyes trained on the movement. He's left wondering if they're friendly or not. His thumb twitches on the trigger.
Back on the Graf Zeppelin, Dönitz paces back and forth on the bridge. He stops and walks to the radio and picks it up. "Men," he says into the mic. "You are to try and get a look at the unknowns and get on back here to the carrier as soon as you can. But do not engage, over."
"Yes Vizeadmiral!"
Fritz and Johann both turn their planes to face the on coming unknowns.
But unknown to Fritz and Johann, Al and Andrew have gotten closer when they had followed what they have dubbed 'giants'. It isn't too long before they're all within sight of each other.
"Amerikaner?"
"Germans?"
As quick as a flash, Al and Andrew see the German planes turn around, and for a second they thought they are going in for an attack run, but instead they head away instead of turning back around to charge them.
"Al!" Andrew shouts over the radio. "Were those German planes?"
Al is speechless for a couple of moments before he can get a reply out."Y-yeah," he says, trying to shake his nerves off. "I'm positive that was a couple of krauts."
There's some radio silence before it's Al who finally says something. "Come on we need to get back to the GW and report this."
Fritz and Johann are hurrying, pushing their planes to the max to try and put as much distance between them and the Americans as possible. Thoughts raced threw their head and they were on edge because of the encounter with the Americans.
After five minutes they see the welcome sight of the Graf Zeppelin and the rest of the fleet. They get ready to land, and their beating hearts finally settle down.
Hearing the cable catching on the hook on his planes lets Fritz finally breathe a sigh of release and cut off the engine. He reaches up and pulls back on the cockpit release to get up from his seat. He makes his way to the bulkhead door, waiting only for Johann to catch up.
After rushing up a couple of stairwells and crossing a hallway, they reach the control room in the tower.
Fritz sees Vizeadmiral Dönitz and Captain Schaus over at the window talking. Going past the door's threshold, they stand at attention near them and wait to be spoken to.
Dönitz turns around and sees them standing there. "What's wrong men?" he asks at their wide eyes, shaking hands, and twitching jaws.
Fritz and Johann look at each other, and then face Dönitz. "Vizeadmiral, we are not the only ones here."
Sorry for the long wait for this new chapter, but here it is please R&R and leave a review if you have any questions.