Captain
Al Bumen was near the end of his patrol when he spotted a speck out of the
corner of his eye. By the sixth sense most good pilots develop he could tell
from the color of the speck that it was Japanese green long before the
‘meatballs’ were visible. Checking his fuel he saw that he might just have
enough to engage, turned to attack, and soon realised that he was up against
something new. Whoever the engineer was who had turned out this plane had either
grown up on a farm or had an obesity fetish. Not so much an aircraft as a rugby
ball with wings, it wallowed along unaware of his presence. He followed it to a
small island, where it landed on a rough airstrip. He circled. The aircraft
seemed to be lurching after it stopped. He saw a crack appear behind the
cockpit. He rubbed his eyes. He looked again. He shook his head and wondered if
his breakfast bacon had gone bad.
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The next day
he was ushered into a room where a debriefing was held. Curiosity led him
to ask what was going to become of his strange discovery. A few sideways
glances told him that he wasn’t going to find out anything. The
government agent looked at him with a conspiratorial countenance, and said
“We have top men working on it now.” “Who?” asked Captain Bumen.
“Top… men.”
A very large crate
was moved into a remote warehouse…
Dave Bailey
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